"Right! Well, it's..." He had to pause to check the strap on his wrist, "...August twenty fourth, two thousand nine. So, Island Time. This is London. We're broke, we're together, and if this is like last time, we've got a couple days to enjoy the city. I can get us some money, at least enough to eat. What do you guys feel like doing? I'd kill for some chips. Speaking of which- I should lose this," he continued, taking off the spent security blaster and tossing it in a garbage bin.
He didn't bother to comment on the state of them. It was never an easy jump the first time, and if he hadn't done it so much, he'd have been disoriented as well. As it was, it was just another street in just another city on just another world. At least it wasn't Cardiff. That could be sticky. So Jack simply took it in stride and acted like he owned the city. Pretty much the way he always acted.
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Date: 2009-08-28 02:22 am (UTC)He didn't bother to comment on the state of them. It was never an easy jump the first time, and if he hadn't done it so much, he'd have been disoriented as well. As it was, it was just another street in just another city on just another world. At least it wasn't Cardiff. That could be sticky. So Jack simply took it in stride and acted like he owned the city. Pretty much the way he always acted.