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Sep. 9th, 2016 06:34 pm
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Jack had been working on a very special project for the past year. He was going to figure out how to pull something through the rift in Cardiff if it killed him...again. He'd had some success with hooking his vortex manipulator to the Hub tech, but it wasn't enough. He needed the resources of Torchwood at Canary Wharf and so back to London he came.

And when he got here he'd made a command decision and had 'enlisted' some help. It had been easy. Easier than he'd dreamed. And now he had the help he needed for the small price of sharing tech.

Today found him taking a break and he took a stroll through the park at dusk, just as the lights were coming on and the temperature was dropping. He loved autumn. He loved the smell of dying leaves and the bite of rain in the air.

He needed to get back to the lab to see if there was any progress with the dimensional barrier, but for now he stopped at a cart to get himself a cup of chai to sip on the way back to his rig.

Date: 2016-09-10 01:47 am (UTC)
finlay_flynn: (distant)
From: [personal profile] finlay_flynn
Fin had left Keats with Will for the day, and was walking with his cane- and his magic. He'd been in meeting's all morning, and was just about to hail a cab home when his magic seemed to fixate on a man up ahead, swirling almost violently as it painted a portrait of a dark haired man.

He should have really just kept walking, but curiosity got the best of him as it so often did. He stopped at the cart, ordering a hot cup of tea and standing close to the man in an effort to try and get a feel for what he was.

Date: 2016-09-10 02:06 am (UTC)
finlay_flynn: (smoking >_>)
From: [personal profile] finlay_flynn
"Aren't you so very American?" Fin replied, and though the tart words should have been unpleasant, Fin managed to make them oddly charming.

Date: 2016-09-10 02:20 am (UTC)
finlay_flynn: (pensive or wtvr)
From: [personal profile] finlay_flynn
"Finlay," Fin replied, offering his instead. "Most just call me Fin though."

His magic was still buzzing a bit, and he couldn't for the life of him work out why. He couldn't feel magic radiating from the other man. Nothing about him stood out to his senses... Well, alright, he did smell a bit better than most, he supposed.

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Date: 2016-09-10 01:53 am (UTC)
winter_wisp: (coffee iz mine)
From: [personal profile] winter_wisp
Having spent most of the day busking, Winter's pockets were fuller than usual as he stopped at the cart as well, ordering himself a hot chocolate, and then buying a sausage roll as well.

"They're the best sausage rolls," he told the dark haired man beside him. "The. Best."

He paused then, tilting his head slightly to one side. "I remember you. You have a car. You can drive me home," he said cheerfully.

Date: 2016-09-10 02:05 am (UTC)
winter_wisp: (ᕙ(`▽´)ᕗ)
From: [personal profile] winter_wisp
"And buy me pizza?" Winter grinned. "Or sushi, I like sushi now that I'm an adult and all."

He was a bit surprised the other man was so willing. He'd been a bit spooked last time.

Date: 2016-09-10 02:23 am (UTC)
winter_wisp: (chirp chirp)
From: [personal profile] winter_wisp
Winter seemed confused by that, and he frowned slightly. "Is a meal equal to a ride? Meals last so much longer... They give much more. We will split the price of the meal, and I will repay the ride with a single kiss," the pixie decided, as though he was somehow certain his kiss was worth the same as the petrol used to get him home.

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Date: 2016-09-10 08:22 pm (UTC)
offthebeatenpath: (coy)
From: [personal profile] offthebeatenpath
Em had had a meeting with the publisher of the London Lucida deck, and it had gone well – they'd loved the art so far and were happy she was ahead of the schedule she'd agreed on – but afterwards she'd been such a ball of nerves, she stopped at the park alternately doodling and working through Askani meditation patterns to settle down before heading home. No reason to worry the boys that something else had happened to her, when she was fine other than being ridiculous.

She wasn't paying attention to how long she'd been there, until she realized the sun had set and she wasn't sure how long it had been since she'd eaten. Tea would tide her over until she got back to the squat, she decided, and she stopped at a cart for a cup. The man in front of her in line turned once he had his drink, and she murmured, "the hanged man," to herself almost before her conscious mind realized she recognized him. Jack, she remembered. He'd asked for dinner recommendations, and somehow he'd ended up inviting her to join him for Ethiopian. He'd reminded her of Remy, the charming, flirtatious, didn't mean anything by it, just how he was type.

Was she staring? She turned to the woman at the cart and ordered her tea, trying to ignore the way she started to blush.

