reversedpolarity | [ddd; log; Jack]

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[ddd; log; Jack]

Scotty hadn't yet had time that day to check the community; he'd been busy, which wasn't an unusual thing for him, and between one thing and another he'd not only managed to go nearly a whole day without checking up on the community, he'd also managed to go nearly a whole day without remembering to eat. The end of his shift found him tired, hungry, and once again covered in grease; the other day it had been helm relays and piston shafts, today it had been plasma conduits. Cleaning the things was a dull, tedious task, usually delegated to the rookies or anyone who'd been in a bit of trouble, but every now and then Scotty liked to make an example by doing those sorts of jobs himself.

After the plasma conduits it had been an on-going series of other small, menial tasks, but it was a welcome break from paperwork. Now, however, Scotty was off duty and on his way down to the mess hall to grab something to eat before heading back to his quarters. He'd almost made it to his destination when he happened to pass by someone who was both strangely familiar and not wearing a Starfleet uniform. He paused, and turned, and then it hit him. After the few video chats they'd had, he'd recognize that coat anywhere. "Captain?"

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"It is," Jack agreed. "I mean, humans aren't even that special. We're not too advanced, like the Time Lords, nor are we too simple, like the Hoix..." Jack trailed off, realizing that Scotty wouldn't know what he was referencing in referencing those two aliens. "Uhm, Hoix are little more than big, toothy, walking trash compactors. Seriously, they eat everything. And Time Lords. Well, I mean, there's only two of them left, but. Have... Have you met the Doctor over the community, yet?" Jack asked. The same Doctor that he was leaving his world in the hands of while he sat back and waited for the other to fix the problem. The one that he was currently worried as hell about. Yeah, that Doctor. Everything kept coming back to his problems, even their conversation, even when he was trying to distract himself, it seemed.

Edited 2010-12-20 00:23 (UTC)

"I wouldn't say humans aren't that special. Maybe we're somewhere in the middle, as far as developmental complexity is concerned, but that doesn't mean we're not something incredible." But that, it seemed, was a discussion for another time, as Jack led the conversation in the direction of the Doctor - who he'd mentioned before, and who Scotty still hadn't spoken to. "I'm afraid I've not had the chance," he answered Jack's question, shaking his head slightly. "I'd been keepin' an eye out, since you'd mentioned I might want tae talk tae him about the mechanics o' the vortex manipulator, but we've not spoken yet."

"Ah," Jack said, nodding his head and falling silent for a moment, trying to keep himself from jumping to any conclusions there. The Doctor would be fine--he was the Doctor, after all, and he dealt with this sort of world-ending chaos all the time. He'd be back and on top of things quicker than...well. Something fast. Jack had never been one for optimism, certainly not lately, but he was trying, damn it, and wasn't that what mattered in the end?

"Well, then," Jack said, forcing himself to say something after his few moments of silence. "I, ehm. I hope that you do get to talk to him. Eventually, that is. I mean. He'd be a great help. When... When he's done with all of this that he's dealing with now, that is..."

Scotty caught that change in Jack's tone of voice and decided that further talking about the Doctor wasn't going to help anything. He couldn't know for certain if the Doctor was who Jack had mentioned earlier was taking care of what was happening currently back on his world, but it seemed likely. "I'll just have tae be a bit patient, then," he replied, before deciding that a subject change would likely be good right about now. Fine job he was doing, distracting Jack, if he let the conversation carry on in the direction it was headed.

"How about we go an' see about gettin' you a place tae stay?" he suggested, though setting up guest quarters would only take a few minutes. Not much of a distraction, that. "An' after that's out o' the way, why don't we have a drink or two?"

Jack quirked a smile at Scotty's suggestion of drinks. "God, would I ever go for a drink after all of this. Count me in," he said, smiling and shaking his head. "Although assuring me that I've got a place to stay first would probably be best," he said. Not that it really mattered, though, the order of things. Alcohol still carried a bite, but it was a lot harder for him to get pissed enough to have to be dragged back to his room, or anything like that. Still. He did appreciate a good drink, nonetheless, and well. Scotty looked like he did too, for that matter.

"Sorry to be keeping you from what you could otherwise be doing here, though, Mr. Scott," he said. "I know that you're off now, but. I don't know, you certainly weren't anticipating having to show me around when you reported for duty earlier, now did you?"

"We'll get you sorted, don't worry. If you're finished we can go ahead an' get that done now. An' really, it's no trouble. Showin' you around an' all that, I mean. Hadn't really got anything tae do, apart from a bit o' paperwork, an' that can wait. I was thinkin' about workin' a bit on that equation for the transporters, but again, that can wait. I'd much rather sit an' have a couple o' drinks." He rose, collected his plate and cup, and went to dispose of them, before rejoining Jack. "O' course, I'll admit I could do with a shower, but it'll take all o' five minutes if I use the sonic."

