Eighth Rift

[chronosexual]

WHAT: Jack's Dreamscape
WHO: Jack Harkness and anyone who wants to join. The more the merrier.
WHEN: Nighttime, Thurs-Sun

The location is not immediately identifiable, and rather lonesome, though the warmth of the light from the computers and desk lamps gives off an adequate glow by which to see. It appears to be some kind of underground facility with some impressive technology and... was that a pteranodon that just came soaring overhead? It doesn't matter, it flew out of sight anyhow. One of the computers appeared to be linked to a few CCTV camera feeds and had been left running by its operator. There were no signs of life, save for the flying beast and the light coming from the office up the stairs and over the catwalk. There is much to explore in this dream. Or is it a memory? Is there a difference?

Comments

[orphan-moon.livejournal.com]

"Ugly," Shinji said promptly. There was a pause as he looked at it.

"Dying," he said. "So either shoot it dead or patch it up, but I ain't having this conversation while anyone or anything bleeds out in front of me."

[chronosexual]

Jack sighed and looked down to the creature, putting an unsympathetic bullet into its head, silencing its groaning at once. Normally he would have taken it back down to its cell but... well, if he hadn't been so good of a shot before...

"You didn't answer my question. How did you get in here? This is a restricted area."

[orphan-moon.livejournal.com]

Shinjiro glanced down at the body, then back up at Jack.

"I walked," he said, flatly. "Nothing stopped me." He figured if Triggerhappy here needed a better reason than that, he could go fishing for it. It was a cop kind of question, and Shinji knew how cops worked... but a cop wouldn't have shot that thing. Whatever it was.

[chronosexual]

"You... walked." Jack stared at the boy, disbelief thick in every word he spoke. "You just walked right down here and decided you'd have a look?" Jack holstered his gun at his hip. "You've got a lot of attitude for a kid who just got caught being somewhere he's not supposed to be."

[orphan-moon.livejournal.com]

"Yeah?" Shinjiro shakes his head. "You've got a lot of balls to think you've got shit to say about my attitude, so maybe we're even." There's a strong tinge of disgust or distaste in his words, and his eyes keep straying back to the corpse on the floor. Each look seems to make him angrier, and harden his resolve, though there's nothing resembling surprise or revulsion at the sight of death so close.