Cuddlr

[just_saying_hello]

Captain Jack Harkness (2200+) Former Time Agent. 51st Century Man. Dashing. Irresistible. But why don't you tell me about yourself?

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[thetactleneck]

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[2200+? Really? He doesn't look a day over 35.]

[just_saying_hello]

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[What can he say, he moisturizes!]

[thetactleneck]

The age is a joke, right?

[just_saying_hello]

No. No joke. I mean... I was buried alive for most of that, but it still counts.

[thetactleneck]

That's pretty impressive. Wait. Buried alive?

I need details.


Now.

[just_saying_hello]

Just like it says on the tin. Buried alive in 27 AD underneath Cardiff and rescued in 1901. I have this thing were I can't be killed, by any means. At least no means I've run across so far. Someone wanted me to suffer, let's leave it at that.

[thetactleneck]

That definitely sounds awful. At least you're not buried now? And you look pretty good for an old guy.

[just_saying_hello]

Yes, I have to be grateful for the good things in life. I still have my looks and I'm above ground texting another good looking man. It could be worse.

[causational]

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Oh wow. 51st Century? Really?

[just_saying_hello]

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Really, really.

[causational]

And you're actually older than 2200 years, but you look like that?

It's insane how different the worlds can be.

[A few seconds later, in a second text.]

I meant 'look like that' in a good way! :)

[just_saying_hello]

I should hope so! You gave me a check, after all! I do have the spare gray hair... which is a little concerning, but after that long I'd say I'm doing okay.

But my aging isn't exactly common where I'm from. I'm one of a kind, actually.

[causational]

You never know. I might've just been angling to ask a bunch of annoying questions. ;)

You know, a few grey hairs isn't a really big deal.

Slower than usual?

[just_saying_hello]

Perhaps. But I actually think it's both. ;)

I do age slower than normal people. As far as I can tell. I also can't die, at least no one's found a way to do it yet.

[causational]

Oh no, I guess they are annoying. :(

Well, there goes my attempt to flirt.

[mindmeld]

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[ Dashing? Irresistible? He already knows individuals who claim those adjectives and does not need to know others. ]

[just_saying_hello]

Ouch! Well, hey, just because you don't like me doesn't mean I won't give you my honest assessment of you. I think you're quite handsome, for the record.

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[mindmeld]

Your compliment is unnecessary but appreciated.

And I do not profess to dislike you. It is simply an assessment of our potential compatibility.

[just_saying_hello]

Are you here specifically in search of compatibility? I would think you should just be looking for those you find attractive. You don't have to 'cuddle' only with someone who has the potential to be your lifelong companion, do you?

[mindmeld]

One does not need to cuddle with individuals who would be lifelong companions, but I have found that compatibility in some areas, besides strictly physical, does provide some benefit.

[just_saying_hello]

I suppose. But I would point out that you've never met me. Maybe I'd surprise you.

[mindmeld]

You are welcome to try and surprise me, in such a case.

[mmiab]

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[ every now and then you've got to throw a bone in the direction of an old friend. ... speaking of old. ]

2200+! It really has been a while

[just_saying_hello]

[!!!!]

[Give him a second. He needs to bask in this!]

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And still looking good! I was buried alive for most of that. But that is my technical age.

[mmiab]

Buried alive

[ for most of 2200 years. Jack, you can't just - say that like it's nothing ]

[just_saying_hello]

Yeah.

[It's easier to be flippant about it than actually think about it too long, Doctor. He'd already had far too long to think about it. As he woke up only to die again when there was no oxygen for him to breathe. Over and over again, the moments of thought before the terror came and the overwhelming nothingness. How he was still sane was something of a mystery. Perhaps he wasn't.]

WHOOPS action I'm sorry it was an accident

[mmiab]

[ ... most of the time, he's all in favour of letting the bone deep hurts stay exactly there. there's no use in talking things over sometimes, he of all people knows that: some things are done and can't be undone, that is what it is. even forgotten they sit extraordinarily heavy. remembered? it's best not to bring them up.

this isn't any different. it's not that Jack should talk, he won't force that on him. but it's vast, it sits in a friend, and it's the sort of thing that shouldn't ever have happened. he can't just type another message and gloss over it like it never did.

there's radio silence from the cuddlr messenger. might recognise that sound though, the rolling wheeze of an old ship defying linear space and time as she materialises nearby. ]

[action, it's ok! But oof, this is going to be heavy XD ]

[just_saying_hello]

[Jack heard the sound and knew precisely what it meant. His eyes closed. Normally he'd be glad for the Doctor's presence, but why couldn't he have left this conversation over messenger and let Jack have his flippancy. Let him pretend. Sighing, he took a moment to collect himself before turning to have a look to where he knew the TARDIS was. His expression was fairly steeled, but there was no hiding the pain in his eyes and certainly not from the Doctor of all people.]

[action, ouuuuchhh]

[mmiab]

[ the TARDIS comes fully into view and it's not long before the door's swinging open, the Doctor stepping out to stand silently in the entryway. there's not a word from him, just a look Jack's way - a tilt of his head, inward. come on. come inside. ]

[just_saying_hello]

[Jack didn't quite meet his eyes as he moved closer and stepped inside the TARDIS. He took a moment to look around, using it mostly as a distraction from the reason the Doctor had come in the first place. He silently noted the differences between the interior and the TARDIS he was used to. It was just as different as this Doctor was to the last two he'd known.

His hand ran along the console at the center of the room, absently touching it as he circled around it.]

[mmiab]

[ for a while, he watches. just watches his old friend wander around, taking stock of an unfamiliar, familiar place. it's the least he can do, knowing how much he himself would hate this, being called in to dwell on something he'd much rather pretend he'd left behind and never speak of again. never drag himself back to again.

but he's not here to force Jack to talk.

eventually, when Jack's made a full circle of the console, he'll find the Doctor standing waiting for him. by his sides his arms are outstretched, palms raise upwards, open and waiting. eyebrows raised, the slightest trace of a sad smile waiting at the corners of his mouth.

in his years and years and too many years, for all his wisdom and all the words he'll spin to calm armies and conjure magical worlds for frightened children, sometimes this really is the best thing he's had to offer. the only thing that's been alright. holding someone isn't only there for when you're already happy - especially not when there's nothing you could possibly say. ]