eelseason | [BTR] Locked to Phoebe Donovan and Martha Jones

Do I wanna know?

...so, there's a program on my wrist device that uses trace imprints from universal constants to determine whether two peoples' universes of origin match. So far, no one I've met has come through from mine.

Okay, I actually think I understood that.

Um, how does that fit into you wanting to strangle the team?

One of them doesn't seem to understand that our histories are different – or possibly just that I have history here – and one of them understands a little too well and is treating the subject with his trademark tact and consideration.

I figure that strangling them both myself would at least cut out the unpleasant period of waiting for them to strangle each other.

You mean the whole, Ianto is in love with you, or the you from his world, and Owen is always a prat and they can't stand each other? I'm curious, were they any different in your world?

...I should probably tell you strangling is a bad idea, huh?

{{OOC: Fffft Phoebe can probably feel the brief keyboardmash in Jack's head when he gets that message. He likes to pretend that if he doesn't acknowledge himself falling in love with people/anyone falling in love with him, love will unwrite itself, and he'll be exempt from having to deal with its ramifications.}}

Not that much different, no.

Of course, in my world, we all had the same timeline to look back on, and I hadn't gone insane and tortured anyone involved.

{{OOC: FWAH, Jack. :c Also, I'm assuming this whole convo is locked just between them and has been from the start. :x /retroactive powers are a go}}

Whoa, there. I didn't mean to send a bowling ball to your stomach.

...Are the feelings like, not one-sided?

{{OOC: GO GO GADGET RETCON.}}

{{OOC: ...GO GO GADGET AWKWARD CONVERSATION JACK DOESN'T WANT TO HAVE.}}

{{OOC: There's a noticeable lag before Jack responds to this, punctuated by an almost-pointed rounding up and burial of anything Jack might be feeling enough to transmit over the guardian-ward bond. And then he spends, like, twenty minutes wondering if maybe he'd be able to pretend the entire conversation didn't happen if he just doesn't write a response.}}

Anyway, I'm kinda worried that they're going to manage to kill each other sooner or later, here.

{{OOC: Phoebe will do some emotional keyboard smashing of her own. SHE IS NOT USED TO FEELING THE GUARDIAN-WARD BOND. IT FREAKS HER OUT WHEN SHE DOES.}}

JACK.

You know, so either I have to convince Owen not too be resentful and bitter, or teach Ianto how not to let Owen bait him.

YOU ARE IMPOSSIBLE, JACK HARKNESS. IMPOSSIBLE.

You'll have better luck with Ianto.

Or I could strangle them both. Which was my first thought.

Or I could strangle you ALL and solve this problem.

Nah. Strangling me just means you have to do it again in forty seconds.

Anyway, Mac was pretty sure that if you beat on your ward enough, you lost your wings.

I'M PRETTY TIRELESS.

How much is enough?

For some reason, we never tried to find out.

NOW YOU LISTEN HERE, JACK HARKNESS. YOU DON'T INTIMIDATE ME WITH YOUR BIG WORDS OR YOUR TOTAL LACK OF ATTENTION AND YOUR WEIRD WAYS OF HANDLING EMOTIONS OR YOUR FANTABULOUSLY EMO TRENCHCOAT.

But ignoring feelings doesn't make them go away, and pretending they don't exist doesn't mean they're not real, and that's why you bottle so much up inside YOU START TO AVOID HUMANITY AND FORGET WHAT IT IS LIKE TO BE A PART OF IT.

Capische?

Edited 2010-10-22 01:00 (UTC)

This is a greatcoat from the British Royal Air Force from World War Two, if you must know. It has a proud history. I lost good friends in WWII.

You think I'd slip right back into the flow of humanity if I just learned to open up a little?

~~You're not the only one that's lost--~~ Leave the coat alone. Gotcha.

Not slip right back. Nothing's that easy. But I don't think it would hurt. And maybe actually talking about the big pink elephant in the room makes the big pink elephant in the room go away without anybody having to be strangled.

{{OOC: After... a while...}}

How do they teach you, in angelic communities, to go on knowing that most of the world has no idea what you are, probably wouldn't believe you if they knew, and probably wouldn't understand even if they believed? Have you actually worked out how to go through generation on generation of humans getting old and dying while you watch them, having to introduce and explain yourself to a new crop of them every few years, and never starting to wonder what the point of it is? Or do angel communities just close off, after a while, look at interacting with supernaturals as quaint and the mundane as pointless? Because it seems like from what I hear, the only angels who don't have a cultivated tradition of aloofness are the guardian angels, and no one expects you to live that long.

I can't speak for anybody else but I go on because even if they wouldn't believe or understand what I am, humans are beautiful. Even at their most terrible, that's still humanity. I don't remember what it's like to be all human. You'd think I would. Wasn't that long ago I changed but I don't remember, so I can't imagine what it's like for you after living so long and what you've been through but I want you to remember. Even with the bad stuff, there's also good stuff and I want that for you.

No, I don't think it's been worked out. Some Firsts lose their compassion and don't remember what it's like to have a nature that's close to human. They prefer it that way. It serves them well as leaders, or so they think. But look at Romana.

I don't know how long I'll live. I'd say that's up to you but that's not fair. No one's taught me to be a certain way. What I've lived and what I've lost or done doesn't force me to be that way. I'm just like this even if I'd rather be different sometimes. I'd rather not care as much. I'd rather just accept some things are the way they are and people don't want to be protected by me or anyone. I'd rather not butt in since it's not what you want but I can't shut it off. Most of the time I don't want to because even if I'm wrong, it can't hurt to have someone trying.

Yeah.

I still remember what it was like. And every few months or years I get another reminder that things aren't like that, any more.

The angelic aloofness isn't all arrogance. ~~Sure, looking at someone like Romana, you might think~~

Some of it's necessary. ~~Otherwise, you're~~

There's good stuff, yeah. But you can't weigh everything on it because it's too transient. When everything is transient except you, if you can't live without those things at the end of the day, you can't live.

Sometimes avoidance just means refusal to engage. Not denial, not fear, just... survival.

Okay. That all makes sense and that all sounds smart. It doesn't last forever, true.

But shouldn't life be about more than survival?

Yeah, it should. Of course, life without survival doesn't last long. And life without survival or death is

{{OOC: There's about a two minute lag before the next word shows up.}}

torture, I suppose.

Yeah. I guess for me, life without the good stuff would also be torture.

{{OOC: ;~;}}

Can we find a comfy middle? We do have time.

Yeah. Plenty of that, at least.

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