http://anextimeagent.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2005-12-12 01:32 pm
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The Perk, Monday Afternoon

Having spent time since his classes running around town, Jack stops in for a cuppa.

[[OOC: Feel free to use this for your own Perk patronage. Jack's just hanging out now, but I'm putting something into the works in a bit.]]
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[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2005-12-12 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack's sitting at a table sipping cappachino working on notes for his speech and his final project in Quantum Physics.

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2005-12-12 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Someone sits down across from Jack. A man in a dark suit and darker sunglasses. (But totally not one of the Blues Brothers, OMG.)

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2005-12-12 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack looks up when someone sits down at his table. He recognizes Mr. Petit from the Time Agency. Luckily, he also remembers his conversation with Vala (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhighdorms/308735.html?thread=11284479#t11284479) on Friday, and how he has to fake not knowing anything about the Time Agency.

So, with as much calm as he could manage, Jack nods and smiles politely and goes back to his notes.

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2005-12-12 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mr. Harkness. I'm disappointed in you. Did you think it was going to be so easy to get rid of us?"

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2005-12-12 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack looks up, and lets his brow furrow. "Get rid of...? I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean?"

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2005-12-12 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Mr. Petit smiles thinly. "I'm sure you don't. As sure as I am that Ms. Mal Doran fulfilled expectations and did as she was told. Because if she had, you wouldn't be living in a big blue box in the park and gift shopping for your new 'mother'." Mr. Petit's voice slurs into sarcasm on the last word. "Instead, you would have forgotten almost everything about your time here at Fandom High and would be useful to us again. Ah, well. If you want a job done, do it yourself."

He pulls a small device out of his pocket.

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2005-12-12 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack's eyes widen as he recognizes it as the same device Vala had shown him. "Wait --"

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2005-12-12 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a bright red flash.

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2005-12-12 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack blinks, and shakes his head. And blinks a few more times. "Mr. Petit?" he askes. He grins at the scary-looking guy. "Coming to see if I'm settling in okay?" Then he looks around. "Wait a minute. Where am I? I don't remember coming out here. Why is there... snow on the ground? What the hell is happening?" Jack sounds more baffled than angry.

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2005-12-12 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Mr. Petit stands, claps Jack's shoulder, and walks away without a word.

[identity profile] ten-and-chips.livejournal.com 2005-12-12 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
((NOOOOOOOOOO! (© Skywalker)))
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