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The I'D HIT IT Meme

Given I've been away from the internet for approximately FOREVER...


Sep. 19th, 2010 02:48 pm
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I'm back from my hiatus. Had a wonderful time away and wish I was still there!

In other news, why the hell not eh?


Aug. 31st, 2010 08:01 pm
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I'm off in the morning to Atlanta for Dragon Con and to see wonderful people!

Look after the internet while I'm gone!
quitehomoerotic: ([wrist strap] check)
Follows this.

It was no lie when Jack said travelling with the transverser might be more uncomfortable than the Vortex Manipulator. In fact, such an idea was quite the understatement. This? This hurt. It felt as though his insides had been ripped out and unceremoniously stuffed back in. Felt so much in fact that he reached a hand down to check that wasn't the case.

Thankfully, he was still in one piece. It made a nice change.

"That'll wake you up in a morning," Jack said, cricking his neck to the side. "You okay?" His hand was still in the Doctor's, and he released the grip to move it around to his back. "Doctor?"

They appeared to be in a city street. A very very empty city street. Empty and quiet. Like it had been abandoned years ago. It felt intrinsically wrong. He glanced down at his wrist strap, still not working. Still not their Universe.

"Okay," he said tentatively. "Lets try and get through this one without the vivisection. We stick together."
quitehomoerotic: ([problem] dark)
Follows this

Jack didn't sleep. Not one wink. It was a long night of lying there with his gaze focussed steadfast on a point on the opposite wall. As the hours passed he realised he could have mapped out the knots in the wood of the panelling. But then he probably could have done that anyway.

It wasn't new for him to lie like this, and so it was easy to lose sense of time. His only guess to it being some sort of morning was when he heard the door click gently as the Doctor left. He hadn't slept either, Jack didn't think.

More time passed, or so Jack assumed. He could have quite easily have stayed there.

But it was a smell that finally roused him. Something that smelt distinctly like... burning. He ignored it at first. But the smell got worse. And Jack realised, it didn't just smell like burning, it was.

So bursting into action, Jack sprung from the bed and out of the room, along the smoke filled corridor until he reached the kitchen, so hazy he could barely see. He pulled a handle by the door (he'd just installed that two weeks ago) and a purple foam rained down from the sky, dousing a fire that originated at the far end of the room.

"Doctor? What the hell are you doing?"

3 things...

Aug. 7th, 2010 01:12 am
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1. Back from mini hiatus. Hi!

2. Have a pretty picture I took today in Cardiff.


Ask Jack Harkness Anything.

I've done one of these before and it was fun, so any character, random and crazy or utterly serious as you like. Verses? Go ahead. Utter nonsense? That's great too! But ask Jack questions!

ooc: hiatus

Aug. 4th, 2010 01:46 am
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Taking a hiatus. If you need me, email or pm and I'll get to it when I can.

Gem out.
quitehomoerotic: (TARDIS)
Follows this.

Jack carried the Doctor's limp body inside the TARDIS and shut the door behind him with a firm hand. In his mind he could feel the TARDIS bubbling away with worry and concern. She could feel it too, and she didn't understand. Was he alive? Was he really alive? Could he be? What had happened? What had Jack done?

"He'll be okay," he said aloud to her. "He's alive, he'll be fine."

He set the Doctor down on the metal grating of the console room floor. The Doctor looked wrong like that, in the borrowed clothes that didn't fit him. He looked like someone had tried to dress a doll. They'd have things right soon enough. They had to.

Running around the console he set the TARDIS quickly into flight. They had to get away, they couldn't be here, they couldn't be found. That would cause far too many problems.

The Doctor would wake up. He was alive, he had to wake up, and Jack would focus on him as soon as they were away. Anywhere, anywhen, just away.

The vortex was enough for now, no real destination, just far away.

Only when Jack was sure they were safely in flight did he move, and when he did he brought himself down to kneel beside the Doctor.

"Wake up," he whispered. "Please."
quitehomoerotic: ([doctor] cartoon jack/ten)
One Year of
Two Immortals one TARDIS

Now this post may be a little self indulgent, but I think some things are worth celebrating, and this is one of them.

A little over a year ago, I sent [livejournal.com profile] rude_not_ginger a message asking if she might like to do an RP thread set post Children of Earth, exploring a little of how that effected Jack, and how a conversation between he and the Doctor might go. A year ago today, 14th July 2009, we started our first thread. The rest, as they say, is history.

One thread turned into another, and another to another, and what started out small grew and blossomed into something I could have never imagined, and 28 threads and 7008 comments later (yes, I counted) it's still going strong.

The threads have become such an epic story, that has involved so many elements; from adventure to romance, to sadness and loss, to technobabble and spaceships, alien planets and oh such a lot of running. They span over 200 years (well, depending how you look at it), manage to incorporate canon events (and we totally pre-empted 'The Waters of Mars'), and have stories that are seeded and form full arcs (even when we don't quite intend them to!). They've gone places I'd have never expected, both physically and emotionally, and there's not a single tag in there that I don't hold dear to my heart.

I utterly adore re-reading the old threads, and I do it often. While writing the stories in this verse I've laughed, I've cried, I've been shocked and gone without far too much sleep on more than one occasion. It's been a year of writing that I've enjoyed every moment of and I look forward to much more.

