waht what no not dead i said asleep SELEPING theres a difrence its
your not ansering my qestion i wanstsu posed to what day is it ?/.?? [wait no there aren't any weekdays on the Charon are there ugh BRAIN KICK BACK INTO GEAR COME ON--] i mean we got bck on the ship and i
[sorry Doctor, there's a bit of delay on this end, which probably doesn't exactly help things at the moment, but--Jack just needs a second to sit back, sigh enormously, and stare at this heavily iced container ceiling for a long, long bit.]
three days
[three days--]
man thats defnitly not what id geez tooths probly beside herself i need to
[ah wait no there's still a guy on the other end of this uh. could sheepish stares parse even through text? Jack's making an unintentional fighting effort at it, anyway]
[absent-minded texting. who'd thought it could be done.]
[a good thing it could be done, really: he'd never have garnered so much from Jack otherwise. tooths? was that someone who'd arrived at Rapture-- or maybe that woman who'd gone on about teeth a number of weeks ago? come to think of it, he never had spotted her after that; strange, given they were supposed to talk -]
[- still summer -] Yes it is. Humid and hot and sunny every day and every night. [- well, alright, Jack was obviously a cold "spirit" (yes, the Doctor had grievances on using that word), it made sense, but sleeping for three days?]
[... and more importantly,]
Out there, what's that supposed to mean? Where'd you hold yourself up?
[-- finally, as the Doctor set out to actively search, his typing improved. all it meant was his thoughts had turned to matters outside the compass, though. in this case - to find Jack. find a cold spot, find the spirit; that's how it always worked, wasn't it?]
well thats just great this is stupid i swear its like this palce doesnt even have seasons at all evrythings so out of order
[Jack's own text is also starting to shape up at last--though that's more due to the slow and steady process of waking up more than anything else.]
[he considers the Doctor's reply as he pulls himself from his sitting position against the container wall, and slowly climbs to his feet--awake he might be, but his head still feels like it's got a fair quantity of cotton in it, and that distinctive constant out-of-season ache in what feels like the very marrow of his bones is still there, as it had been for the last three weeks--long enough to almost be white noise, by now, but it's still acutely uncomfortable when he actually thinks about it again, as the topic has him doing now--]
scuse you i didnt hole myself up [with a measure of mild indignation!! it'd been more along the lines of 'flopping himself down in the most moderately acceptable location' tbh, but the whole endeavor had been a sight more dignified than just holing up thanks very much!!] it needed to be someplace out of the open the sun was bad not that these contaner things in the holds are much better but the wetness wasnt really an issue at the time so
[.....wait. frowns--]
alright lemme guess its already to late for me to tell you not to come down here isnt it
This is an icebox. You're made a literal icebox. Can I bring down some goods that hadn't fit in the kitchen's freezer?
[this, after three minutes of radio silence on the compass. if the door hadn't been locked, the Doctor would have cracked it open and stuck his head through (possibly breaking off flecks of frost on the hinges), bangs plastered to his forehead- it was warm, even Time Lords couldn't escape that-- and eyes wide as saucers while taking in the inside of the container.]
[a container that he really should've noticed before. had he been blind?]
[... no, but he had been busy. still. no excuse. the whole thing was sort of... something...]
[and here Jack had just been getting ready to step out of the thing, three minutes in without any further buzzes from the Compass...]
[which is to say that, all things considered, finding the door suddenly fidgeting of its own volition before he's even touched it is something pretty startling to be on the receiving end of. still being in the process of shaking off Rapture's two weeks of steadily ratcheting jumpiness has Jack drawing back from the entrance several paces, staff rising defensively--but it's pretty anticlimactic, when it cracks open only to reveal the Doctor's distinctly un-threatening bang-plastered head.]
[not that the door would have been too hard to open anyway if anyone really wanted to try, he supposes--he'd only sort of lightly frozen it shut, or so the bits of hazy half-awake memories pending his complete collapse into sleep inform him--but Jack still frowns at the Doctor anyway even as he lowers his staff immediately.]
