[MISC] I am sitting in the morning in the diner on the corner…

[eelseason]

{{OOC: Aimed toward beyondrose, but if you really want to drop in on Jack... well, he's here. Post- Repair!canon, but, you know.}}

There is, was, or will be a small coffee house in Cardiff called the Hazelnut. It is, was, or will be run by and old (in some temporal instances literally) friend of Jack's, and is, was, or will be the first place he thinks of when he needs to feel like normalcy is still possible in the world at large.

That's the thing about nudging yourself into a crook of the timestream. All of your temporal prepositions get a bit... muddled.

This is not the Hazelnut. This is a pretty good sensory replica, minus the people, of course – no matter what solipsists get down to, the fact is that crude anticipatory echoes really can't compare to the real thing. So he's sitting at a table, drinking a cup of coffee no one technically brought him, and just... enjoying the silence.

This particular Hazelnut isn't connected to any particular temporal or geographic location, so it's not beyond the realm of possibility that someone might wander in. Just... rather unlikely.

But Jack's okay with that.

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[beyondrose.livejournal.com]

Rose needs caffeine. She is beyond the point of tea. So when she somehow (now, don't ask her how because she's really not sure) wanders into the Hazelnut she heaves a sigh of relief.

Her relief almost instantly becomes concern when she encounters a man who looks like Jack, or might actually be Jack. Her concern, of course, is for her sanity.

"Bloody hell, I've lost it. I'm a nutter."

After a moment or two of reflection on this new fact, she shrugs and accepts it. After all, not like she can do anything about it.

With a very cheerful 'hullo!'Rose slides into the seat across from Jack, grinning.

"Either I've lost my mind, you look an awful lot like my friend, or you are Jack. Either way, might as well share my time with good company."

[eelseason]

...that, Jack was not expecting.

That's the thing about being a Sifr paradigm. PHENOMENAL COSMIC POWERS... absolutely nothing practical to do with them. Unless you're the type to torch the underpinnings of universal reality, whole-cloth, which Jack is decidedly not. You'd think that if one could tuck a collection of physical concepts into the cracks of reality, one could have some sixth sense about people wandering into it. Jack just gets coffee.

"...is that Rose Tyler?" he asks, breaking into a grin. No, not who he was expecting at all, but he really can't find it in himself to complain as he leans across the table. "What are you doing here?"

[beyondrose.livejournal.com]

Rose's smile grows even brighter, doing that strange happy-glowy-goldenRose thing she does from time to time.

"So it is Jack! Oh thank God, I'd thought I'd lost my mind completely." Leaning across the table to grab Jack's hang, her face lit up like a Christmas tree, "I just wanted some sort of mocha caffeinated monstrosity. I'm so beyond the point of tea, you know? But what about you? What're you doing here?"

Actually, now that she's mentioned that monstrosity of a drink, she starts looking around, contemplating some sort of food thing on top of the drink.

[eelseason]

It must be thousand-watt grin time, because here's Jack breaking into his. Hey, it's not every day you've got old friends dropping out of their timelines to see you.

"I'm..." He glances down. He did think about brining a book, but then decided he wouldn't read it anyway. He looks back up to her, quirking his head. "I'm not doing anything. Snatching some quiet time. And if you want some sort of coffee monstrosity..." He glances toward the empty counter, the empty preparation area. "Well. No one's here. I take that as leave to help ourselves."

[beyondrose.livejournal.com]

Rose rolls her eyes and slaps her hands on the table, making a show of rolling up her sleeves.

"Right then, well let's go see what I can whip up, and I hope it's drinkable."

Popping out of her seat, she strolls towards the counter, calling over her shoulder, "D'ya need anything else while I'm up and about Jack? Might as well take care of it all in one fell swoop, yeah?"

Rather than walking around the counter, she just kind of climbs over the top and slides her way around looking for various things. Who knows if she actually knows what she's doing, but she's going at it with a will.

[eelseason]

Jack quirks his eyebrows, sliding out of his own seat and hopping to his feet. "Hey, now," he mock-chides. "What makes you think I'm going to let you have all the fun? Let's see what we've got here."

He slides around the counter, poking into drawers and cabinets and the fridge. Where he finds a large squeezebottle of caramel sauce.

"...okay, I think we have a winner right here."

He plonks it down onto the table, following it up with a can of spray whipped cream.

"So what have you been up to, lovely Ms. Tyler?" he asks. "It's been ages since I saw you last."

Literally.

[beyondrose.livejournal.com]

Rose raises an eyebrow at the giant bottle of sweetstuff. "Mmm."

She's currently heating things up, mixing things, finding cold things, and just all around being...bustling.

"Not a whole lot. Working at Torchwood, takin' care of kids most of the day. The ones who can't be re-assimilated into society because of alien encounters, or things like that. So I spend the day with them, working with them, things like that. It's fun a lot of the time, but really hard work. Breaks your heart some days, but it warms it too."

Peeking at him coyly from the corner of her eye, "What about you? It's been forever since I've seen you."

[eelseason]

"I'm a bit downtimestream from you," Jack says, flipping open part of the espresso machine which may or may not be meant to be flipped open. "Integrating alien presence into society is... not so much a problem, now. Actually – you'll never believe this."

He locates the coffeebeans – at last, at last! – and starts reading through the description, finally settling on one that's supposed to have vanilla, chocolatey, cinnamony and oaky notes. Now, to find a grinder.

"I'm an ambassador." He looks back her way, leaning against the counter for a moment. "Someone actually thought it'd be a good idea to trust me with making good impressions on alien dignitaries. Somewhere, I swear, the Doctor is having double heart attacks."