I'm not one to ever really recommend my own writing, but this verse is one I'm immensely proud of, and as such I'd link anyone interested towards the master post here where everything is linked together chronologically.

And to [livejournal.com profile] rude_not_ginger? Thank you so much for what you've put into this verse with me. I think the love that goes into it really shows and I adore it (and you) completely.

Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] best_served_hot for the graphic! Amazing as always!
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Follows this.

It had been five days since Reinette woke up. She was doing much better now, her health had picked up considerably and she had more colour in her cheeks than Jack thought he'd ever seen her with.

Still, he knew, time ticked on, and the better she became the more restless too. That, and as time passed yet more and more questions were raised as to her identity. Jack could deal with them, of course, but he much preferred that he didn't have to.

Of course, he wanted to take her home. And home, of course, he meant 1752. But that was hardly that simple, and turning up to take her back there now felt cruel. Jack could be cruel, of course. He'd been cruel on many occasions. But he didn't want to be, not to her, not after everything. So he needed an alternative.

Luckily, an alternative presented itself.

So it was with an idea fully formed and a oversized set of bags in hand that he walked into Reinette's hospital room, a grin painted on his lips.

"Bonsoir," he said. "How about a trip?"
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In the aim of getting back into things in general, and getting back into writing, I thought I'd dredge up this old meme. You show me yours and I'll show ynu mine!

1. Who are you?
2. Yay! How long have we been RPing together?
3. What was your first impression about our RPs? (i.e., were you nervous, intimidated, disappointed, impressed, amused, annoyed?)
4. First characters we played together?
5. Most amusing scene from one of our RPs?
6. Most depressing?
7. Sappiest/most romantic?
8. Cutest couple from our RPs?
9. Cutest friends?
10. What's your favourite character that I play? Why?
11. Least favourite? Why?
12. Something you'd like to RP/see happen in an RP with me at some point (no matter how random!)?
13. Name a song that reminds you of one of our couples/one of my characters and why you chose it.
14. Anything in particular that makes my style of RPing stand out from others'?
15. Anything I could improve on?
16. Character of mine you'd like to see more of?
quitehomoerotic: (Dead Jack is very dead)
Follows this.

His eyes creaked open, and it felt like he'd been asleep too long.

He was lying on his back, and the light above him felt bright. Every muscle in his body ached, and though he thought about moving them, it was little more than that; a thought. The fingers on his hand curled a little, and he was dimly aware of a bleep of a monitor, and something attached to his arm.

He wondered where he was, but then he realised he already knew the answer to that, like it was hard wired inside him. He was in the TARDIS, and that was good. Good. That was very good.

The light penetrated his eyes and it felt sore, he blinked them a couple of times, trying to pull the world into focus, but there was still a haze, and the action itself seemed to tire him out, so he let them close, and he filled his lungs with a bigger breath of air.

How long had he been here? How long had he been dead or been lost? Something told him, something in the ache of his bones, that it had been a very long time.


Jun. 27th, 2010 03:47 am
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{in character} texts from last night meme
[ Jack's thread. ]

Never one to miss a bandwagon...


Jun. 20th, 2010 11:07 pm
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So I've had a pretty hideous couple of weeks IRL with a death in the family and the general shakeup from that, but I've had a good (and much needed) weekend away with friends, and I think I'm ready to get back in the swing of things a little bit.

In that vein, I'd like to write a bit, and if anyone has any story suggestions or things you'd like to read from me, I'd love to hear it!

And thirdly! Some fluff!

everybody's gonna love today, love today, love today!
everybody's gonna

❤❤ LOVE ME, HEY! ❤❤
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Follows this.

The console in front of Jack lit up with a rainbow of colours. The different sectors were flashing on and off with a sequence of alarms and alerts, one after the other.

"Doctor we've lost the whole of sector six!" Jack called out. He was only just about getting enough time to cancel out and work out what was alerting before it started all over again. Above him, he could hear the explosions inside the building, and they seemed to be getting ever closer to the control room. Another one, and the roof shook and plaster started to fall.

"We're running out of time here!" he shouted.

"Sector nine has been breached. Doctor, get out of there!"
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Still on hiatus mostly, but felt this needed to be linked...



Jun. 2nd, 2010 02:04 am
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Due to a serious illness in the family I'm going to be largely away for a while. Not sure when I'll be back around normally again. I just wanted to give people a heads up.
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It had been 50 years since Jack had seen the Doctor. It had been 50 years since Jack had been Jack. 50 years, and he still felt the same. Some days he hated that, it frustrated him and annoyed him and made him want to scream. And some days, it just made him lonely. This was one of those days.

It was Valentines day. A stupid Earth holiday that really meant nothing, but people put so much stock into. Everywhere you went there were balloons shaped like hearts and people holding hands and declaring their love. It made Jack grumpy, and he could never and would never explain why.

So he shut himself away from it. He was in a small flat in a city that seemed to be nothing but small flats. Somewhere full of people where he could at the same time, be completely alone.

And he sat on his own, watching broadcasts on a television with a bottle of scotch to soothe his pains.

50 years, and it still felt like yesterday.


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