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

[badgirlshenanigans]

As with just about everyone who meets him for the first time, Jemma's a little taken aback. By taken aback, it means she's staring rather gobsmacked at the very pretty that is Captain Jack Harkness.

Unfortunately, Jemma fails at these sorts of things. "Jemma Simmons. Have we met? That's not a line, I mean it could sound like a line, but you look familiar. That's not a line either. Why do I keep saying that?"

[templeistelepathybutton]

Charles could vaguely remember seeing someone like this when he first arrived in England for his university studies, but other than being a handsome chap, he hadn't really had the time to pay attention. Usually time found him deep in his studies, trying to track down people to speak to, lecturing, or more likely than not, over in one of the local pubs skillfully winning bar bets or picking up women.

So when the other comes up to him when he's tucked up in a bar, just having ordered a pint, he grins easily back and takes the hand, immediately scanning over the other's mind without a second thought. "Nice to meet you," with that soft accent that makes him sound right at home, "Charles Xavier."

[roomed]

Henry had only gone into the hall to throw out some trash. If he didn't make regular appearances, Frank would start to worry. He was heading back into his dingy apartment on the third floor when he came across an entirely too-pleasant man introducing himself as a Captain.

He peered at the man with sleepy eyes and simply stared at Jack's hand for a moment. He ultimately didn't take it, although he looked like he wanted to. "I'm sorry...who are you? You might want Mike. He's at the end of the hall..."