08- Insanity isn't all it's cracked up to be

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack appears on the Plane, sitting with his knees against his chest and his arms wrapped around his legs, in the same clothes Ianto gave him earlier, though by now they're as much of a mess as he is. Jack hasn't slept in days, and if his insomnia didn't show before, it definitely does now. His eyes seem unfocused, though they keep moving across the Plane, first smoothly in one direction, then abruptly in the opposite direction. At first it looks like his whole body is shaking, but if you look closely you notice that it's mostly just his hands; the bandages on one seem to have been picked at, and there's both fresh and old blood on them, and the other is broken and crudely taken care of.

Jack simply sits there, muttering to himself] Knocking won't stop down in the morgue. They never knocked before, but then I did it and they learned. Ianto and Gwen say they don't hear it, but they do I know they do why do they say they don't? They're just waiting for me to say something, waiting for me to slip up. No more chemicals in the coffee, no more coffee in the chemicals.

[OOC: Ok, so by this point Jack has gone a little too long without sleeping, and it's starting to catch up to him. Currently he suffers from hallucinations (visual and auditory), slurred and/or nonsensical speech , nystagmus (rapid involuntary rhythmic eye movement), and hand tremors.So in other words you've got yourselves a borderline-insane Jack =/ Again, feel free to have your characters interact with him as usual, but know that he's not exactly in the best state of mind]

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[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto crouches next to him, feeling his forehead.] ...Jack?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack flinches away from the hand, watching Ianto] Not your Jack not my Ianto nobodies time line is right.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[>\ Was trying not to think about that, Jack.] Jack. Look at me.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[steps up behind him, hands in his pockets]

Jack.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Not Jack not the true Jack. Are you the true Doctor?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[crouches down next to him]

Oh, Jack.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Veeery slowly approaching him, talking like she would to a gunman in a standoff.] Jack? Jack, can you hear me?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack watches he, but he doesn't flinch or back away. His eyes, however, keep roaming the Plane] Nothing wrong with my ears they're the one's who can't hear the knocking.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Crouching down next to him, then kneeling and reaching out gently to almost lay a hand on his shoulder, just to see how he'll react to the closeness.] What is it, Jack? What can they not hear?

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

Oh, Jack...

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

It's what they all say just my name. But it's not my name Jack is dead.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[Walks toward him very slowly.] You are not dead, Jack Harkness. Not yet.

[contract_star]

[Hei knows what's going on right away. He approaches slowly and stops a few feet away from Jack.]

...Jack. Jack, can you see me?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack looks at Hie, at the Plane, then back at Hie] I can see you I can hear you, I can't see them I can hear them.

[contract_star]

Good. That's a start. [He looks at Jack's hands.] They still haven't been healing, have they? And you haven't been sleeping, either.

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

Harkness?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Harkness Captain Harkness American Harkness.

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[the Brig crouches down] You need to take better care of yourself, Captain. [a pause] Can you focus?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Sighs, and kneels in front of him] ....oh, Jack.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[He stares at her for only a second before his gaze goes back to roaming the Plane] Your Jack their Jack not my Jack.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Takes his hands and examines them] Definitely my Jack.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[just stares at him, for a moment, before kneeling before him and reaching out; gently]

Jack.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[He flinches away from the approach] One Doctor two Doctors no Doctors at all. Not my Doctor not your Jack not the one you abandon.

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

[kneels next to him, looking concerned even if he doesn't sound it] Not your best look.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Looked best as myself out of the uniform never was Captain Jack never looked best when left behind.