Well Hello There

[spacehopper]

When: Any Time
Where: Anywhere
Who: Captain Jack Harkness + You

You've seen him before, maybe even since you were a child. When he appears, it's always been right there, at the edge of your vision, watching you. Sometimes he says hello in passing as he crosses the street. Sometimes he just smiles when you spot him and ducks into a shop or moves around the corner. He comes and goes from your life, never threatening, never tangible.

Until today.

Today he moves towards you purposefully. He has bright blue eyes and dimples when he smiles. He'd not aged a day since you first started to see him. He smells like the best thing in the world to you. He offers his hand. "Hi. I'm Captain Jack Harkness," he says.

Comments

[roomed]

Being told about Larry made him squint. Sentient slime? As in, slime that was a person? Kind of? He honestly might have to see how that worked. It was going to be awhile before he stopped being surprised by all these things. Although when all eras and many timelines were available, it'd be weird if there weren't a lot of strange things here, right? Henry was starting to get that.

At Mitchell's insistence that they could do this later, he should his head. "I'd rather get it over with, if...uh, that's okay." He opened the door to his room wider. "Let's go sit down, though." It would be a little easier to handle that way.

There was a little nook in the back corner with two fairly comfortable-looking chairs, and he headed towards that. "I'll tell you about the 21 Sacraments first. It's a ritual which is supposed to bring down the Holy Mother of that religion. Once they brought Her down, she was supposed to be able to make Paradise...I don't think our ideas of 'Paradise' are the same." He frowned and a spark of anger appeared in his eyes, if only for a moment.

"The ritual is...uh, very involved. First, the...whoever is doing it has to do the Ritual of Holy Assumption, which uses taking the blood of ten 'sinners', the Crimson Tome, the white crism, and the obsidian goblet. Walter pulled out all their hearts, too- I'm not sure if he had to use those or not." He let out a heavy breath. The eleventh victim is the one doing the ritual himself. In suicide, he ascends. I think it opens a new world. And I think it's based on the...uh, person doing the ritual. So this was Walter's, and he was invincible in it. I...don't know if anyone else did this." Mitchell seemed to be implying that this one was different, so that meant other people had tried, at least in some capacity. "From then on, every sacrament, every victim, has a name and a role. And their mangled-up souls get trapped in his world while he's completing the ritual. Maybe forever." And Eileen was there now, too. Henry closed his eyes for a moment.