OMG GO READ THIS FIC
Apr. 6th, 2010 08:07 am![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
( quote cut for Doctor Who spoilers )
Run run run run run! {and swallow fireflies}
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Jack's sauntering near Sophia Gardens one autumn night, thinking vaguely about trolling for a blowjob -- policing of the grounds remains sketchy, with predictable results -- when his attention's caught by a figure loping through the trees; a semi-humanoid shape with an all-too-distinctive profile that he's never seen on Earth: sloping head and fanned gills above a full frock coat. The stigmata of those pan-galactic, hedonistic parasites he's encountered a handful of times, renowned for their ability to imitate local dress and speech and their gusto for petty crime and petty vices.
Jack stops dead. A fucking Blowfish. Here in Cardiff.
One thing I've been thinking about after peeping S3 promo pics and watching the second episode - LIKE OK YES, ACTUALLY I HAVE BEEN VERY WORRIED - is the whereabouts of Jack's wrist strap. But that thing survived a trip through the vortex while Jack held onto the TARDIS and screamed a lot. So of course it has to be fine, right? RIGHT?
How Jack got his vortex manipulator back
(And of course John Hart is involved. Natch!)
Thanks to everyone who joined us in chat last night after the ep. That was fun, eh?