Is knocking just not a thing where you're from, or what? Geez... [Probably unheard--it would have been before, and the Doctor's eyes seem by far more preoccupied with the container's iced interior than with any sight of an inhabitant. Jack pulls his Compass out of his pocket again with a sigh, quirking his eyebrows at the Doctor's remarks and taking a glance around the area himself before he gets to typing.]
[He really hadn't been thinking at all when he'd finally settled down in here, those handful of days ago...and by now he's surprised he even had enough energy to do such a relatively thorough job of icing the whole thing. Or maybe there'd been layers added on as he slept, that wouldn't be the first time...the volume of pale frost on the walls is almost enough to actually lend a lightly bluish tint to the lighting inside the container, and the air inside is pretty crisp to say the least--especially compared to the rest of the ship outside, probably...]
color us both surprised i dont think i was actualy aiming for a fullout freezer at the time but sure i guess knock yourself out im not going to be using this too much now anyway i think
you get can the door open the rest of the way if you want you coming in or are you staying outside ?
So you're still here. [-- a quick mutter, followed by an even quicker (if more empathetic) grin.]
[and, indeed, he's still oblivious to Jack's presence; the comment on knocking (which would have been waved off, anyway) goes unacknowledged, as well as, well. Jack, himself. the compass texts, at least, do continue to work, and the Doctor checks it with a swiftly angled wrist.]
[he stares for a moment - was that slight disappointment? - but then, eyes flashing back up, tone wheedling in the way only a nine-year-old's could be,]
... Depends. [throat clears.] Where are you going?
[How does a grown man even manage to wheedle like that...surely it can't be natural. Because Jack's quite knowledgeable on the nuances of a nine-year-old wheedle, and that was a pretty much flawless rendition.]
[It might be for the better that the dubious look he throws the Doctor goes unseen; as he types he relaxes and paces forward again, at least, until they're standing at what would be a normal conversational distance. --Normal as you could get with one half of the conversation being held by a head stuck through a door, anyway.]
not sure cant go much of anywhere on this ship , can we ? kinda want to get back on the deck but that probably wont last long just move around indoors i guess check on people
small spaces arent really my thing
[And though he might have been solidly asleep for the majority of his stay, being cooped up in an iced container for three days is quite long enough for any self-respecting roaming spirit, as far as he's concerned. ...All that aside, though--]
we can talk just outside this contaner though , is what i meant youre wanting to talk to me about something right ? seeing as you left thirteen messages and all but you might get too cold if you stay inside here dont you think ?
[the hallways are a little muggy; how long could you last? is something he doesn't ask aloud, but does manage to ask with an awkward shift of weight upon his feet and scrunched-up facial expression. because when in doubt (and when not a roaming winter spirit - no offense meant, Jack), use body language.]
[his expression smooths out fairly quickly, however, and then he's stepping fully into the room, breath puffing out in a thin cloud.]
Wouldn't get too cold, nah. You didn't cool this place off that much.
[as he stands there in an overcoat, shirt and patched trousers. you know. whatever.]
But if you've slept enough and feel like getting out and roaming, sure-- right after I ask you what I came to ask, yes, let's. The reason you had thirteen messages was because [- a sniff (he'd been concerned) -] it's a very important question, and has to do with [- quick backwards kick, hopefully shutting the container door -] bothering our lovely beneficiary, the Project Head.
Want to hear more?
[... that Jack would, the Doctor knew perfectly well. asking him felt like trapping him in it, but -- beggars couldn't be choosers, and the Time Lord had definitely become a beggar.]
[Overcoat, shirt, and patched trousers. Yes. That's sure to earn a bit of a frown and an arching of eyebrows, regardless that the Doctor couldn't see either.]
itd be too cold for most people you stand around in freezers a lot ?
[HE DOESN'T WANT YOU CATCHING ILL OUT OF STUBBORNNESS GOOD SIR he's going to be keeping an eye on you...! And at the slightest sign of a chill gone too deep he'll--well, he'll find some way to make you step out of here, if he has to.]
