But Lasts Much Longer

Captain John has brought Helena Wells to the future! Demonstrating the wonders of the Time Agency Wrist strap.

At present they're on Asteroid 789 in the 33rd century - a lonely outpost a few billion lightyears from Earth, in a pub sampling the the drinks available.

And discussing Helena's plans to get a Wrist strap of her very own.

But its foggier then...uh...I don't have an appropriate comparision to draw...but anyway it's foggy.

You know what's weird, it's foggy in all the other universes, what the fuck? I suppose this is one of those virus thingies.

Point of interest though! I'm fine? Go me! Although considering that thus far all I can see is that makes people not care about their actions and all, that's a valid reason why. I mean, I don't care about my actions normally most of the time so...heh, fail virus!

But people are concerned, and I suppose if everyone goes really insane and tries to kill me action may have to be taken. Kasumi seems to be OK though! :OD Which is good because, we need polite people out there, who cook nicely.

Oh, here's something of interest:



Ha ha, I'm strangely amused by that! I'm not a robot, but hey I could very well be changing your future. ;O)

Here's another strangely accurate one!



I like it!

There is another thing about this virus that's giving me the shits...I can't travel...seriously. That's fucked.

How's My Driving!

Be honest now, I won't cry ;O)

I'm not blue anymore! :OD Jeannie cured me with a kiss.

Hee...snogs make it all better!

Anywho! My New Year's Eve was spent at the Karaoke Club and the party was brilliant! Best function on the whole island and perhaps the whole Multiverse!

How'd you people find your New Year's?

THE IC SUPERLATIVES MEME

C'mon friendly friends, I'm sure you've all got something to say to me! ;O)

Because I doooo! Thanks for the money! :O) I've booked a ticket to New York City! Which is just as well because I got myself fired somehow. I have no idea why, I mean the fellow was been just completely unruly and not to mention rude!

Perhaps I shouldn't have thrown him? Typical 21st century wussiness I think! I've been thrown out of clubs, pubs, hotels and places of worship and I'm just fine!

So yes, I got fired, got my last pay and now I'm ready to travel! 21st century airplanes, here I come!

In other news, I have been cruelly tricked! That Azula is sixteen if she's a day and I look like some sort of dirty old man. Which I resent! I am not old! Also I keep my shagging possibilities limited to the over-20s, is it my fault that it's hard to tell what age people are. Look at Jack! He's like a thousand and his only managed a few grey hairs.

Anyway! I do however have the lovely Kasumi on my side! Reminds me a bit of Tosh - who was very polite indeed. Terribly sorry about Tosh :O(

But yes anyway...I got many a good snog under the mistletoe the other day, I'm thinking I need to get me one of those in a hat of some kind. I need never go wanting again!

And finally! Jack did you ever get that hypervodka I left you? Have you mass produced it yet? I'm suffering from withdrawal!

Call meee!

After running into Captain Jack and Eye Candy - well, as much as one can run into someone through these 21st century computers - and dropping off the last of his hypervodka at the Invisible Lift to The Hub (see how generous!), John has gone job hunting!

Pub work has been suggested and so that's what John's going for, there's a lot of pubs in Cardiff and John will got to each one - except the Bar Reunion. There was a bit of unpleasantness last time he was there.

There's a pub just a stone's through from the Millenium Centre where Jack and his little Team have their base of operations. John thinks it would be quite fun to work there, who knows who might pop in from Hub.

Something called The Eli Jenkins, what a bizarre name...John strides in through the doors, the place is bustling at this time of night, one of those 21st century sport games is on the TV screens about the pub.

John heads up to the bar and leans against it in a seductive and cajoling manner, great for job-getting he's sure.

"Hey there."

The man behind the bar looks up and gives him a good look. "Nice jacket." He says in those drawling Welsh tones that Jack finds so attractive - John personally could take it or leave it.

"Why thank you, I'm proud of it," he gives his coat sleeve a loving stroke. "Now, I was just wondering if I could be...of any service to you."

The bartender blinks looking slightly confused. "Er...service?"

"Behind the bar," John elaborates, evidentally this fellow's mind is in the gutter.

"Oh! Well...have you had any experience?"

John gives the fellow his most sincere look, which is pretty damn sincere. "Oh yes, let me tell you I've been closely involved in all manner of alcholic consumption."

The bartender chuckles slightly. "Recreationally?"

"Oh, I could have made a profession of it!" John widens his eyes for that innocent look. "I can do tricks!" He reaches out sweeps up a few glasses from behind the counter and proceeds to juggle them.

This display attracts the attention of the nearby patrons, who all applauded, John grinned and took a bow or two setting the glasses back down.

The bartender still isn't entirely convinced.

"I have a drink concocotion to show you, made it up myself."

The bartender looks slightly wary now, but the patrons egg him on, obviously the oddly dressed stranger has caught their fancy.

The bartender invites John behind the bar and he sets to work. A dash of scotch here, some lemon juice, a bit of purple coloured stuff (he heasn't figured out how to pronounce the name yet), peach and a twist of lime.

"I call it the Naughty Poodle," John presents it to the nearest patron with a flourish.

The patron takes an experimental sip, while John waits...

And waits...

The patron takes a longer deeper sip. "This is brilliant!"

John claps his hands and turns to the bartender.

More waiting... "Hmmm...well, I suppose I could give you a trial."

John grabs the guys hand and shakes it vigourously. "Won't let you down my good sir!"

The bartender blinks looking quite surprised by the excitement there. "Just a trial, mind," he repeats.

Once he gets his hand back he writes some information on a card and hands it over. "Come back tomorrow at 6 and we'll get you started."

John's first thought is to give the guy a nice big smooch, but fortunately for his future job prospects he refrains. Instead he gives a little salute.

"See you tomorrow then...boss..."

Hope the moneys good!

So a few days ago I suddenly found myself on a tropical island, no joke!

I was planning to take a little hop to the 18th century - a century I remember fondly - but I ended up on this island instead.

And who did I run into? Jack! Oh I love fate.

But oddly enough, it wasn't the Jack I just left behind, it was one from almost a year ago. Dunno if this is bad or good, I'll settle for good what with the naked volleyball game and being in the room across from dear old Jack. Apparently he's got some hot roommates (well he didn't specifiy but knowing Jack they'd have to be) but I haven't seen them yet. That'll have to change...

Anywho! Here I am in my nice little room with picturesque scenery just out the window, hypervodka and my wrist strap! Goddesses! I was terrified I'd lost it for good.

Now I just need to worry about the hypervodka, there's only four bottles here, wonder if I can figure out how to make some of my own, although I can't remember if they've got alien ingredients in that stuff...either way I'm sure I can make a decent fascimile. Improvisation is one of my many talents.

There's just one downside...this place requires you to get a job, like an actual legal job...I'd consider trying to get out of it, but considering that even Jack has one, it doesn't look like it'll be easy to get out of either.

Wish me luck at the Help Desk or whatever they have in this places...