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open_flame) wrote2011-02-09 04:02 pm
open_flame) wrote2011-02-09 04:02 pm
Twitter Log 2-9-11 (John and Liz have a not so pleasant chat. OR Jack's Wife V. Jack's Other Wife. )
John: And I thought I was bad...you people are freaks.
Liz: ...Prick.
John: What did I do?!
Liz: Your little freak comment.
John: Well, it's true. But I never said I wasn't a freak, too.
Liz: You implied we were worse than you, and I don't think that's possible.
John: ...Well.
Liz: Well ...what? *narrow eyes*
John: Nothing.
Liz: *huffs* God, I hate you!
John: *mocks* God, I hate you! *normal voice* I'm sure I hate you too.
Liz: Do not make fun of me! *huffs* Besides...we're supposed to hate each other. You and my husband have....history. Lots of history.
John: Lots and lots of history.
Liz: *death glare* Whatever...just don't use that word.
John: Fine.
Liz: *hesitant* Thank you. *cautious* So...um...the island isn't too boring for you?
John: Oh, no, it's fine. *forgot that his wriststrap is supposed to be broken and he's not supposed to be able to leave - oops*
Liz: *forced civility* Good, we don't want you get bored and fall off a cliff exploring. Or...eaten by a shark. That would be bad.
John: I'm sure you would be devastated. *sarcasm!*
Liz: *huffs* Look, my husband, *stresses that word* wants me to get along with you, OK? I'm -trying-.You're...sorta...not.
John: I'm...being civil. For me.
Liz: -This- is civil? Call me and my friends freaks. *scoff* I don't think so.
John: You can't take a joke, can you?
Liz: Not when I'm trying to...*don't say fix your marriage, Liz.* figure stuff out for the... wedding next week. I'm stressed.
John: Wedding? I thought you were already married. *eyebrow*
Liz: ..well. Jack asked me to remarry him. *nervous* Because of ...lots of things...*bites her lip, God it's weird talking to John about this* On Valentine's Day, we're renewing our wedding vows. *sheepish nod, unsure what else to say*
John: That's...really cute. Having trouble, are we? *not, that's not hope in his voice*
Liz: ...No! We're -fine-! Jack and I have a very strong marriage. It's just that we were expecting the vow renewal to be just us and the twins and now...you're here. That's ...complicated things, is all. Makes me ...*terrified* a little uneasy.
John: Afraid I'll mess things up for you? *smirks* Afraid Jack won't behave himself? Because you seem just a little insecure.
Liz: *forced laugh* Jack will be fine. I'm not worried about Jack, I'm worried about former time agents with horrible timing.
John: This is completely not my fault.
Liz: *coldly* I know. Just a *eyebrow* really weird coincidence, right?
John: Exactly.
Liz: *sigh* Of course, why else would you be here, now? Of all the islands on all the planets in all the universe, huh? -Coincidence-
John: ...Right.
Liz: ...right. *death glare* Try and keep anymore coincidences to a minimum, OK John? Till Jack comes up with a plan.
John: Mm. I'll try.
Liz: You'd better. Because I am not -nearly- as forgiving of bullshit as my husband is.
John: *just grins*
Liz: Stop that, right now!
John: What?
Liz: *gestures to his face* The fuckin' grin thing. Not helping me want to be a good wife and do what my husband asks of me.
John: I'm just grinning, god. Lighten up.
Liz: No many people can get me to lighten up, and you are not one of them. Grins like that are not to be trusted.
John: I resent that. *even though she's right*
Liz: Well too bad. I've...been....*huffs* Having these gut feelings more and more lately and they're haven't been wrong. -Ever.-
John: And what do they say about me?
Liz: You're up to something. Something....very bad. *eyebrow* Once a con man, always a con man, right?
John: That applies to your dear Jack as well, you know.
Liz: *narrow eyes* Jack's a far better man than you will ever be. That's like comparing apples and piles of shit.
John: I'm just saying. It's double standards, Jazz Hands.
Liz: *slowly, carefully* Give me a good reason to trust you, then. I want to trust you. You...seem like you could be a decent guy.
John: I care for Jack as much as you do. He seems to think I can be good, too, but...
Liz: I'm his wife. You -can't- care about him as much as I do. You were just his partner. *Bitch-mode is a go!*
John: *glares* Don't you dare assume you know how I feel about him, -what- I feel about him!
Liz: *foldy arms, though the outburst takes aback* I am not assuming anything. Anyone with eyes can see -you- are obsessed with Jack.
