4. SECRET UNDERCOVER MODE ACTIVATE! (or how to convince people that you're harmlessly crazy while on a stakeout of the local thugs)
So you're a giant turtle carrying around an area the size of a US state that people live on. How's that working out for you?
[Captain Jack Harkness leans up against the wall in the marketplace as he addresses a literal hole in the wall about the height of his shoulder and about the span of his hand. Every once in awhile, he tugs off a piece of the junkfood concoction he got from one of the stalls and feeds it through said hole.]
You don't say. That was rude of them. Didn't notice at all? You are literally carrying around the weight of a world on your back. Can't be easy.
[No one seems to be answering Jack and he might be being avoided a little more than the average Foreigner.]
Haven't happened to see a handsome Welshman with coffee making powers around have you? Hmm. Sure he's around here somewhere. Maybe some rooster-haired good looking gawky man who goes by 'the Doctor'?
[Another bit of food is dropped through the hole as Jack appears to listen and then nod with a cheeky grin.]
No, his name is 'Doctor', not 'Doctor Who?'. Male, yeah. No, it's not Milyn, although I wouldn't mind getting to know her better. You think she takes we Foreigners out for dinner if we let her ask all the questions she wants? Wouldn't mind playing doctor with her. What? What do you mean she's not that kind of girl? I can be a gentleman! You hardly know me. Awfully judgmental for a turtle, aren't you? You know, there were these doctor triplets once on Tarusix VI that had a thing for humanoids with hypervodka.
You think she goes for the Japanese schoolgirl look?
[If Jack is really keeping an eye on a suspicious stall further down with a supposed huge haul of Lucid that one gang poisoned to kill off the customers of another, who's the wiser? Freaking weird Foreigners.]
3. Where There's a Will/9. Incoming!
I'm going to need some barbecue sauce and a Welshman for this. Maybe some dark chocolate. Mostly for the dinosaur but some for the Welshman. If he's been good. A lot of it for him if he's been bad. The dinosaur will sort itself out after she stuffs her stomach.
[All of this is said as what looks suspiciously like a pterodactyl swoops down and snags up a sheep in her talons. She rides a draft of wind back up into the sky. Jack winces. That's probably not going to help relations between locals versus Foreigners. Least she hasn't... oh wait, yeah, she looks to be heading for part of the Midnight Hotel to perch on while tearing apart the sheep.]
Myfanwy! Get off there right now! You don't know where that place has been.
[Those bits of blood, guts and wool would wash right off. No worries.]
[Myfanwy eyes Jack as she tosses back her head and gulps down the last of her meal. There's some challenge there as she wriggles and caws at him playfully. 'Playfully' for an oversized extinct lizard might sound a lot like Threatening To Eat You to the average person.]
Jack Harkness - Torchwood/Doctor Who
So you're a giant turtle carrying around an area the size of a US state that people live on. How's that working out for you?
[Captain Jack Harkness leans up against the wall in the marketplace as he addresses a literal hole in the wall about the height of his shoulder and about the span of his hand. Every once in awhile, he tugs off a piece of the junkfood concoction he got from one of the stalls and feeds it through said hole.]
You don't say. That was rude of them. Didn't notice at all? You are literally carrying around the weight of a world on your back. Can't be easy.
[No one seems to be answering Jack and he might be being avoided a little more than the average Foreigner.]
Haven't happened to see a handsome Welshman with coffee making powers around have you? Hmm. Sure he's around here somewhere. Maybe some rooster-haired good looking gawky man who goes by 'the Doctor'?
[Another bit of food is dropped through the hole as Jack appears to listen and then nod with a cheeky grin.]
No, his name is 'Doctor', not 'Doctor Who?'. Male, yeah. No, it's not Milyn, although I wouldn't mind getting to know her better. You think she takes we Foreigners out for dinner if we let her ask all the questions she wants? Wouldn't mind playing doctor with her. What? What do you mean she's not that kind of girl? I can be a gentleman! You hardly know me. Awfully judgmental for a turtle, aren't you? You know, there were these doctor triplets once on Tarusix VI that had a thing for humanoids with hypervodka.
You think she goes for the Japanese schoolgirl look?
[If Jack is really keeping an eye on a suspicious stall further down with a supposed huge haul of Lucid that one gang poisoned to kill off the customers of another, who's the wiser? Freaking weird Foreigners.]
3. Where There's a Will/9. Incoming!
I'm going to need some barbecue sauce and a Welshman for this. Maybe some dark chocolate. Mostly for the dinosaur but some for the Welshman. If he's been good. A lot of it for him if he's been bad. The dinosaur will sort itself out after she stuffs her stomach.
[All of this is said as what looks suspiciously like a pterodactyl swoops down and snags up a sheep in her talons. She rides a draft of wind back up into the sky. Jack winces. That's probably not going to help relations between locals versus Foreigners. Least she hasn't... oh wait, yeah, she looks to be heading for part of the Midnight Hotel to perch on while tearing apart the sheep.]
Myfanwy! Get off there right now! You don't know where that place has been.
[Those bits of blood, guts and wool would wash right off. No worries.]
[Myfanwy eyes Jack as she tosses back her head and gulps down the last of her meal. There's some challenge there as she wriggles and caws at him playfully. 'Playfully' for an oversized extinct lizard might sound a lot like Threatening To Eat You to the average person.]