06- An uncommon sight

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack appears on the Plane, currently seated at his desk. He lacks his usual greatcoat, which is hung up back at his office. His desk is a mess, cluttered with papers and the odd piece of junk. He seems to be currently focused on a particular stack of documents in front of him, pen poised in his hand, unmoving. Jack seems to be willing the papers to disappear, or simply burn out of existence; either one would work for him.

He's been like this for about twenty minutes now, and anyone taking a closer look would see the extends of his work; a detailed doodle at the top of the page of the SUV, complete with mud splatters and the Torchwood logo]

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[cybercentric.livejournal.com]

...What're you drawing?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

It's the car I drive.

[cybercentric.livejournal.com]

[staaaaaaaares]


What, you like vintage or something?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Not happy about this... even though technically it isn't him who's going to have to sort it out.] I really hope that isn't a document we have to send off to anyone.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[It occurs to Jack he should actually see what the document is] No one important, just the council.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Makes a clear spot on the desk and sits on it in front of him] I didn't know you could draw.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Grins up at Rose] I make a habit of practicing every time I'm forced to do paperwork.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Leaning over the desk and giving the doodle a curious look.] What in the Ladymoon's sweet sky is that supposed to be?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

It's called a car. More specifically, an SUV.

[contract_star]

...You have to work through this mountain by yourself?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

I'm a little behind on my paperwork. ['a little' meaning about a decade, but Hie doesn't need to know this]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[She jumps onto the desk and goes after his pen, reveling in her newly-rediscovered ability to speak.]

He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to be; One against whom there was no official complaint; And all the reports on his conduct agree; That, in the modern sense of an old-fashioned word, he was a saint!

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[More than happy to let her bat away the pen] Saint enough to get out of paperwork?

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

[looking over the mess] Looks like you could use a temp in here, mate.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Why, you offering?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[peeks over Jack's shoulder] Nice logo. Did you design it?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Helped design it, actually. Council won't let me put it on the side of the SUV though, says it defeats the purpose of the secret part of 'secret organization'

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Crosses arms and looks over the drawing] Detailed.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Oh hey, new person. Jack smiles up at her] What can I say? I'm a man of details.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Aren't secret organisations not supposed to put their logos on their cars?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Tenses, frowning up at him; the Master does not a happy Jack make] If they don't know what it means, what does it matter?

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[the Brig raises a brow, moderately amused] Actually doing paperwork, Harkness?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Don't get used to the sight, Brigadier. I'm being forced to.

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

Hard at work, I see.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Or trying to be.