[identity profile] twoyearsmissing.livejournal.com
Jack was giving Ianto a guided tour, finally around other places that weren't Jack's room. Plus he should go see if there were other people he could introduce Ianto to. There were people he should also apologize to. And Owen of course, see if he was still about and bother him. That was always good fun for a while. Jack had started with the owls because he decided it would be fun for some reason and he could explain things up there before dragging Ianto out towards the lake and the rest of the grounds because for once it was a nice shiny day that was good enough to venture outside without freezing after five seconds (okay so he was going a little overboard with that).

"Not quite what we're used to, huh"
[identity profile] twoyearsmissing.livejournal.com
There was no nagging little voice at the back of his head that was usually there, telling him what he should be doing right then, it was like that voice was the one in control again. Which wasn't right. No-one there really knew what he was like from before.

So there was no-one stopping him from heading off to find Inara again. He didn't care that they had left it slightly awkward when they'd woken up the next morning. But that then didn't seem to matter then, this was a slightly more devious Jack Harkness, used to a different world where getting by was by any means possible. The wolfish smile he gave as he headed into Slytherin was a little more off than usual but still him.
[identity profile] twoyearsmissing.livejournal.com
Jack was, for want of a better term brooding. In the style anyone who knew him could tell he was far from happy, which never ended with a good thing at all. Didn't help that he was sat on a patch of roof, with the pterodactyl next to him for company. First it had been Tosh and Gwen, then the Doctor he'd known first, Suzie too. So maybe he wasn't so much missing the crazy Master guy but hey, anything then would have cheered him up. He turned to the pterodactyl tempted to send it to go hunt down Owen who he hoped was still human and not snack food, but he decided against that as he didn't know where Diane was and he wasn't up for an annoyed doctor shouting and swearing at him for interrupting anything. Which made him want to do it all the more. But then he didn't want the pterodactyl to get harmed, maybe no physically but still, there was concern for the things mental health. He wondered where Ianto was too. They'd all just gone.

"... So yeah, it's just me, him and Yan, or maybe just me and you..." Jack looked like he sounded, just short of depressed, as he peered down over the edge. But it was of course that he missed JD most of all. There was only so long he could pretend that it was all alright. He pointed out into the distance. "Go on." The pterodactyl took the hint and flew off, just missing pushing him off the roof. Jack wondered absently if that would be a break in the boredom. But then he'd just hurt for a while. It would take away the other pain he felt. He didn't of course, something stopped him. He wandered down taking his time since well he didn't really have anything better to do, the dogs were asleep he'd already walked them a number of times that day to the point they were bored of him. He pulled his coat around him a little more as he wandered down and out towards the lake.

He found a rock and sat.

Just staring, he wasn't even sure what at, just something in the distance.
[identity profile] raiseyourglass.livejournal.com
Compared to Reavers, buttery oil isn’t so bad, all things considered. In a room that was very quiet, suddenly there was a loud pop, with a beautiful woman landing with a thud on the floor. For a few moments, she is quiet, slowly waking up and attempting to move. Then, she’s moving, her back arching a little as she tries to get her bearings. Her appearance almost looks like a foal, her body adjusting after being a kernel so long, her body matted down with butter.

When she’s finally up on her feet, she looks around, very confused. Her eyes travel down to her dress. Simple, blue, and probably ruined due to the sticky mess that was now covering her from head to toe. Her eyes then moved up to the plaque, looking at it, raising an eyebrow. Most were names she didn’t recognize, but she did see a few she knew, one or two at least.

The popcorn room, she thinks to herself. I became popcorned? She tries to smile, but it is difficult, when her clothes are sticking to her like a second skin, worse than water. Her hair feels matted and disgusting, and what she wouldn’t do for a shower right now. Even Serenity’s showers would be livable. She wonders how she got to be like this, how did she become a kernel in the first place, her memory isn’t really serving her.

”Wo de tian a,” Inara muttered.









ooc: Wo de tian a = Dear God in heaven. I had applied to unpopcorn Inara a long time ago. Not really sure what happened, but I never did. And I've had Em: Jack Harkness/Mal Reynolds player harassing me ever since. So, to appease her shut her the hell up, here comes Inara. Hi! OOC information about me will be in Inara's journal.
[identity profile] dib-worm.livejournal.com
I've decided that it's time to move on, but I've enjoyed playing here and meeting you all very much! I wish you all best of luck in the craziness and crack-plotting.

Dib has decided to conduct one last experiment, and has followed Devi into the realm of popcorn. (Sorry, ZEX-mun. :/)

Fry has returned to the year 3000 through a time-portal he accidentally opened while reading some old graffiti on a bathroom wall that had been reversed by a mirror.

Inara I really should have popcorned long ago anyway, JD I never really got started with.

The Bad Graphics Ghost has hooked up with a Casio it met on the internet.

Thanks to everyone at HH for being fun and interesting RPers and getting me through a couple of rough patches. I can be reached at Dib's contact post on [livejournal.com profile] dib_worm or on AIM. Goodbye!
[identity profile] perfect-company.livejournal.com
I've decided to give up Inara. I realized that if she were popcorn she'd be getting the same amount of playing time, and that's not fair. I offer her up to anyone who wants her. Inara's too classy to be popcorn, so don't let her sit for too long!

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