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londoncallingrpgAfter John Hart, after Gray, Jack couldn't be in Cardiff. He was Torchwood now, not just what he did but who he was, and he had a small crisis and had to get away. Although he'd broken with London's Torchwood after the incidents at Canary Wharf (which it seemed the population had either forgotten or written off) Jack found himself in England's jewel. He was ready to make a new start. And, he reckoned, the Doctor would probably visit London before Cardiff if truth be told.
He'd settled into the subterranean Hub that Alice and Emily had worked in. It had been long forgotten in favor of the building of steel and glass that had been built atop it. Bloody Torchwood...they were supposed to be secret. He'd made his contacts and had put himself to work. But even Jack needed to eat.
He had all of the city to choose from and rather than just go to a pub Jack stood on the sidewalk looking at his mobile reading Yelp reviews. There was a place just down the block and around the corner. Yelp was good and all but he kind of wanted a real opinion so he looked up from his screen and he smiled at the first person whose eye he caught.
"Excuse me...do you know if this place is any good?" he asked, showing the screen. His American accent immediately marked him as a tourist, even though he wasn't.
He'd settled into the subterranean Hub that Alice and Emily had worked in. It had been long forgotten in favor of the building of steel and glass that had been built atop it. Bloody Torchwood...they were supposed to be secret. He'd made his contacts and had put himself to work. But even Jack needed to eat.
He had all of the city to choose from and rather than just go to a pub Jack stood on the sidewalk looking at his mobile reading Yelp reviews. There was a place just down the block and around the corner. Yelp was good and all but he kind of wanted a real opinion so he looked up from his screen and he smiled at the first person whose eye he caught.
"Excuse me...do you know if this place is any good?" he asked, showing the screen. His American accent immediately marked him as a tourist, even though he wasn't.
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Date: 2015-04-09 03:36 pm (UTC)"No, it isn't," Shannon agreed. "I would have thought you were from America, given your accent."
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Date: 2015-04-09 06:10 pm (UTC)"Can't shake the accent I grew up with," he shrugged. But it was a Boeshane accent in truth...Shannon didn't need to know that.
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Date: 2015-04-10 05:39 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2015-04-13 02:44 am (UTC)"You must have some time for entertainment. Being a work-a-holic is bad for your complexion."
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Date: 2015-04-13 05:50 pm (UTC)"We can't have that. I'm too pretty for that."
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Date: 2015-04-24 01:36 am (UTC)"Powers no," said Shannon. "Charity is for other people to attend to." Perhaps his brother contributed to a charity or two. It would look good politically. Shannon had never had a reason to.
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Date: 2015-04-26 11:21 pm (UTC)"You've got no idea what a hard luck case I am," Jack teased. "It's absolutely charity."
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Date: 2015-04-27 12:18 am (UTC)Shannon ran an appraising eye over the captain. "Perhaps it was a slight case of charity," he teased in return..