John: I love him! *now you've gone and done it, Liz*
Liz: *jawdrop, like it's a shock* I KNEW IT! *shoves* Well Jack doesn't love you! *another shove* He loves.....me! He told me so!
John: *shoves back* He's gonna get bored playing house, sooner or later. *another shove!* You can't keep him.
Liz: *sucker punch to the face!* He's not PLAYING HOUSE! We have children...we're having another child! We're....*sniffles, her hands starting to spark with blue fire. The sad fire* We are stronger than all this bullshit! We're stronger than YOU!
John: *stumbles back, about to hit back when her hands go blue, deciding maybe hand-to-hand isn't the wisest right now* You're playing house! Jack will never be happy that way. He needs adventure, he needs to play hero. He can't do that with a family.
Liz: *tries to be calm..anger is bad for the baby. She can't hurt the baby* He's....not the man you knew. *she will NOT let this asshole see her cry.* He wants a family. He...-NEEDS- us. It took him years so admit it but...he...needs me. He...promised.
John: He's a liar, Liz. It was his job for a very long time. He might think he needs you, but it'll change. He thinks he wants a family and then something happens and things aren't the same. I don't think Jack's capable of setting down roots.
Liz: *is silent for sometime, pulling back the fire and taking very deep breaths* You go ahead and -think- all you want, John. I -KNOW-, and you're wrong. I would bet my LIFE on it. You are wrong about Jack.
John: You're so sure? I built my life around him. He -was- my life. Look what happened.
Liz: *She can't look at John because that is exactly what she did: she bet EVERYTHING on Jack Harkness. Once again she's not 100% sure Jack is as invested in her as she is in him. Old, deeply running fears, but she'll never admit it* Well...sucks to be you.
John: And it'll suck to be you soon enough, Jazz Hands. *is very on edge now, old pain and memories coming back to torture him*
Liz: Just...*she groans in frustration, then draws a line in the sand with her foot* Stay the fuck off my families side of the island!
John: No. But don't worry. I won't hurt them.
Liz: *scoff* Well you're insane if you think I'm sleeping in the house with you on the couch. If you're there, I'm not sleeping.
John: Not really my concern, is it?
Liz: Guess not. But if you think I'm taking my eyes off you for a moment you're crazy.
John: Go right ahead. What exactly do you think I'm going to do?
Liz: I have no idea, but I'll be damned if I'm giving you the chance to do ANYTHING.
John: *rolls eyes*
Liz: *eyeroll back* We done here, or you want keep...discussing my husband?
John: ...No, I'm good.
Liz: Good. *sighs* Should I plan on you coming to dinner or...you gonna fend for yourself. *still trying to make nice like Jack asked*
John: *thinks about that* Dinner would be nice, actually.
Liz: We cook out. Usually just before sunset on that stretch of beach where the boys tent is. *nods* I...make s'mores after. *shrugs*
John: Really? Domestic bliss, is it? Sounds fun.
Liz: Yes. Not...playing house. We have family dinner every night we can, at home too. I'll ask Jack to make sure there's enough food.
John: Great. I'll be there. *is not jealous, nope nope!*
Liz: Good. *sighs* I'm gonna...go find Jack and my kids. Don't...um...*be nice, Liz!* Don't get eaten by a shark.
John: *eyebrow, but doesn't laugh or mock her* *progress!* See you later, Jazz Hands.
Liz: ...Prick.
John: What did I do?!
Liz: Your little freak comment.
John: Well, it's true. But I never said I wasn't a freak, too.
Liz: You implied we were worse than you, and I don't think that's possible.
John: ...Well.
Liz: Well ...what? *narrow eyes*
John: Nothing.
Liz: *huffs* God, I hate you!
John: *mocks* God, I hate you! *normal voice* I'm sure I hate you too.
Liz: Do not make fun of me! *huffs* Besides...we're supposed to hate each other. You and my husband have....history. Lots of history.
John: Lots and lots of history.
Liz: *death glare* Whatever...just don't use that word.
John: Fine.
Liz: *hesitant* Thank you. *cautious* So...um...the island isn't too boring for you?
John: Oh, no, it's fine. *forgot that his wriststrap is supposed to be broken and he's not supposed to be able to leave - oops*
Liz: *forced civility* Good, we don't want you get bored and fall off a cliff exploring. Or...eaten by a shark. That would be bad.
John: I'm sure you would be devastated. *sarcasm!*
Liz: *huffs* Look, my husband, *stresses that word* wants me to get along with you, OK? I'm -trying-.You're...sorta...not.
John: I'm...being civil. For me.
