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[no-longer-him.livejournal.com]

 Miracle day.  Such a load of...

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[cpt-51century.livejournal.com]

Less miracle-y and more pain in the ass-y?

[no-longer-him.livejournal.com]

People need to die. It's the circle of life.

[cpt-51century.livejournal.com]

That's gonna be in my head all day now. [He starts to hum The Lion King song.]

[no-longer-him.livejournal.com]

...Right. Sorry about that.

But you get my point. This isn't a good thing.

[cpt-51century.livejournal.com]

Guess that depends on who you ask. The people that aren't dying sure like it.

[no-longer-him.livejournal.com]

I saw someone who burned there face right to the skull. You really think they like it?

[cpt-51century.livejournal.com]

Yes, now that's an interesting take on the zombie genre. Never really into zombies myself. I had a boyfriend once that couldn't get enough of them.

[Jack's not taking this seriously. He doesn't do serious as a general rule of thumb, not when conversing with people he doesn't know.]

[no-longer-him.livejournal.com]

[Chris just going to flop back in his seat as he stares over at him, before taking a sip of his coffee]

Alright. Why did you sit down here if your not to actually talk about it?

[cpt-51century.livejournal.com]

Huh. Didn't realize this was an apocalypse-only discussion zone. I'll let you get back to your meaningful conversations with yourself.

[no-longer-him.livejournal.com]

No. I mean..

[He nods to Jack's jacket with a raised eyebrow]

Your military. Though, nothing I recognize. [He held out his hand with a smile] Chris Farrell. And your the mighty Jack Harkness. [He said with a slight smirk]

[cpt-51century.livejournal.com]

Ooooh. 'Mighty.' I like that. I'm changing my badge.

[And someone's getting a nice dose of Retcon in the near future. But he'll still shake your hand, kid.]

[no-longer-him.livejournal.com]

You knew my great-great-grandfather. Or at least he knew you. He kept a photo of you in his left breast pocket. Apparently. He said he loved you with all his heart. Until he met his wife.

[He leans forward to gaze at him]

You look exactly the same. How is that?

[cpt-51century.livejournal.com]

[Jack has an astounding memory but there have been many men who have loved him until they realize he doesn't age. Or they want families. Damn Earth in such a backwards era.]

I do resemble my paternal great grandfather quite a lot.

[Not a lie!]

[cpt-51century.livejournal.com]

Less miracle-y and more pain in the ass-y?

[no-longer-him.livejournal.com]

People need to die. It's the circle of life.

[cpt-51century.livejournal.com]

That's gonna be in my head all day now. [He starts to hum The Lion King song.]

[no-longer-him.livejournal.com]

...Right. Sorry about that.

But you get my point. This isn't a good thing.

[cpt-51century.livejournal.com]

Guess that depends on who you ask. The people that aren't dying sure like it.

[no-longer-him.livejournal.com]

I saw someone who burned there face right to the skull. You really think they like it?

[cpt-51century.livejournal.com]

Yes, now that's an interesting take on the zombie genre. Never really into zombies myself. I had a boyfriend once that couldn't get enough of them.

[Jack's not taking this seriously. He doesn't do serious as a general rule of thumb, not when conversing with people he doesn't know.]

[no-longer-him.livejournal.com]

[Chris just going to flop back in his seat as he stares over at him, before taking a sip of his coffee]

Alright. Why did you sit down here if your not to actually talk about it?

[cpt-51century.livejournal.com]

Huh. Didn't realize this was an apocalypse-only discussion zone. I'll let you get back to your meaningful conversations with yourself.

[no-longer-him.livejournal.com]

No. I mean..

[He nods to Jack's jacket with a raised eyebrow]

Your military. Though, nothing I recognize. [He held out his hand with a smile] Chris Farrell. And your the mighty Jack Harkness. [He said with a slight smirk]

[cpt-51century.livejournal.com]

Ooooh. 'Mighty.' I like that. I'm changing my badge.

[And someone's getting a nice dose of Retcon in the near future. But he'll still shake your hand, kid.]

[no-longer-him.livejournal.com]

You knew my great-great-grandfather. Or at least he knew you. He kept a photo of you in his left breast pocket. Apparently. He said he loved you with all his heart. Until he met his wife.

[He leans forward to gaze at him]

You look exactly the same. How is that?