Date: 2016-09-11 01:04 am (UTC)
offthebeatenpath: (coy)
From: [personal profile] offthebeatenpath
Oops. Em hadn't realized she'd actually said that out loud, and the blush turned up a notch. "Knight of swords?" she asked, her head tilting as she studied him. "Are you a pilot, Captain Jack? And sorry, it's good to see you too, I was just...," but she trailed off, waving a hand and not knowing how to explain her thought process.

Date: 2016-09-12 09:18 pm (UTC)
offthebeatenpath: (yeah all right)
From: [personal profile] offthebeatenpath
Em probably should've insisted he didn't need to pay for her tea, but it wasn't worth making a fuss and she always needed the money for something else anyway. Besides, turning over the distinction between being a pilot and being able to fly, and wondering if that was intentional on his part.

"Thanks." She offered a small smile as she pulled up her sleeve, revealing one of her tattoos. "Knight of Swords is a good card. Probably fits you better than me too."

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Date: 2016-09-11 06:02 am (UTC)
wispofathing: (Singing)
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Curnen was finishing up her set in the park, playing an enthusiastic rendition of "La Jument de Michao" which she'd been working on for a week. Her French was imperfect, but the performance was lusty and cheerful, and the sweetness of her voice and her twelve fingers flying over the strings of her guitar and her black hair flying as she twirled on her toes more than made up for it.

"L'hiver viendra, les gars, l'hiver viendra! La jument de Michao, elle s'en repentira!"

At the tipping point of dusk when the fading sun made the weather turn suddenly cool, it was less noticeable. Curnen herself didn't really pick out the effect she had until it happened. L'hiver viendra, winter will come. When the breeze blew by it brought that promise of cold with it.

Or perhaps it was just a fluke.

Date: 2016-09-11 05:18 pm (UTC)
wispofathing: (Guitar)
From: [personal profile] wispofathing
This the girl saw and she dipped briefly in a little curtsy, a wordless thanks as she didn't want to interrupt herself when she so deeply entrenched in this song. At heart this was something of a simple and silly folk song that she'd tried to learn more about but hadn't really found any deeper meaning to. So it was her own understanding of the imagery that colored her performance. The melody remained rollicking and playful, but the structure of the chords and the tone of her voice tinged it with a threat, something lurking dark and deep.

J’entends le loup, le renard et la belette
J’entends le loup et le renard chanter


The wolf was Rockhouse, the fox whichever of his nephews he felt like siccing on people at the moment, and as singing held a great deal of power for the Tufa, when they sang together it was time to be afraid. She repeated these lines twice before she threw back her head and howled at the darkening sky.

This, she knew as she did it, could easily shatter the atmosphere she'd been building with her song. All it took was a slight mistake and it would sound silly, childish, and even pathetic. Fortunately, Curnen had decades of practice and while there was of course a human timbre that could not be removed from the sound, for a moment she was the wolf singing. If the breeze again blew colder than it should have, she paid it no mind. It felt too good.

But she couldn't end there. She had to draw the threat of claws and fangs and winter cold back and she finished by coming back to Michao's poor mare. People like herself who were fucked when the wolf and the fox turned their eyes her way.

L'hiver viendra, les gars, l'hiver viendra
La jument de Michao, elle s'en repentira


On those words, then she abruptly cut off, voice and fingers stopping dead.

Curnen couldn't help smiling to herself. She'd gone full throttle into that, and it had felt really good.

Date: 2016-09-14 01:08 am (UTC)
wispofathing: (Feral)
From: [personal profile] wispofathing
It was a smile worthy of a Tufa, and between it and the praise, Curnen felt herself warm all the way down to her toes. All the same, she ducked her head before shaking it and saying, "Aw, nah. That ain't the kinda life for me."

And it wasn't. Look what had happened to her the last time she'd wound up on tour, even if it was only singing backup. If she tried to go pro, she didn't know if the night winds would really believe that she intended to come home someday.

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Date: 2016-09-12 06:15 pm (UTC)
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Anael's steps slowed to a halt as he noticed the man at the cart. It might be too hot for his coat, but there was no mistaking him. He smiled as he watched him pay for his tea, a smile audible in his voice as he said, with great warmth, "Captain Jack Harkness."

Date: 2016-09-15 11:18 am (UTC)
whispersoflove: (Default)
From: [personal profile] whispersoflove
Anael could not only see but feel the genuine warmth of Jack's reaction, and it felt wonderful. "I'd have thought that was my line. I'm not the workaholic." Or, well, maybe he was. He liked to think that he was also doing God's work when he was here.

Date: 2016-09-15 11:25 am (UTC)
whispersoflove: (Default)
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"Quite well," Anael answered. "Happy to run into you again. Sorry, yes, I'll have a chai as well," he told the vendor, who was getting impatient.

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