[But in the meantime he'll give the Doctor the slightest benefit of the doubt instead of pursuing that further. ...If only because that second part quite thoroughly drives all that to the side very abruptly.]
[He stills, straightens somewhat; almost automatically, the already-chilly air drops another couple of degrees just from the mention of the Project Head alone, though Jack's quick to reign that in quickly. And yet...]
[He gives the Doctor a long look.]
mr water kelpie bothering him huh ?
[Trapping him in it, maybe, but--Jack would be lying if he said he wasn't perking up at that mere mention alone, really. It speaks of an offer, and opportunity...a chance to do something--]
[Sitting still hasn't suited him well, and he realizes that fully now, with the wave of restless interest that sweeps up even at such a vague offer as this.]
maybe i do , yeah go on
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[unfortunately, he'd give no greater explanation at that very moment than --]
All the time. Big fan of freezers, me. Especially-- aha- deep freezers. Like this. You're very attuned to the weather, aren't you.
[half-laughing, but not out of nervousness; and of course it wasn't an actual question - obviously the weather had tied itself to Jack, or visce versa - but it did follow another quick scope of the inside of the container, keen eyes taking in lengthening crystals, breath crisp and cloudy.]
[he checked the compass almost absent-mindedly, so taken was he with the chill (it was nice, after the heat of outside). perhaps infuriatingly, his tone reflected that distraction, despite the topic.]
We need to find his weaknesses. That's what we did before, you know. Admittedly, what you see is actually what you get - he's made out of water; his "bubbles" are poppable; I'm not sure if freezing him would turn him into a deathsicle or a murder-machine-with-ice.
... Which is, really, what I'd hoped you could check...
[Doctor, your mixed signals, honestly...surely this must be important if it's involving the Project Head of all people, why are you being so--? Jack frowns some more at the Doctor's decidedly lackluster explanation as far as the cold was concerned (that's not exactly reassuring at all, it really isn't), but addressing that falls to the wayside once again in favor of what the man does have to say, concerning the more pressing topic at hand here. Absent-minded or no, Jack blinks as the words are carefully taken in.]
[There's a bit of a pause as he considers it. (Poppable bubbles...)]
like with the puddles of water
[beat--oh, right, he should clarify--]
the living ones i mean that were everywhere a couple of weeks ago ? kinda reminds me of those actually , now that you mention it
they didnt like ice that much at all let me tell you
[and there's a vindictive sort of satisfaction there, possibly notable even though text. but that aside...]
and you wanna see if its the same with the project head huh ?
im guessing im not the only one thats going to be checking
Exactly like them. The last Project Head had tar babies; this one has water sprites. The tar burned the same as the Project Head - the water will follow the same rules, I imagine.
[... in fact.]
Just as I'd thought. Stupendous. I love it when things go as I thought.
[-- not a declaration to ever be used as a rule, but there you had it. the Doctor spun on his heel; three-hundred-sixty degrees later, he stopped, beamed once more in the wrong direction, and continued with absolute excitement. whatever his earlier distraction had been, it had fully disappeared.]
You'll be one of the few - no, no, I think you're the only one - with ice, but you won't be the only one bothering the pipsqueak, no.
[A mildly amused observation, watching the Doctor as the man went about his...particularly unique reaction. (He seems to have a thing for spinning around a lot, as a peripheral edge of thought has started to notice over their handful of encounters with each other...) Sighing a bit when the Doctor then promptly beams at the wrong direction...again....Jack shifts a bit in place, idly knocks off a particularly thick protrusion of ice from the wall beside him with his staff to maybe give the Doctor a kind hint insofar as location's concerned.]
[But the excitement on his part helps, somehow--takes the serious edge off things, in a way--moves the prospect of confronting the Project Head from somewhat daunting to...well, daunting with a splash of challenging, and possibility for a small plethora of things. Hints and thoughts skipping ahead, but Jack finds himself latching firmly onto that anyway despite himself, because--]
[Because it's a goal, as he realizes slightly belatedly at last--shaking off the weight of sleep in favor of active attention more and more as he goes--it's a goal, it's a chance, and those are both things he hadn't even realized he'd been looking for. Thinking about, over the last couple of weeks.]
