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ataraxionlogs2014-08-17 07:46 pm
51stcentury) wrote in ataraxionlogs2014-08-17 07:46 pm
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Chippin' around, kick my brains 'round the floor
CHARACTERS: Jack Harkness & Ianto Jones
LOCATION: 001-007
WARNINGS: Jack Harkness? Will update if necessary. Baseline rating of PG-13.
SUMMARY: Jack Harkness has not had to deal with feeling under the weather in over...well. More than a few centuries, to say the least. He may or may not be coping all that well.
NOTES: A log for the August subplot!
It had started at first with a minor headache. Which should have been the first sign, really, because Jack didn't really get headaches unless they were caused by something externally, and he had definitely not done anything to himself that might trigger this. But it wasn't so uncommon an occurrence that he didn't figure he just needed to eat, drink, and sleep a little more than usual. The next day, when the headache had remained, a small pressure just there, right behind his eyes, he still refused to give it any mind. He's Jack Harkness. He's been shot, blown up, stabbed, killed, and maimed in any number of ways, a little headache shouldn't be all that much to bear. Right?
This morning, when Ianto had mentioned feeling under the weather and that he may be coming down with a cold himself, Jack still hadn't put the pieces together. Jack Harkness didn't catch colds. Certainly not the sort that Ianto was mentioning. With his head aching and his body starting to throw itself into the mix, feeling tired and woozy, Jack figured that he probably was just overworking himself, and that he really needed to remember to drink more water throughout the day. Maybe lay off of the coffee for a while, as much as he hated to admit it. Never once did a cold cross his mind. As the work day progressed, however, and his head had gotten progressively worse, he started to think that maybe something was up. No amount of water had been cutting it, and never mind the pounding in his head, it had been getting hard to focus on his work. Excusing himself early, he wanted nothing more than to just go back to their room and sleep it off.
Which is exactly what he's trying to do, right around the time he should be meeting up with Ianto for dinner. He's not even managing that very well either, though. God, what did he do to himself? Did he take something he shouldn't have? Is it a slow acting poison? He can't remember coming into contact with anything across the number of assignments he carried out that could have this sort of reaction, but the last few days have honestly come to start to blur together...
LOCATION: 001-007
WARNINGS: Jack Harkness? Will update if necessary. Baseline rating of PG-13.
SUMMARY: Jack Harkness has not had to deal with feeling under the weather in over...well. More than a few centuries, to say the least. He may or may not be coping all that well.
NOTES: A log for the August subplot!
It had started at first with a minor headache. Which should have been the first sign, really, because Jack didn't really get headaches unless they were caused by something externally, and he had definitely not done anything to himself that might trigger this. But it wasn't so uncommon an occurrence that he didn't figure he just needed to eat, drink, and sleep a little more than usual. The next day, when the headache had remained, a small pressure just there, right behind his eyes, he still refused to give it any mind. He's Jack Harkness. He's been shot, blown up, stabbed, killed, and maimed in any number of ways, a little headache shouldn't be all that much to bear. Right?
This morning, when Ianto had mentioned feeling under the weather and that he may be coming down with a cold himself, Jack still hadn't put the pieces together. Jack Harkness didn't catch colds. Certainly not the sort that Ianto was mentioning. With his head aching and his body starting to throw itself into the mix, feeling tired and woozy, Jack figured that he probably was just overworking himself, and that he really needed to remember to drink more water throughout the day. Maybe lay off of the coffee for a while, as much as he hated to admit it. Never once did a cold cross his mind. As the work day progressed, however, and his head had gotten progressively worse, he started to think that maybe something was up. No amount of water had been cutting it, and never mind the pounding in his head, it had been getting hard to focus on his work. Excusing himself early, he wanted nothing more than to just go back to their room and sleep it off.
Which is exactly what he's trying to do, right around the time he should be meeting up with Ianto for dinner. He's not even managing that very well either, though. God, what did he do to himself? Did he take something he shouldn't have? Is it a slow acting poison? He can't remember coming into contact with anything across the number of assignments he carried out that could have this sort of reaction, but the last few days have honestly come to start to blur together...