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Once upon a time the gods needed someone for a mission to hell. Specifically, they needed someone who could get around hell's rules. No man could go there and return, no woman could go there and return. The gods needed someone who had a little bit of both sexes, someone who'd lie down with a man or with a woman. Somebody who could pick hell's locks and slip in and out.

And that's who they sent. A man with a pretty face. To seduce the empress of hell, and then to trick her.

His mission was a success. He didn't get away with it, though.

She cursed him.

She cursed him forever.

Date: 2007-02-16 06:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*tiptoeing quietly around the hub, looking for something*

*doesn't see you there*

*then suddenly does*

*jumps about a foot in the air*

um...i was just...i know i'm not supposed to'll going now.

i hope.

*starts towards the stairs, then looks back* your legs hurt? you know...not moving them and stuff? cause bellino might have some plants for that. she's good with that kind of stuff.

Date: 2007-02-16 07:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
my pocket spectral analyser. i put it down on a table when i was here to see jimmy and when i came back for it everyone was fighting the tomato and now it's not on the table where i left it.

*watches you wheel about, fascinated*

can you go pretty fast in that thing?

Date: 2007-02-16 07:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
oh. okay. if you see it could you give it to grandpa ianto to give back to me? only i don't have too many things left know. there. from gallifrey.

and please don't tell him i was here cause he kind of made me promise not to and he stuck a big sign on gran's door and everything.

*eyes your chair and looks around the hub*

yeah, i guess not. *brightens* i've got an old gravity board in my tardis tho. we should have a race sometime.

Date: 2007-02-16 07:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
you're on.

*glances over the wheelchair's mechanics*

you know, i've got some spare stuff in my tardis that could probably make it hover, if you like. that takes a while to get used to as well but it's really fun. gran - my adopted gran, i mean, not miss gate - used to let me ride in her hover-chair when she wasn't using it. if you get really good you can take corners pretty fast without even falling out.

*hears a weevil snarling down in the cells and looks around nervously*

um. anyway. i probably better be getting back. let me know about the hover stuff, yeah? and let me know when you want to race.

Date: 2007-02-16 09:44 am (UTC)
deadsuzie: (longing)
From: [personal profile] deadsuzie
*waits till Pfred leaves*

Um, Jack.

I wanted to get your permission for something.

*twists her hands*

I wanted to research the families of the people I and Max killed. See how I messed up their lives and if there was anything I could do for them. Anonymously, maybe.


...and I also wanted to know...

...if there was anything I could do for you.

Date: 2007-02-16 02:25 pm (UTC)
deadsuzie: (tender)
From: [personal profile] deadsuzie
I will. I could use her help anyway.

*thinks about it* You know, that's not a bad idea. It'd be dangerous, and definitely not its intended use, but if you trusted me to do it, I might be able to. I think I saw where Faith went wrong.

But after that, we'd have to destroy it. I don't want history to repeat itself.

Date: 2007-02-17 08:16 pm (UTC)
deadsuzie: (tender)
From: [personal profile] deadsuzie
*faint smile* I'd imagine it'd be harder for you than most. You've been moping round here like Sheridan Whiteside.

*kneels in front of you and leans in to you, hands on your knees*

I'll do whatever it takes, Jack, I swear. I'd do anything for you.

Just give me a bit of time to prepare my head. I want to make sure I get this right, and that means being stronger than the glove.

Date: 2007-02-18 04:11 pm (UTC)
deadsuzie: (tender)
From: [personal profile] deadsuzie
I know what you miss, Jack. I know you.

And I meant what I said.

*kisses you on the cheek*

*gets up*

I'll be back in a bit.

Date: 2007-02-16 10:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

*goes back to grandad's and digs for the hover-stuff in my tardis*

Date: 2007-02-17 03:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Is that a metaphor?

Date: 2007-02-17 12:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

Do you want a drink?

Hanging to the left these days.

Date: 2007-02-17 12:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*produces vodka bottle from mysteriously capacious pockets*

I'm looking for my wife. I thought I'd try Wales again since so much seems to happen there.

Date: 2007-02-17 02:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

*pours you a drink*

I need to find her and beg her to come back.

Date: 2007-02-18 12:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
She vanished. I can only assume she took offence at something I did.

Why are people so confusing, Jack?

Date: 2007-02-19 09:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*pats your knee* I'm sure you'll be up and about in no time.

Date: 2007-02-19 04:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I'm trying to be cheerfully optimistic.

Date: 2007-02-19 06:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Of course not! I'm celibate these days.

Date: 2007-02-19 06:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

Jack! What's happened to you?!

Date: 2007-02-19 08:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I've met God. Lovely woman. Bit of a slapper, but I suppose that's only to be expected. Makes a nice cup of tea.

Date: 2007-02-20 09:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

Well, just the once.


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