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['Sup, network. It's late, yes, but Jack Harkness very rarely sleeps. For that matter, he's been extremely bored and irritable lately. This has manifested in lots of trips to shooting ranges, maybe a bit too much aggressiveness doing his bouncer/bodyguard thing, but tonight? It's going to show itself in another way entirely. People who know him well should know to beware of this grin.]

You know, I think I've figured out what this port here needs. A good old-fashioned orgy might take everyone's minds off of certain, uh, things. --Alright, I realize quite a few of you may be a little more -- 21st-century in your views on this sort of thing, but it's really worth it. Take it from a guy who knows.

[That smile of his is just getting wider, and he certainly does sound like he's telling the absolute truth, doesn't he? If there's one thing Jack is very good at, it is obfuscating the truth.]

I mean, back at home we used to have 'em every Tuesday. Tuesday night orgies at Torchwood. It's a damn fun way to relieve stress. Trust me on that.

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[Hello, Siren's Port! Have a Jack Harkness showing up on your NV. He is currently sprawled on the couch in the apartment he's been sharing with Rose and the Tenth Doctor.]

Right. Been here a few months now, figure it's a good time to find a proper job. I've already gathered that no job I have here will be anything like mine at home, but I'll take what I can get. So. [Cue the charming smile.]

Served in the RAF, good with a gun, excellent people skills. What've you got for me, Siren's Port?

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[There’s a hand covering the screen as the feed clicks on, as well as the sound of muffled voices echoing in, but after a moment and some scrabbling about, the NV is adjusted, still partially in shadow, but the bottom half of a face is in view, the voice coming through hushed and just a wee bit too close. As if he’s trying and failing to tell the Network a little secret.]

’Lo, Port! Just got this today! [He holds up a pad of paper, the top one of which holds a little card in a slot... unless you just-so-happen to have any sort of psychic resistance in place. Then all you’ll see is a blank piece of paper, or maybe an ID with a few silly categories added on. All up to the mind, really.] Ha! Bona fide Siren’s Port citizen!

Rrrrright then! With that out of the way, ID test numero uno coming right on up! Stay tuned, enjoy the show, and all that!

[With that said, the camera is getting tucked into the breast pocket of his jacket, just barely peeking over the fabric, letting the Network see what’s happening in front of him as well as one of his special guests in today’s scientific endeavor!

So with a quick-] Allons-Y! [He’s hooking one arm with the Captain and dragging him towards those big, bar doors.]

[Jack will be cheerfully following along then, giving a grin to the Doctor as he does.]

This is almost like old times. What’s the plan, again?

Whoever said there was a plan, hm? [He bumps the door open with a hip as he swings Jack in by the arm, following behind him with a bounce to his step, grinning at the rather burly gentleman waiting nearby, checking IDs]

‘Allo! I’m - ah... [p a u s e] Tim! [He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a pad of what appears to be paper, holding it out for the bouncer to see.] There we are~!

Of course there’s no plan, there never is. [That is half-muttered, but he gives the burly (and good-looking) gentleman his most winning smile and pulls out his own pad of paper, suspiciously similar to the Doctor’s.]

And I’m James. Evening, handsome. [--Yeah, he didn’t need to pause. Someone’s very accomplished at fake identities, what can we say.]

[The gentleman looks at each paper carefully, evaluating what’s printed on the identifications being shown, and for a moment, it looks as if they’re going to get by without an ounce of trouble, but at the last possible moment...]

I’m gonna need to see some other form of Identification, guys.

[To which the Doctor sputters so indignantly!] I think you’ll find these completely cover anything you might need. [But uh, snapping his shut and tucking it back into his pocket... might not be the smartest move.]

[Uh, no. Not the smartest move he could do. All it earns him is a rather stern sort of glare from the bouncer, and five minutes later? Both Tim and James are getting tossed out, rolling ass over teakettle from the force of the throw, a rather peeved looking blonde ‘escorted’ out right behind them.

Why did she get kicked out? She’d already been there! Just cause she knew them... Guh.]

You two owe me a drink. [Grumble.]

[ooc: brown is Ten, blue is Jack, and purple is Rose!]

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[The person on the other end of the NV is obviously familiar with this kind of technology. After a few seconds, a small holographic Jack appears, looking rather irritated and pacing.]

Right. This is the second or third time in a year I’ve been unexpectedly whisked somewhere I really don’t have the time to be. Anyone want to tell me how to get back to Cardiff? I have a feeling if I don’t get back soon enough, my team will probably kill me. [A pause, then a reflective smile.] They might anyway, actually.

So. Whoever’s in charge around here? I’m Jack Harkness, and I’m going to find you and get home, any way I have to.