I Like Big Boats And I Cannot Lie

[procures]

Isabela has been on the ship for a while now. Long enough to know she's stuck here. Which sucks, yes, but on the plus side? She likes ships. She likes them better when she's in control of them. Which might be why she's opening door after door to try to find the captain's quarters so she could maybe take them out and take control.

Every day stuff for a pirate.

However, she finds a lot of other things instead. Possibly involving other people as well. She'll probably hit on them. The narration apologizes already.

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[toomuchheart]

Castiel is in the process of getting ready to leave and take Gabriel on his daily walk around the main deck of the boat, while he searches the rooms for something more ... natural for the dog to do his business in. There is one on the ship - he visits it with Gabriel every day - it just happens to change what do it's behind every day, which can make visiting it a little complicated.

That being said, he isn't expecting his door to suddenly open without warning, and when it does he merely blinks at the other woman in confusion.

"Hello."

[procures]

"Oh, hello there."

He was kind of cute. The dog wasn't bad either though he was no mabari.

Which might be for the best.

"I think this is the wrong door."

[toomuchheart]

"Were you looking for my room?"

To which the answer to the question is probably going to be no, but at least he will be able to really tell her whether or not she has the wrong door.

[procures]

"I was not."

She doesn't mention what she was looking for. People might not like her ideas of trying to make herself captain.

[toomuchheart]

Castiel, personally, does not care one way or another who the captain is. He's resigned himself to being on the boat for the long haul at this point and he's fairly certain that Isabela being captain probably won't be able to help that.

"Then you are at the wrong room."

Simple as that.

[category]

Well then, if Isabela's going to hit on him, Jack's going to hit on her right back. Flirtation is a cool, comfortable mask that fits firmly on his face, coming to him as naturally as breathing does. He falls in step with it without so much as missing a beat.

"You are astoundingly gorgeous, and that's the least interesting thing about you."

Beaming with one of those bright smiles of his, Jack holds out a hand.

"Captain Jack Harkness."

[procures]

It's a similar easy sort of mask for Isabela -- she's never been one to want to take things very seriously. It's easier not to get close to people. She belonged to someone before -- never again.

Her smile broadens a little as she takes his hand and shakes it. "A fellow captain, and such a dashing one as well. I'm Isabela."

Okay, so technically she doesn't currently have a ship but details. She's working on that.

[category]

Jack is a walking contradiction when it comes to keeping people close and letting them in. It took his team years to get what they do know about who he was and where he came from, nevermind the whole inability to die part, out of him. Yet, when it came to people like Martha, he easily poured let the details slip. Former Time Agent, immortality, ex-conman of sorts, born and raised in the 51st Century on the Boeshane Peninsula, yadda yadda... But it's different with people who travel with the Doctor. Time travel does things to your perception of a person, and it's easier to delude yourself into thinking you won't have to watch those people die.

At least, that's what he tells himself on days where he's so deep in his pit of self-loathing that he delves into his reasoning for keeping people at arm's length. He waited until the very last moment to tell Ianto he was a fixed point in time and space, and he hated that there was still a large part of himself that didn't regret his near autopilot decision to withhold that information.

Information he would once again be keeping to himself, especially without Rex badgering him and demanding to know more about what he'd so-called 'afflicted' him with.

"Captain Isabela," Jack echoes, bowing his head over her hand to kiss the top of it. When he withdraws his hand, it's to follow that up with a salute -- and a wink. "Pleasure's all mine."

[procures]

Isabela prefers not to talk about her past -- and even when she does it's hard to know what's truth or fiction. Sometimes she claims she didn't hire the assassin who killed Luis -- and sometimes she takes complete credit for it. As her friend Varric would say fiction is more believable than the truth anyway.

It's not like she doesn't have friends. She has Zevran. She has Varric, her favorite author and drinking bud. She has Merrill -- a girl she's been helping adjust to the world outside of the Dalish elves. Many mistake Merrill for naive but Isabela knows it's just cultural ignorance. The kitten is sweet, why wouldn't she help her. Even Aveline became a friend once the other woman stopped judging her by who she slept with. And Fenris -- well he counted as a friend with benefits but she imagines he just likes her because she freed a boat of slaves once.