[Things had just been so hectic and impossible lately, but now--]
pipsqueak i like that can we call him that from now on ? it has a really nice ring to it
[Oh, but in all seriousness, though...]
im the only one with ice though , really ? i didnt think i mean , there seems to be a lot of diffrent kinds of magic around here , just seems kind of surprising
but what do the other guys have if they dont have ice ?
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Is that a euphemism for dead, because if it is I'm plenty old enough to talk about death
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waht
what no
not dead i said asleep
SELEPING theres a difrence
its
your not ansering my qestion
i wanstsu posed to
what day is it ?/.?? [wait no there aren't any weekdays on the Charon are there ugh BRAIN KICK BACK INTO GEAR COME ON--] i mean
we got bck on the ship and i
was thrteen mesages really necsary/?
1/3
[maybe he just wouldn't respond. what then.]
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PFFFT /gives the Doctor a you tried star :'|.....
[well then]
[sorry Doctor, there's a bit of delay on this end, which probably doesn't exactly help things at the moment, but--Jack just needs a second to sit back, sigh enormously, and stare at this
heavily icedcontainer ceiling for a long, long bit.]three days
[three days--]
man thats
defnitly not what id
geez tooths probly beside herself i need to
[ah wait no there's still a guy on the other end of this uh. could sheepish stares parse even through text? Jack's making an unintentional fighting effort at it, anyway]
man im sorry
i just
this weathers realy awful
is it still summer out there ?
it is isnt it
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[a good thing it could be done, really: he'd never have garnered so much from Jack otherwise. tooths? was that someone who'd arrived at Rapture-- or maybe that woman who'd gone on about teeth a number of weeks ago? come to think of it, he never had spotted her after that; strange, given they were supposed to talk -]
[- still summer -] Yes it is. Humid and hot and sunny every day and every night. [- well, alright, Jack was obviously a cold "spirit" (yes, the Doctor had grievances on using that word), it made sense, but sleeping for three days?]
[... and more importantly,]
Out there, what's that supposed to mean? Where'd you hold yourself up?
[-- finally, as the Doctor set out to actively search, his typing improved. all it meant was his thoughts had turned to matters outside the compass, though. in this case - to find Jack. find a cold spot, find the spirit; that's how it always worked, wasn't it?]
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this is stupid
i swear its like this palce doesnt even have seasons at all evrythings so out of order
[Jack's own text is also starting to shape up at last--though that's more due to the slow and steady process of waking up more than anything else.]
[he considers the Doctor's reply as he pulls himself from his sitting position against the container wall, and slowly climbs to his feet--awake he might be, but his head still feels like it's got a fair quantity of cotton in it, and that distinctive constant out-of-season ache in what feels like the very marrow of his bones is still there, as it had been for the last three weeks--long enough to almost be white noise, by now, but it's still acutely uncomfortable when he actually thinks about it again, as the topic has him doing now--]
scuse you i didnt hole myself up
[with a measure of mild indignation!!
it'd been more along the lines of 'flopping himself down in the most moderately acceptable location' tbh, butthe whole endeavor had been a sight more dignified than just holing up thanks very much!!]it needed to be someplace out of the open the sun was
bad
not that these contaner things in the holds are much better but the wetness wasnt really an issue at the time so
[.....wait. frowns--]
alright lemme guess
its already to late for me to tell you not to come down here isnt it
[action!] c:
[this, after three minutes of radio silence on the compass. if the door hadn't been locked, the Doctor would have cracked it open and stuck his head through (possibly breaking off flecks of frost on the hinges), bangs plastered to his forehead- it was warm, even Time Lords couldn't escape that-- and eyes wide as saucers while taking in the inside of the container.]
[a container that he really should've noticed before. had he been blind?]
[... no, but he had been busy. still. no excuse. the whole thing was sort of... something...]
