SEPTEMBER INTRO MINGLE

[asgardmods]

Who: Newbies and anyone who wishes to greet them!
What: Getting used to the city
When: Days 319 and forward
Where: Anywhere in town!
Rating: PG-13 tops! If it gets worse, move to a private log please.

[Please include your location and the IC day (ex. Day 275 - this can be found in the schedule) in your top-level comment or your subject line when starting a thread! It can be any welcome hall, major attraction, or just out an about in any district. For newbies making a top-level thread, you may include your character's name/canon/house in your subject line if you'd like, to make housemates easy to find! :) If a God is needed or wanted, please ping the mods and depending on availability we might be able to throw them in where asked.

Also, keep an eye on the event schedule for September! If you're ICly introing during an event, make sure you take that into account. Thank you!

Have fun!]

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Day 320 | Library

[beforethewar]

[Well, hey, guess who works in the Library.

Eight recognizes that look. Sure, sometimes it's tinged with fear, sometimes with anger, and sometimes with downright disbelief, but the underlying look of "being new" and seeing everything for the first time is always there.

He's halfway to Jack before he remembers he's got a huge pile of books in his hands, and so he stops to set them down, hoping he has them balanced properly so they don't fall over everywhere. After a bit of book juggling, he straightens and approaches the new guy.]

You look like a man with a lot of questions. Can I help?

[faceofbeau]

[The first thing he sees is the stack of books moving towars him, the man half hidden behind them, and he watches the pile approach with an amused look, waiting for the moment. Then, when the stack is carefully set aside to reveal the rather dashing figure behind them, his amused smirk shifts to a flirtatious smile, both because it's an easy way to begin a conversation, and- well, because there's a certain look about the man that Jack enjoys.]

That depends. [And that charming look is being directed full force at the other man.] I don't suppose you could direct a humble soul on where to find the best information about this world.

[beforethewar]

[Well. There's a full-on charm offensive in his face. It's one of the things that will flap even the most unflappable of Doctors.

Eight scratches the back of his head with a rather dumbfounded look opening his mouth to try to form words that don't come out in a squeak. Sadly, he utterly fails at keeping himself from stammering all over the place, however.]

Ah, w-well...OH! Right. Information on Asgard. Yes, I'm supposed to know that...

[He turns and, after inwardly rolling his eyes at himself, motions through the rows of bookcases to a chamber in the center of the room.]

You're in luck. Just couple months ago, that part of the Library was opened up to Travelers. It contains more pertinent information about Asgard and the rest of the world here.

[When he faces the man again, he's far more composed.]

If you need help with finding anything, let me know.

I'm the Doctor by the way. Well, one of them, at least. We're overflowing with Doctors at the moment.

What can I call you?

[faceofbeau]

[He can't help but be even more amused than before by the man's reaction; it's endearing, somewhat- cute, isn't the right word, but it's close. Jack just manages to keep from chuckling, and instead his smile grows warmer, and perhaps just a little more flirtatious than it'd started.

He follows the motion toward the back with interest, filing away the information for later. He will take time to look through that section later. When there's not something- or, more aptly, someone- more interesting to look into.]

How generous for the 'gods' to open up that information to us. [There's a clear bit of sarcasm to the word 'gods,' but he doesn't focus on it too much, because, before he can, the other man actually introduces himself. And suddenly- Jack realizes he's seen the man before.

He looked different in the UNIT footage. Younger, somehow, softer. But, when the name rolls off those lovely, bow shaped lips, he can see it. Jack's eyebrows both raise, somewhat high. And yet, he doesn't show that recognition, not yet, instead aiming for his own introduction, not that it should mean anything to the other man.]

Captain Jack Harknss, at your service Doctor. [And oh how true those words are.]

[beforethewar]

[Eight stared. Of all the people to arrive in Asgard. He remembers that little chat he had with Theta, and all the names he threw out -- and all the talk of snogging -- and suddenly he's flustered all over again.]

Oh...so, you're Jack Harkness. I've, um, heard a bit about you, actually.

[faceofbeau]

[Okay, and now it's Jack's turn to be somewhat taken off guard. The Doctor, a younger Doctor, has heard of him? If his eyebrows could have hiked higher, they would have, but as it is, he takes a moment to tilt his head, offer a somewhat amused look, and smirk.]

Oh really? I'll have to ask who's telling tales of me when we've only just met. Hopefully, they've all been good?

[beforethewar]

Ah, uh...yes.

[Don't blush, don't blush, don't blush. Damn it.]

