Public Service Announcement

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

['Ryotarou' appears on the Plane, megaphone in hand. He turns it on, then begins addressing what is assumed to be everyone else within hearing range]

For those of you who are not yet aware, me and Ryotarou have switched bodies. 'Me' being Jack Harkness. We're hoping it's only temporary, but until then, here's the deal:

If you wish to drink my blood, kiss me, sleep with me, harm my body just because you can, or flirt with me, wait until things go back to normal. Same goes if you want to talk to me about something sexual, important, private, supposedly-secret, or have any conversation you don't feel could be taken seriously with Ryotarou involved.

Comments

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[grins] 'Pretty' does fit this body, doesn't it? Though are you sure you should be flirting with a teenagers body?

Ryotarou might not take it too well when he gets it back.

[mercwamouth]

Hey! In spite of the tight spandex, I'm as straight as McCain's talk express.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

Fair enough; it's your loss.

[mercwamouth]

Oh we know who's really losing here. You know you want a dip in the 'Pool, Jackie Boy.

...

Uh, I mean... You're so gay.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

...right.

And calling me gay implies I only like guys.

[mercwamouth]

Or it implies that you're a very happy fellow. You like guys? Really? Hm. That's interesting. Never woulda guessed.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

I don't see why you people obsess so much about gender. A person is a person before their male or female; should their reproductive organs really dictate how you have to feel about them?

[mercwamouth]

Yes. I'm not much of a "backdoor" person, if you follow. Plus, it's bad enough when half of the human race drives me nuts on a regular basis. Throw in the other half with it and I'll be going loopy.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

Love doesn't always equal sex. That parts just the bonus.

Awww, not much a relationship person?

[mercwamouth]

...My relationships don't work out.

One girl was a schizophrenic psycho, one girl was a hooker I moronically left when I found out I had cancer, one girl I drove away. One girl was Death. Surprisingly enough, that one was probably the most successful relationship.

And the most recent one simply could never work.

With my luck, my next love interest will turn out to be a Skrull.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Jack is serious now, giving Deadpool a knowing look]

Relationships tend to be like that; more misses than hits. I've had my share of messy one's too, though never Death.

Several of them did try to kill me, some more than once. One guy succeeded twice.

[mercwamouth]

What a coinkidink. One guy killed me twice too. Small world. Immortality's a bitch like that.

And relationships blow. Every time I open myself up, every time things start to get better, everything falls apart and sucks worse than ever before.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

Isn't it? I've been killed more than that by the same person. Some people just can't let it go.

I'm not the best person to talk to about opening up. It was never easily, living and dying for so long didn't help.

[mercwamouth]

I'm sure it beats being a head in a jar.

FACE OF BOE REFERENCE?

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't know. I've never been just a head in a jar. A whole body in a jar, though, that's another story.