/o/!!
[which is to say that, all things considered, finding the door suddenly fidgeting of its own volition before he's even touched it is something pretty startling to be on the receiving end of. still being in the process of shaking off Rapture's two weeks of steadily ratcheting jumpiness has Jack drawing back from the entrance several paces, staff rising defensively--but it's pretty anticlimactic, when it cracks open only to reveal the Doctor's distinctly un-threatening bang-plastered head.]
[not that the door would have been too hard to open anyway if anyone really wanted to try, he supposes--he'd only sort of lightly frozen it shut, or so the bits of hazy half-awake memories pending his complete collapse into sleep inform him--but Jack still frowns at the Doctor anyway even as he lowers his staff immediately.]
Is knocking just not a thing where you're from, or what? Geez... [Probably unheard--it would have been before, and the Doctor's eyes seem by far more preoccupied with the container's iced interior than with any sight of an inhabitant. Jack pulls his Compass out of his pocket again with a sigh, quirking his eyebrows at the Doctor's remarks and taking a glance around the area himself before he gets to typing.]
[He really hadn't been thinking at all when he'd finally settled down in here, those handful of days ago...and by now he's surprised he even had enough energy to do such a relatively thorough job of icing the whole thing. Or maybe there'd been layers added on as he slept, that wouldn't be the first time...the volume of pale frost on the walls is almost enough to actually lend a lightly bluish tint to the lighting inside the container, and the air inside is pretty crisp to say the least--especially compared to the rest of the ship outside, probably...]
color us both surprised
i dont think i was actualy aiming for a fullout freezer at the time
but sure i guess
knock yourself out
im not going to be using this too much now anyway i think
you get can the door open the rest of the way if you want
you coming in or are you staying outside ?
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[and, indeed, he's still oblivious to Jack's presence; the comment on knocking (which would have been waved off, anyway) goes unacknowledged, as well as, well. Jack, himself. the compass texts, at least, do continue to work, and the Doctor checks it with a swiftly angled wrist.]
[he stares for a moment - was that slight disappointment? - but then, eyes flashing back up, tone wheedling in the way only a nine-year-old's could be,]
... Depends. [throat clears.] Where are you going?
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[It might be for the better that the dubious look he throws the Doctor goes unseen; as he types he relaxes and paces forward again, at least, until they're standing at what would be a normal conversational distance. --Normal as you could get with one half of the conversation being held by a head stuck through a door, anyway.]
not sure
cant go much of anywhere on this ship , can we ?
kinda want to get back on the deck but that probably wont last long
just move around indoors i guess
check on people
small spaces arent really my thing
[And though he might have been solidly asleep for the majority of his stay, being cooped up in an iced container for three days is quite long enough for any self-respecting roaming spirit, as far as he's concerned. ...All that aside, though--]
we can talk just outside this contaner though , is what i meant
youre wanting to talk to me about something right ?
seeing as you left thirteen messages and all
but you might get too cold if you stay inside here dont you think ?
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[his expression smooths out fairly quickly, however, and then he's stepping fully into the room, breath puffing out in a thin cloud.]
Wouldn't get too cold, nah. You didn't cool this place off that much.
[as he stands there in an overcoat, shirt and patched trousers. you know. whatever.]
But if you've slept enough and feel like getting out and roaming, sure-- right after I ask you what I came to ask, yes, let's. The reason you had thirteen messages was because [- a sniff (he'd been concerned) -] it's a very important question, and has to do with [- quick backwards kick, hopefully shutting the container door -] bothering our lovely beneficiary, the Project Head.
Want to hear more?
[... that Jack would, the Doctor knew perfectly well. asking him felt like trapping him in it, but -- beggars couldn't be choosers, and the Time Lord had definitely become a beggar.]
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itd be too cold for most people
you stand around in freezers a lot ?
[HE DOESN'T WANT YOU CATCHING ILL OUT OF STUBBORNNESS GOOD SIR he's going to be keeping an eye on you...! And at the slightest sign of a chill gone too deep he'll--well, he'll find some way to make you step out of here, if he has to.]