A...sort of...future version of myself mentioned you. Mentioned snogging. I assume it's good, since he thought to tell me about it. Though, to be honest, I think he was mostly winding me up, telling me about everything I get up to in the future.

[faceofbeau]

Oh? [And now he's really amused. He likes this blushing version of the Doctor, flustered, so different than either of the one's he's known. At first glance, at least. His smirk grows a bit, and he finds himself entirely unable to resist the urge to tease the man further, giving him an almost wicked look.]

I certainly enjoyed it. If you're interested, I could offer a repeat performance. Or would that be a preview, instead?

[beforethewar]

[Oh hell. He's not usually so flustered, and is in fact usually one of the smoother Doctors, but it's been a very long time since he's come up against such full-on flirting. Well, except from River, but he got just as flustered then as well. He really should be getting used to this.]

Well, I mean, I'm flattered, but...I think I may take a raincheck on that one.

[Okay, slight difference: River never looked like she intended to follow through with her flirting. Oh, this is definitely different.]

[faceofbeau]

Consider it an open invitation. [Jack grins, wide, and just lets his gaze settle on the other man. Looking him over once more.] And feel free to take me up on it at any time.

[beforethewar]

Ah, yes. I think I'll do that.

[Either when he knows the man better or when he's less shy about kissing virtual strangers. You know, like ya do.]

So, how are you enjoying Asgard so far?

[faceofbeau]

It's quaint. [There's a raised eyebrow as he tilts his head.] Cute that we're supposed to just buy the explanation of gods. Seen a lot of things in my time, it's going to take more than what I've seen so far to convince me.

[And then the Doctor gets a more serious look, slightly. After all, younger face or not, the Doctor is someone he trusts.] what about you?

[beforethewar]

The war is real, I'm afraid. So is the greyness. You'll see them around, if you travel into the less used areas of the city.

A number of us have died in this war already, though as you can tell, they do have a way of bringing us back. It's the strangest experience to die and come back with the same face.

[faceofbeau]

Oh, I believe that there's a war, just not that it's gods waging it.

[And then something sets in his face, although it might be hard to see if you don't know him well, at the end of that. 'Bring them back...']

So death isn't permanent.

[beforethewar]

Apparently not.

[It's very strange, even for a Time Lord who's used to death not being the end.]

I suppose it helps along their claim that they're gods, if I believed in gods. I admit they are extremely powerful beings, at least. They have a vested interest in keeping us around to fight their war.

[faceofbeau]

[He can't quite suppress a snort at that.] It doesn't take a god to get around death. [He knows that far too well, even not counting his own immortality. This time, the set to his lips as they thin into a frown of a line is far more visible.]

Death isn't something that should be played around with, whether it's for a war or not.

[And the hypocrisy of that statement coming from his own lips doesn't escape Jack, but he means it.]

[beforethewar]

[Eight tilts his head and gives him a look. Seriously, Jack?]

You do know you're talking to a Time Lord, right? We practically invented playing around with death.

[faceofbeau]

[He gets an eyebrow in response.]

Maybe, but that doesn't make it right here and now.

[beforethewar]

[Eight's expression hardens.]

Frankly I was thankful for it after Rose bled out in front of me because my healing was too weak to save her.

[faceofbeau]

[Jack's lips purse in response. He doesn't want to ever imagine watching the people he cares about dies, even though he's done it, time and time again. But Rose... She's on the short list of people he would do anything, absolutely anything, to protect. To keep safe. And the fact that he's already been through the pain of thinking her dead once, lived through it... When he answers, after a long moment, his voice is the slightest bit rougher.]

Playing with death has consequences. [And yet, even as he says it, he knows... Rose is also one he would, selfishly, do anything to bring back, damn the consequences.]

[beforethewar]

Of course it does, but we don't exactly have a choice here.

[faceofbeau]

[His frown doesn't abate, his lips pressed to a firm line. But better to ask now and know.] What kind of consequences are known, here?

[beforethewar]

That I cannot say. I've only died once, myself, and there were no adverse effects, but I don't suppose there would be the first time.

Perhaps you could ask around for anyone who has died more than I have.

[faceofbeau]

[There's a nod, a serious, thoughtful look. And then, a sharper look. Because the thought of the Doctor dying, even one he's only just met... He pushes it aside for now, but he'll be looking into it, as soon as he can.]

Good to know that much at least.

[beforethewar]

I wish I could tell you more. I suppose we should be thankful that I don't know because I haven't honestly seen that much death here. Especially not for this being a war zone. Besides my own death, I've only seen two.

I think it's fairly safe not to worry about that too much. At the very least, these "gods" do seem invested in keeping us as safe as they can while still being in a war.