operation: oh, yeah, it totally happened

[fixedpointintime]

WHO: Jack Harkness, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, and open options coming
WHAT: the three watch news of the riot be suppressed, and do something about it
WHEN: daycycle 127 & 128
WHERE: the clubhouse, the Teela show, other places

Jack watches, waits, expecting to see something about the riot. Nothing comes. So he continues to wait. He asks around, vague enough to keep himself off the radar. He hopes. No one is talking about it. Not really. He waits through two days of nothing, and then he reaches out. To Clint and Natasha. Which... all right, they could blow him off, they have no reason not to. They don't, though. They meet with him, listen to his idea, and are actually game. Which is one of the best silver linings Jack's had in a while.

They work out a rough plan, take the next day to perfect it, and then it's go time. Ready or not, they need to move. Every day that passes, the riot gets closer to being something no one will care about, the violence against them gets closer to being something no one will care about.

It's a pretty solid plan, he thinks. Well, it's the best they can come up with, and it might actually work.

OPEN OPTION

On Daycycle 128, Jack is to the hospital after he collapses during the interview with Clint and Natasha. When his doctors insist on knowing what's happened to him, he will begrudgingly admit that the injuries he sustained during the riot turned out to be more than he could handle and he was too embarrassed to seek treatment. His doctors patch him up, and he's sure that some version of his story is being relayed to Friend Computer. He just hopes he's thought of every angle, that it holds water, and that he'll be able to keep CLint and Natasha from getting into trouble if it doesn't.

From about 1400 on, he's given a positive prognosis and cleared to be able to receive visitors. Given that most of the Specials have no idea that he did this all to himself, he's prepared to field some concerned friends and already thinking of ways to assure them that he's all right. Morgana in particular. Part of him wishes he could have told her, but a much larger part knows she's safer not knowing. He still hates to do it to her. She deserves a better friend than him. Clint and Natasha may stop by. It was supposed to be a surprise to them, too, after all.

[[OOC: If you have any questions about what went down, as it's still being written out, feel free to ask them here and I will get right on that. Also, if your character would come to visit Jack, please let me know what time they would get there so I can figure out the timeline. Thanks!]]

Comments

[lefey]

'Oh, I thought it was because you let me get away with just about anything,' short of stabbing her dance partners, at least. Even if they might have deserved it. 'But if wearing you out and getting you high helps I'll have to keep that in mind.' she was just teasing, she strongly doubted there was too much she couldn't ask for Jack's help in if she needed it. He never did seem to bore of her endless stream of questions, though sometimes he skirted around them.

[fixedpointintime]

"That's part of it, yes." He's petting her hair now, not just for her, but for himself. It's soothing. It's nice to know that someone who knows him cares. "Did I at least look dashing, before I collapsed?" Jack knows he probably painted a pretty sorry picture, but he wants her to smile. He wants her to think he's bounced back from something unexpected, and is just fine. At least until he can get her alone and tell her the truth.

[lefey]

'Dashing... dashed against the wall. Not too much difference, I suppose.' if she hadn't been at work she would've come so much sooner just to make sure he was okay, even before he collapsed she had been worried just from seeing him. Maybe he tricked the citizens he didn't know with the makeup until he collapsed, but she was hardly a stranger at this point.

It would be a lie to say she wasn't comforted by the way he stroked her hair, carefully nestling closer as he did, her eyes half closed. He was okay. Morgana just had to keep telling herself that he was okay.

She could always slap him for being a fool later.

[fixedpointintime]

He was absolutely fine. More or less. Maybe less. He would be fine, though, and as Morgana nestled in close, it wasn't difficult to shift and pull her into the bed with him entirely. This was common place enough now, for them. Platonic and stemming from nothing more than a need for comfort, but he tucked her in against his side, continuing to pet her hair, and hit the button on his bedside remote to dim the lights. "You still haven't been sleeping well, have you?"

[lefey]

'Does it count as sleeping?' they were gassed every night, after all. She shrugged. 'I don't think it's that, just a lot more work I don't entirely understand since they moved me to a different sector in the department. Saw a banana that might impress even you earlier.' Morgana said, hiding a smile against his shirt.

[fixedpointintime]

"Oh, absolutely. Especially if you're not doing it well." He hugs her to his side, kissing the top of her head. "Banana, huh? You didn't bring it? Too heavy to carry? You could have found a bot to help you. I'd have liked to see that."

[lefey]

'Somehow I think they'd notice a giant banana in my jumpsuit,' she can't help but laugh a little at the idea, though. 'Or a little robot following me around with one.'

'I'm sure you'd have enjoyed the big banana, though.'