Jack quirked an eyebrow. "Are you sure?" he asked, with a smile. "I wouldn't want to be depriving you of a good shower and all. I've heard that these sonic ones are the new thing, before, and all, but. I can't imagine ever feeling as clean after that as you feel after a good old-fashioned traditional one, but." He shrugged, standing to join Scotty. "It's definitely up to you."

"Shall we, then?" he asked, smiling at the other man and motioning for him to lead on.

"It'll do for tonight. I've already invited you over, an' I'm not about tae take it back just because I need tae wash up a bit. C'mon, then." He set off, his pace once again brisk, although he made sure that Jack would be able to keep up. Not that he thought he wouldn't, but he'd have hated to lose Jack when he was supposed to be helping him find his way around. "If you get lost..." He trailed off, and motioned to a nearby computer station. "There're computers every corridor or so. They recognize voice commands, so all you have tae do is ask for directions."

Jack followed along behind Scotty, not directly behind him exactly, because he couldn't really force himself to move quite that fast, but at a decent enough distance to still obviously be walking with the other man. At the suggestion, Jack nodded to the computer Scotty motioned to. "Right, I'll make note of that, then," he said. "Though really, it'd be just as easy to ask someone I run across for directions as well. It's what I did last time I was here, and didn't have a guide around to direct me."

Truth be told, though, Jack hadn't really wanted to get a tour the last time he was there, either. The times that he'd gone on walks hadn't been to explore the ship. They had been because he couldn't stand sitting there alone with his thoughts for any longer, and it was the closest he could get to running away from his problems without the actual abandoning Sulu part, and all.

"I take it you're already familiar with the lifts." He was headed toward one of the turbolifts now, to head to the deck that housed the guest quarters. That particular section of the ship would be a bit quieter, less full of crew; as far as Scotty was aware there wasn't anyone currently stationed in the guest quarters, and the crew rarely had reason to head down that way. One short ride on the turbolift later, he headed off down yet another corridor, finally stopping at a door that looked no different from any of the others, apart from the number on it. "Here we are, then."

There was a small computer screen next to the door, and Scotty took a moment to bring up an input screen. "I'll let you choose your code. More likely tae remember it that way, I should think."

Jack paused, thinking of something he'd remember right off the top of his head, before inputting the first numbers that came to mind--his Torchwood ID number. Sure, it wasn't very imaginative, but it was also Top Secret, and no one knew the numbers but himself, the rest of Torchwood, and the authorities back on Earth, so. As far as the Enterprise was concerned, it was a pretty good choice, he figured.

"Alright," he said, after inputting the code. "How does this work, then, exactly? I just have to input that code every time I want to get in? Or is there something more to it, than that?"

"Just the code. If you were personnel we'd do a voice option too, but since you're likely only stayin' a few days, we'll just do the code. That way we can deactivate it once you're gone, leavin' the room open for someone else. If you're plannin' on bein' a regular guest, I could always save the code for you. The computer'll keep track of it, but you'll still be the only one who can use it." He rocked on his heels once or twice, before adding, "Did you stop by here a few minutes, then, or just head on over my way? Figure we might as well go where the booze is, but it's up tae you."

Jack shook his head. "Don't need to stop by here, really. I mean, it's a normal room, right? Similar layout to a normal cabin, right? I don't really have any luggage to drop off, or anything. Didn't bring anything with me but my coat, and well." He smiled, almost sheepishly. Almost. "I'd kind of really like to keep my coat with me instead, if possible. It's kind of an antique, even by 21st century standards, so. I like to keep it with me, more often than not, just so I know where it is all the time."

He nodded, and motioned back in the way they had just come from. "Off tae my quarters, then. Yours'll be more or less the same. An' I don't blame you wantin' tae keep an eye on that coat." It was a nice coat, and apart from the fact that it being in such good shape made it valuable, given its age - Jack wore it well. Extremely well. "So. You and your coat are welcome tae come along." His quarters were a deck up, in the section reserved for officer's quarters, which were a bit larger than crew and guest quarters, but otherwise mostly the same.

Jack nodded. "Well, then, lead on, Scotty," he said, with a smile and a quirk of his head to the side, down the hall again. "You said that you would be offering drinks, and well. I don't know about my coat, but I could definitely use one right about now. Or...well, no," he said, shaking his head, "that's a lie. I'm not really sure one's going to be enough..." He chuckled, a bit bitterly, and raised a hand up to run through his hair, tiredly.

((Question! Would Scotty and Sulu's quarters be on the same deck, then? Or are they on separate ones?))

Edited 2010-12-21 18:39 (UTC)

"Lucky for you then I've got enough for more than one, aye?" Between the way he tended to stock up whenever the ship stopped off for shore leave, and the decidedly non-regulation still he had tucked away in Engineering, he had more than enough to spare - and of course, was willing to share. "Ah. You'll forgive the state o' my quarters, I hope. I don't spend much time in them."