[But in the meantime he'll give the Doctor the slightest benefit of the doubt instead of pursuing that further. ...If only because that second part quite thoroughly drives all that to the side very abruptly.]
[He stills, straightens somewhat; almost automatically, the already-chilly air drops another couple of degrees just from the mention of the Project Head alone, though Jack's quick to reign that in quickly. And yet...]
[He gives the Doctor a long look.]
mr water kelpie
bothering him huh ?
[Trapping him in it, maybe, but--Jack would be lying if he said he wasn't perking up at that mere mention alone, really. It speaks of an offer, and opportunity...a chance to do something--]
[Sitting still hasn't suited him well, and he realizes that fully now, with the wave of restless interest that sweeps up even at such a vague offer as this.]
maybe i do , yeah
go on
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All the time. Big fan of freezers, me. Especially-- aha- deep freezers. Like this. You're very attuned to the weather, aren't you.
[half-laughing, but not out of nervousness; and of course it wasn't an actual question - obviously the weather had tied itself to Jack, or visce versa - but it did follow another quick scope of the inside of the container, keen eyes taking in lengthening crystals, breath crisp and cloudy.]
[he checked the compass almost absent-mindedly, so taken was he with the chill (it was nice, after the heat of outside). perhaps infuriatingly, his tone reflected that distraction, despite the topic.]
We need to find his weaknesses. That's what we did before, you know. Admittedly, what you see is actually what you get - he's made out of water; his "bubbles" are poppable; I'm not sure if freezing him would turn him into a deathsicle or a murder-machine-with-ice.
... Which is, really, what I'd hoped you could check...
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[There's a bit of a pause as he considers it. (Poppable bubbles...)]
like with the puddles of water
[beat--oh, right, he should clarify--]
the living ones i mean
that were everywhere a couple of weeks ago ?
kinda reminds me of those actually , now that you mention it
they didnt like ice that much at all let me tell you
[and there's a vindictive sort of satisfaction there, possibly notable even though text. but that aside...]
and you wanna see if its the same with the project head huh ?
im guessing im not the only one thats going to be checking
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[... in fact.]
Just as I'd thought. Stupendous. I love it when things go as I thought.
[-- not a declaration to ever be used as a rule, but there you had it. the Doctor spun on his heel; three-hundred-sixty degrees later, he stopped, beamed once more in the wrong direction, and continued with absolute excitement. whatever his earlier distraction had been, it had fully disappeared.]
You'll be one of the few - no, no, I think you're the only one - with ice, but you won't be the only one bothering the pipsqueak, no.
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[A mildly amused observation, watching the Doctor as the man went about his...particularly unique reaction. (He seems to have a thing for spinning around a lot, as a peripheral edge of thought has started to notice over their handful of encounters with each other...) Sighing a bit when the Doctor then promptly beams at the wrong direction...again....Jack shifts a bit in place, idly knocks off a particularly thick protrusion of ice from the wall beside him with his staff to maybe give the Doctor a kind hint insofar as location's concerned.]
[But the excitement on his part helps, somehow--takes the serious edge off things, in a way--moves the prospect of confronting the Project Head from somewhat daunting to...well, daunting with a splash of challenging, and possibility for a small plethora of things. Hints and thoughts skipping ahead, but Jack finds himself latching firmly onto that anyway despite himself, because--]
[Because it's a goal, as he realizes slightly belatedly at last--shaking off the weight of sleep in favor of active attention more and more as he goes--it's a goal, it's a chance, and those are both things he hadn't even realized he'd been looking for. Thinking about, over the last couple of weeks.]
[Things had just been so hectic and impossible lately, but now--]
pipsqueak
i like that
can we call him that from now on ? it has a really nice ring to it
[Oh, but in all seriousness, though...]
im the only one with ice though , really ?
i didnt think
i mean , there seems to be a lot of diffrent kinds of magic around here , just seems kind of surprising
but what do the other guys have if they dont have ice ?