13- The product of experiments gone wrong

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[A cloud of thick, green smoke appears on the Plane, dissipating almost as suddenly as it appeared. In the middle of it is Jack, his shirt unbuttoned and it's sleeves pushed up to his elbows, a gas mask in one hand. He's coughing slightly, holding a hand over his mouth as he does so] That is the last time I open a container labeled 'Mostly Harmless'

[ooc: This is an idea that can easily be attributed to my current lack of proper sleep, but it's four am and it makes sense now. The gas that surrounded Jack is basically alien truth serum, but in gas form. It won't affect any of the other people on the Plane, but it will make Jack answer any question asked truthfully, not answering lacking as an option.

Have fun!]

Comments

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

Major.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Look like military success also runs in your family Brigadier.

Or General, if I'm being factual.

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[he nods]

Harkness? I'd appreciate if you didn't tell me anything of my future that you might know of.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[...oops] I assumed you already knew about the promotion.

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

No. Still Brigadier, not General.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

You have an impressive record, even before the promotion.

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't have become a Brigadier if I didn't have an impressive one.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

True, true.

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

If you have any more questions, I'll still answer.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[grins] I think I've satisfied my curiosity for the day.

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[the Brig nods] And kept me from asking a few questions.