She's alright with that.

And then there's Hawke. If you told her she was going to spend three years in a place like Kirkwall she would have called you nuts -- but Hawke has that effect on people. She challenges you to do better, to be better. And Isabela likes to rise to a challenge.

But none of those people are here and she finds herself slipping into familiar airs to hide how suddenly alone she feels.

"A gentleman, I see," Comes a coy voice. "Those are rare to find these days." And it's returned with a wink of her own.

She doesn't really care if people are gentleman or not as long as they don't do anything without her permission.

[category]

Someone who doesn't like to talk about their past? Talk about a woman after his own heart. Jack understands and respects that more than most people do. That's a code he's lived his very, very long life by and will likely continue to do so until the end of his existence -- if it ever manages to end, that is. Immortality's a pain that way.

If anyone told him that he'd live to be well over 2,000 while still looking like he was only 30, he would've laughed in their faces. Yet here he was, the man who can never die, looking at another couple of hundred years of outliving everyone around him.

"And just when would your days be, hmm?"

He can't help but ask. He's curious and Torchwood to his core, unable to shake some aspects of his training as a Time Agent in spite of having left the Agency a very long time ago.

[procures]

"9:38, Dragon." As in the Age of the Dragon. Thedas has a very different time calender than Earth does, to say the very least. And normally she might find the question strange but everything about this place is strange. Not to mention the whole his clothes are so different he must obviously come from a different world bit.

"I'd ask yours but I have a feeling I wouldn't know what the hell you're talking about."

Not that she cares. She likes meeting new people, especially weird ones. They tend to be the best sort, in her experience anyway.

[category]

"Dragon? Now that's a unit of time I've never come across before, and I've come across a lot."

He's been to the end of time and back, and not once has he heard of anyone who measured time by dragons. And yet he doesn't question the existence of them. Perhaps others from his time period (not that the 21st Century was his original time period, but it was the one he was happy to call home) would, but not Jack. He knew better; he's seen things and done things that defy all logic and reason.

Why not dragons? He used to have a pterodactyl flying around the Hub back in Cardiff.


"Probably not, but for the sake of answering the same question I asked you: 21st Century. 2012 -- Anno Domini or Current Era, depending on how you want to look at it."

[procures]

"You must of never been in Thedas, then." Which some might argue is for the best. Between the last Blight and the growing tensions over the mages and templars (Anders made a bold move, she'll give him that much) it's not exactly a fun place to live. But it's also never boring, which is what matters most to Isabela. She kind of prefers it when her hands are a little dirty anyway. Likes to live in the slums, hang out in taverns, that sort of thing.

"I've heard of a lot of Eras through history but none of the ones in my world were ever classified as common," She admits with a shrug of her shoulders

[category]

"That depends. What planet is it on? I might've passed through or at least by it at some point."

Sometimes Jack says things that directly contradict the image he's trying to uphold if you pay close enough attention. He masquerades as a man from the 21st Century, yet still conducts himself like he's a Time Agent, able to say anything in reference to fluctuating temporal folds or going off world. Like it was something that people just did.

And in his time, that was exactly the case.

But Jack hasn't been in his time since long before he first met the Doctor.

[procures]

Isabela laughs a little at that. Clearly, he has not been there.

"Thedas is the planet, darling."

[category]

"Ah," he says with an air of understanding, "a world where the world's name is the dominant one. Where I'm from, that's not necessarily the case. You say you're from Wales, not from Earth."

Not that he was originally from Wales. He didn't sound remotely Welsh and had spent the past few months living in Washington D.C. on the clear other side of the Atlantic. Jack wasn't even born on Earth.

[procures]

"Some people claim their countries. Antiva, Orleais, Ferelden. I only belong to the sea."

She may have been born in Rivani but she would hardly call it home. The closest she had ever come to that was Kirkwall. Or her ship.