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Sonny has been on this ship for not long at all, but he is already behind the bar where he knows how to be. There's a sign on top of the advice that says Free Fuckin' Advice on top as he leans against the other side of the bar. He is not responsible for the sign for the record. Sonny is also not responsible for the fact that some people who end up at this bar will find themselves far more likely to share their troubles than they would be ordinarily. They'll suddenly find words for troubles they've never been able to describe before.

It's the ship's magic, and Sonny is a demon and a bartender who is over eighty years old. He's done some terrible things for selfish reasons, and he's done some terrible things for the good of others, and he's loved and had a family. Nothing's ever that fucking simple.

He has plenty to say, but he's going to say it all in his own fucking way.

Come have a drink.

Come spill the things you can't ever normally put to words. Come let someone listen or give a word or two that might set you on the right path or the wrong path or any fucking path.

It's what he's here for.

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There's a pause at the way he says it, and Sonny tilts his head to the side curiously. "You serious? I've... met people who are immortal before."

They usually tend to be vampires, and while angels and demons can have a very long lifespan, angels can live up to 1,000 years that's not forever. Most don't make it that long. The Callings take over their head that way.

He smirks. "Yeah, think this would be a little fuckin' out of Scooby-Doo's realm of mysteries to be solved. That van can't turn into sub... at least last I checked."

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Jack extends his hand in response to that. "Captain Jack Harkness. Consider one met."

Then he laughs, albeit bitterly, because he used to the be the sort who excelled at solving these kinds of mysteries. All sorts of things came out of the Rift back in Cardiff, and he's been in more than a few strange situations with the Doctor. They fixed the miracle, but he can't get himself off a damned ship to nowhere?

If only he could figure out how to get his Vortex Manipulator working again, but it's fried. Again, and the Doctor was dead set on keeping him in one place. He failed to see what was so dangerous about him hoping around time, other than running the risk of giving the Time Lord a case of the heebie-jeebies by showing up somewhere he was unannounced and bothering him with his wrongness.