suninhades: (out back and shoot it)
babylon. ([personal profile] suninhades) wrote in [community profile] multiversallogs2011-05-20 06:39 pm

drifting away, i'm one with the sunsets

Who: Integra Hellsing with Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, and Mabel Albans respectively.
What: Job interviews!
Where: Hellsing Guild Hall.
When: This afternoon and the next morning.
Notes: Different threads! Go nuts. Also YES MABEL GOT ADDED IN HERE because stuff would have happened about on the same day and... we're lazy about making new log posts.
Warnings: Does Jack need a warning label?

Perhaps it's for the best that they won't be coming together - the questions Integra has for Jack are strikingly different than for Ianto, after a point. I's strange to think that she'll have no history with Ianto, but they were never particularly close; perhaps it's only strange that Owen isn't alongside him. But that's not something she has time to reflect upon in anything besides a strategic manner - she writes out her notes for what she needs to ask, then puts away the paper, committing everything to memory easily with the exercise.

... And then it's all paperwork and managing bumping cases as she waits. By the time Jack is scheduled to arrive, she's actually in the process of walking back up from the basement, but the attendant in the lobby will be able to ping her easily enough regardless.
51stcentury: (arms crossed)

[personal profile] 51stcentury 2011-05-21 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
Jack makes his way to the Hellsing Guild Hall, following the directions that Integra had sent him in their short conversation over the CiD. He wonders if walking up and knocking is too casual, but then they know that he's coming anyway, so. That's exactly what he does. Walks up and knocks, roughly around the time he's scheduled to be there (slightly later, because that's just how Jack works), and is let in by the attendant in the lobby. He waits somewhat patiently while the attendant phones up to the boss to tell her that he'd gotten there, looking around at the surroundings as he does.
51stcentury: (smile sunglasses)

[personal profile] 51stcentury 2011-05-21 03:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack turns to look at her, taking in her image, quite obviously giving her a visual once-over for a moment. "Oh wow," he says. "Didn't know what I was expecting in a Sir Hellsing, Knight Grand Cross of the Royal Victorian Order, but you're definitely a welcome surprise."

He reaches out to take her hand and shake it. "Captain Jack Harkness, as you know, I guess. Ianto told me that he was sending out our resumes, but I wasn't sure that anything was going to come out of it. Up until your announcement, there, everyone's been pretty tight-lipped about everything about this organization except for the name."
51stcentury: (timid talking)

[personal profile] 51stcentury 2011-05-23 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Influx of arrivals meaning...?" Jack trails off, with a smile that was equal parts charming and equal parts serious interrogation right there, as he walks along with her towards her office. "Exactly how long has this organization been in the city, anyway? I was under the impression that most of the people I'd heard mentioning Hellsing arrived with this so-called 'cohort' of ours..."

Jack likes her office. It isn't really his style, but he thinks it suits her. He's about to open his mouth and say about as much when she beats him to talking and mentions being familiar with Torchwood. He's automatically slightly wary. "...and how exactly would you be familiar with Torchwood then, Sir Hellsing?" he asks.
51stcentury: (srs business face)

[personal profile] 51stcentury 2011-05-23 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
Three months. That predates his and Ianto's arrival in the city, that much is certain. Mention of another multidimensional trap disguised as a city peaks his interest as well, although it's the mention of Owen that is what really causes Jack to pause in his communication with the other for a moment there.

"...Owen?" he asks, his voice sounding a bit odd to his ears because damn it, Owen had just died for him. Just died the second time and this time it was so much worse, because there was no saving him. Not any more. "...you mean to tell me that you met Owen Harper, and that he helped you establish a semi-secret organization centered on dealing with the supernatural?" It takes him a moment to adjust to the idea.
51stcentury: (huh?)

[personal profile] 51stcentury 2011-05-23 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack doesn't miss that she was obviously close to Owen. He chuckles at the insult she shoots him. "Yeah, yeah... He was. Is, I guess. Nice to know that he is out there somewhere, I guess, making trouble for himself and others." It's obvious from his tone that he's pretty fond of the man in question.

He takes the files from her, flipping them open and glancing at the contents. "So you've been here for longer than the majority of us. Setting up this place, like you had in other places before this..." He looks up at her, putting the papers down for the moment. "Ianto sent you our resumes, he said, but I want to know. What do you know about me, exactly? And Torchwood?"
51stcentury: (explaining smile)

[personal profile] 51stcentury 2011-05-24 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
Jack nods. "Established by the Crown to defend the Earth against the threat of alien attack, yes. And we monitored a rift in space of time running through the center of Cardiff. And...that's right," he says, affirming her knowledge of his own special 'talent', going a bit more serious. "I'm not. Capable of dying. Well, no. I'm not capable of staying dead. I've died any number of times, by now."