They arrived quickly enough, and Scotty keyed in his own code; the door slid open to reveal quarters that looked extremely un-lived-in. There were a few personal effects here and there - a couple tech journals on a shelf, a few tools laying about - but otherwise the place was mostly empty. "An' if you don't mind me disappearin' about five minutes, I'll get you started with a drink an' get that sonic, aye?"

[[I don't remember exactly how it's set up, so I'm kind of making it up. XD I think they'd be on the same floor, though, just Scotty's in a section reserved for commanding officers. The NCOs are in a different section, and then the non-ranking crew in yet another section, if I remember correctly.]]

Jack nodded, musing at the fact that Scotty thought that this was anything bad. "Honestly, if you think that this is a bad state for the room to be in, you obviously haven't had to deal with anyone as cluttered as some of the people I've had to deal with, for one. But yeah," he said, gently shucking off his coat. "I don't mind. Go and get yourself cleaned up, then, soldier. I promise I won't let myself get too far ahead of you, while you're gone."

((Haha, alright. Thanks, I was just wondering more than anything else. :3 Trying to wrap my head around the layout of the ship, and all.))

"Right. Let me just go an' get you a drink, then." He had a small liquor cabinet tucked away in one corner, and he went to it, opening it up to dig around inside a bit. "Ever tried Saurian brandy?" He grabbed the bottle and two glasses, carrying them over his couch; he set one glass down and motioned for Jack to have a seat, before pouring for him. He handed it over, then excused himself, and returned about five minutes later looking as though he hadn't even thought about going down to the engine today.

Jack shook his head at Scotty's question, following him over to the couch and planting himself down on it at the other man's gesture, and reaching forward to take the glass, sipping it slowly as the other man headed off to his shower, an eyebrow raising at the kick it packed. Definitely a welcome brew, that was for sure.

As Sulu came back into the room, looking as clean as he could, Jack shook his head. "These are some good spirits you've got here, Scotty," he said, holding up his glass, which was still largely full--he had promised not to start ahead of him too much, after all. "It's still kind of a shame that you had to settle for the sonic there, and everything, but. Means you and I can get to drinking faster, which... Isn't really a problem with me, at the moment."

He settled down at the opposite end of the couch, pouring himself a glass before getting himself comfortable, tucking himself into the corner where the back of the couch met the arm. "Be flattered. I don't share this with just anybody," he answered, grinning at Jack over the rim of his glass. In truth, he'd picked the Saurian brandy because it was the strongest liquor he had on hand, and considering what was happening back on Jack's world, no doubt the man needed a good, stiff drink. "An' don't you worry about me settlin' for the sonic. If I really feel like I'm missin' out I can always make up for it later."

Jack chuckled. He did appreciate how strong the drink was. It sort of reminded him of hypervodka, in a way, only in brandy form. If that made sense at all, Jack wasn't exactly sure. "Well, then. Good thinking there, Scotty," he said. "You'll get the best of both worlds. Especially if we end up drinking enough for you to need a shower to sober yourself up, a little," he said, with a smirk. "I'll bet that those sonics of yours do absolutely nothing in that regard, am I right?"

"Got it in one. Fantastic for gettin' clean quickly, utterly useless at anything else, the sonics. Still, I don't imagine I'll be gettin' quite that pissed. Saurian brandy's got a kick tae it, aye, but I hold my drink pretty well."

Jack chuckled at Scotty. "You know, saying things like that might get yourself in a lot of trouble around me, some time. I might get it into my head later on to challenge you on that." Of course, that wouldn't be exactly fair, especially with Jack's different metabolism, both because of his 51st century body chemistry, and...well, his immortality thing. "Maybe sometime else, though," he said, sitting back in the couch, cradling his drink between his hands. He was going to enjoy this one, because god, did he need it in that moment.

"Aye, sometime else," Scotty agreed. As entertaining as a drinking match would be, now wasn't the time. A drinking match needed spectators and a pub setting and bets being placed on who the winner would be - none of which were available in Scotty's quarters. "Have tae warn you - been drinkin' since I was wee little thing." He laughed at that, and took a long, slow sip of his brandy, shaking his head. "Used tae get intae drinkin' matches all the time back at uni. Won, too. Most o' the time."

Jack chuckled at that. "Well, I might not have been drinking this since I was little, but... I've been drinking for quite a while now. I can more than hold my own in a challenge, that's for sure. This isn't hypervodka, for one, which...let me tell you, that stuff packs a kick," he said, shaking his head. "Don't think it'd really be fair, though. We haven't really had the time for me to take off and practice anything like that for a while, really..." Try nearly half a century, actually.

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