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londoncallingrpgJack had a very bad habit of letting his guard down. He loved hard and loved well, but in all his long years he was aware that love was brief. Here and there love had lasted for years. Angelo. His wife. Logan. In between there were others, loves great and small. And when love came, even though he knew better, Jack would let his guard down.
Life with Torchwood was all too often painful, bloody, and short. People came and went, but no one retired. No. No one got out so easily.
And the newest, freshest wound was Val. It had all been going so well. Jack's knowledge of tech and Val's understanding of magic had furthered the research into the portal. They were nowhere near being able to pinpoint a time or location, but they'd gotten one to hold steady for a while. It was promising.
Until it all went to hell.
Val went missing right before Jack's eyes. He'd tried desperately to undo what they'd done, but after a while even Jack had to admit he was lost. Gone.
And so Jack threw himself into work. There was no point in drinking- he never got drunk. There was no thirst for companionship- that was just hollow. But work was always there. Work to be done. Aliens to track. Tech to catalogue. A world to keep safe. Jack jumped right back into it and let the satisfaction he found in duty mask the pain of a broken heart.
Tonight he had just confiscated a crate of 'antiquities' and they were loaded in the back of the SUV. He'd let the sellers go since they were just humans who hadn't the first clue about what they were trying to sell. Jack locked the rig up and looked around, trying to decide if he ought to get a bite. He really hadn't been hungry, not since Val vanished, but he knew he needed to eat. He'd died of starvation before and it was a hell of a way to go.
(OTA find him anywhere in London or the outlying towns if you prefer. Jack needs new friends, and old faces will be welcome too!)
Life with Torchwood was all too often painful, bloody, and short. People came and went, but no one retired. No. No one got out so easily.
And the newest, freshest wound was Val. It had all been going so well. Jack's knowledge of tech and Val's understanding of magic had furthered the research into the portal. They were nowhere near being able to pinpoint a time or location, but they'd gotten one to hold steady for a while. It was promising.
Until it all went to hell.
Val went missing right before Jack's eyes. He'd tried desperately to undo what they'd done, but after a while even Jack had to admit he was lost. Gone.
And so Jack threw himself into work. There was no point in drinking- he never got drunk. There was no thirst for companionship- that was just hollow. But work was always there. Work to be done. Aliens to track. Tech to catalogue. A world to keep safe. Jack jumped right back into it and let the satisfaction he found in duty mask the pain of a broken heart.
Tonight he had just confiscated a crate of 'antiquities' and they were loaded in the back of the SUV. He'd let the sellers go since they were just humans who hadn't the first clue about what they were trying to sell. Jack locked the rig up and looked around, trying to decide if he ought to get a bite. He really hadn't been hungry, not since Val vanished, but he knew he needed to eat. He'd died of starvation before and it was a hell of a way to go.
(OTA find him anywhere in London or the outlying towns if you prefer. Jack needs new friends, and old faces will be welcome too!)
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Date: 2017-08-24 10:58 pm (UTC)"You'll love again, harder and deeper even. We all do eventually, Jack," the titan soothed.
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Date: 2017-08-24 11:14 pm (UTC)"I don't know if I want to," Jack replied. "One day. Maybe. In a couple more centuries. But not now."
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Date: 2017-08-24 11:26 pm (UTC)Prometheus nodded, offering a sad and understanding smile. "Fair enough. ...In the meantime though. Come, sit, eat."
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Date: 2017-08-24 11:33 pm (UTC)Jack turned his back on the melancholy painting finally and joined Prometheus. Food offered a good distraction from the topic at hand.
"This is almost as good as actually being there," he said after a couple bites. "I should probably travel again. Get out of the UK. Go see the world. Do you travel much?"
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Date: 2017-08-24 11:42 pm (UTC)"Sometimes," Prometheus nodded, putting his feet up on the coffee table as he ate. "I was in New York not long ago, but London called me home again. It seems no matter how far I wander, I eventually return here."
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Date: 2017-08-24 11:45 pm (UTC)"I've been thinking I need some sun. Somewhere tropical. Bali, maybe," Jack said. His mind often wandered to tropical beaches, to lagoons and reefs. Hot sun, tropical storms, and the idea of living in a hut. It all pulled at him.
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Date: 2017-08-24 11:52 pm (UTC)"What's stopping you?" the titan asked, glancing over and waiting for an answer.
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Date: 2017-08-24 11:55 pm (UTC)"I've got so much work," Jack said. "I've got this project I've been working on. And I think there's been some success...but I'm not sure. I need to monitor it. It's not the right time to go."
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Date: 2017-08-25 12:04 am (UTC)"Sounds like a very good excuse not to do as you please," the titan tutted, having another bite before putting the box down. "Just because you're immortal doesn't mean you have infinite tomorrows."
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Date: 2017-08-25 01:27 am (UTC)"But this is important work, Prometheus," he said, then paused. He thought about if he could be honest and then thought there was no one alive he could share this with other than him. "I'm trying to open a portal and get him back. The one I loved. Love."