"And that's correct," he says, to the questioning about Baedal. "I don't have any memory of that city. As far as I'm concerned, I was out Weevil hunting and then suddenly I was here. No stops in between. Same with Ianto." Jack raises an eyebrow, suspiciously. "Did Owen really tell you all of that? Especially the part about me?"
51stcentury: (straight face)

[personal profile] 51stcentury 2011-05-24 02:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack's eyes narrow as soon as Ianto's name is brought into question, especially in regards to him and breaking his jaw. "Just what exactly was it that you were aware of?" he asks, his tone going deadly serious. He doesn't think he likes what sorts of conclusions his mind is making from the little information that he's been presented with already. "Just what the hell do you mean by that, 'seeing as you are on good terms with Mr. Jones'? I know that Ianto was in the city with you. He told me he met someone here who told him that. But what the hell does my relationship with Ianto have to do with any of this?"

His eyes are narrowed, his jaw tight. It's obvious to anyone that he is fiercely protective of his tea boy. Especially now, in this city, where they're out of their element and away from all of their equipment and everything that Jack associates with being safe and protected.
51stcentury: (srs business face)

[personal profile] 51stcentury 2011-05-26 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
"And what sort of a man did they know me as, then?" Jack asked, seriously. What the hell was he supposed to think about this, forgetting and not even recognizing his team? He would never do that. Just who the hell was it in this other city, exactly? Because it definitely wasn't him. Couldn't have been him. Could it? No. He'd never just abandon them like that. Not if he had any say in the matter.
51stcentury: (amused)

[personal profile] 51stcentury 2011-05-27 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
Jack nods, not really noticing much about the pen thing. The whole concept of different dimensions and of people knowing him from them, or knowing about him from them, is still pretty new to him. "I'm glad you brought it to my attention," he says. "That you did know my coworkers, and of me through them." He laughs slightly. "It sounds like they presented me in a good light, though. The real me, not... You know. Whoever that was in the city with you."

"You and me, though. We'll start from scratch," he says, shifting in his seat. "Since this is an interview to be hired by you, have at me," he says, spreading his hands in front of him. "What is it about me that you want to know?" He'll try to tell her honestly. He's not going to remain without his secrets, though.
51stcentury: (bw smile)

[personal profile] 51stcentury 2011-05-27 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
Jack shrugs. "I'm used to things being pretty intense. I was hired by Torchwood with my commanding officers already knowing that I couldn't die, no matter what. It got me sent into a lot of interesting situations. Had me on the front lines for a couple of wars, kidnapped, tortured, experimented on. Pretty much anything you can imagine, it happened to me. And then I ended up in charge, and well. I'm pretty sure that you're familiar with the sort of things that that entails, now aren't you?" he asks, with a bit of a smirk.
51stcentury: (explaining smile)

[personal profile] 51stcentury 2011-05-28 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
Jack nodded. "I was a field agent. For about...a century. Give or take a little while here and there, when they put me on special assignments." He shrugged. "Torchwood sort of owned my soul. It was either work for them or let them experiment on me to try to find out what made me tick, and well. I didn't really like how that second option sounded, y'know?" To put it mildly, that is.
51stcentury: (big smile)

[personal profile] 51stcentury 2011-05-28 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack nods. "I'm used to running a small team and annoying monsters with it," he says with a grin. "Torchwood Cardiff was made up of 5 of us, including me. I'd like to think that I knew what I was doing there, but I guess time will tell to see if I'm gonna be any good at this job, now won't it."

He sits back in his chair. "I'm gonna assume that because you're talking about putting me as a section chief, that I guess I nailed this interview, then, huh?" he asks, with a wide grin.
51stcentury: (cheezy fake smile)

[personal profile] 51stcentury 2011-05-30 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack shrugs. "I think you'll find that it's really pretty hard to sneak up on me at all, so I doubt that that'll be a problem," he says. "When you've lived for as long as I have, you're not so easily duped." He says it like he's an old man, which goes against the way that he looks, all charming and handsome and young. Immortality definitely has its perks, after all.

"As for the rest of it, I'm used to politicians not giving a hoot about us, and I've no idea what the Militia here is like, but if it's anything close to UNIT then good riddance, as far as I'm concerned. As for non-humans, I've been traveling all over time and space. I'm pretty used to all different sorts." He shoots her a smile, walking a fine line between professional and flirty as he speaks.

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