Liz: -This- is civil? Call me and my friends freaks. *scoff* I don't think so.
John: You can't take a joke, can you?
Liz: Not when I'm trying to...*don't say fix your marriage, Liz.* figure stuff out for the... wedding next week. I'm stressed.
John: Wedding? I thought you were already married. *eyebrow*
Liz: ..well. Jack asked me to remarry him. *nervous* Because of ...lots of things...*bites her lip, God it's weird talking to John about this* On Valentine's Day, we're renewing our wedding vows. *sheepish nod, unsure what else to say*
John: That's...really cute. Having trouble, are we? *not, that's not hope in his voice*
Liz: ...No! We're -fine-! Jack and I have a very strong marriage. It's just that we were expecting the vow renewal to be just us and the twins and now...you're here. That's ...complicated things, is all. Makes me ...*terrified* a little uneasy.
John: Afraid I'll mess things up for you? *smirks* Afraid Jack won't behave himself? Because you seem just a little insecure.
Liz: *forced laugh* Jack will be fine. I'm not worried about Jack, I'm worried about former time agents with horrible timing.
John: This is completely not my fault.
Liz: *coldly* I know. Just a *eyebrow* really weird coincidence, right?
John: Exactly.
Liz: *sigh* Of course, why else would you be here, now? Of all the islands on all the planets in all the universe, huh? -Coincidence-
John: ...Right.
Liz: ...right. *death glare* Try and keep anymore coincidences to a minimum, OK John? Till Jack comes up with a plan.
John: Mm. I'll try.
Liz: You'd better. Because I am not -nearly- as forgiving of bullshit as my husband is.
John: *just grins*
Liz: Stop that, right now!
John: What?
Liz: *gestures to his face* The fuckin' grin thing. Not helping me want to be a good wife and do what my husband asks of me.
John: I'm just grinning, god. Lighten up.
Liz: No many people can get me to lighten up, and you are not one of them. Grins like that are not to be trusted.
John: I resent that. *even though she's right*
Liz: Well too bad. I've...been....*huffs* Having these gut feelings more and more lately and they're haven't been wrong. -Ever.-
John: And what do they say about me?
Liz: You're up to something. Something....very bad. *eyebrow* Once a con man, always a con man, right?
John: That applies to your dear Jack as well, you know.
Liz: *narrow eyes* Jack's a far better man than you will ever be. That's like comparing apples and piles of shit.
John: I'm just saying. It's double standards, Jazz Hands.
Liz: *slowly, carefully* Give me a good reason to trust you, then. I want to trust you. You...seem like you could be a decent guy.
John: I care for Jack as much as you do. He seems to think I can be good, too, but...
Liz: I'm his wife. You -can't- care about him as much as I do. You were just his partner. *Bitch-mode is a go!*
John: *glares* Don't you dare assume you know how I feel about him, -what- I feel about him!
Liz: *foldy arms, though the outburst takes aback* I am not assuming anything. Anyone with eyes can see -you- are obsessed with Jack.
John: I love him! *now you've gone and done it, Liz*
Liz: *jawdrop, like it's a shock* I KNEW IT! *shoves* Well Jack doesn't love you! *another shove* He loves.....me! He told me so!
John: *shoves back* He's gonna get bored playing house, sooner or later. *another shove!* You can't keep him.
Liz: *sucker punch to the face!* He's not PLAYING HOUSE! We have children...we're having another child! We're....*sniffles, her hands starting to spark with blue fire. The sad fire* We are stronger than all this bullshit! We're stronger than YOU!
John: *stumbles back, about to hit back when her hands go blue, deciding maybe hand-to-hand isn't the wisest right now* You're playing house! Jack will never be happy that way. He needs adventure, he needs to play hero. He can't do that with a family.
Liz: *tries to be calm..anger is bad for the baby. She can't hurt the baby* He's....not the man you knew. *she will NOT let this asshole see her cry.* He wants a family. He...-NEEDS- us. It took him years so admit it but...he...needs me. He...promised.
John: He's a liar, Liz. It was his job for a very long time. He might think he needs you, but it'll change. He thinks he wants a family and then something happens and things aren't the same. I don't think Jack's capable of setting down roots.
Liz: *is silent for sometime, pulling back the fire and taking very deep breaths* You go ahead and -think- all you want, John. I -KNOW-, and you're wrong. I would bet my LIFE on it. You are wrong about Jack.
John: You're so sure? I built my life around him. He -was- my life. Look what happened.
Liz: *She can't look at John because that is exactly what she did: she bet EVERYTHING on Jack Harkness. Once again she's not 100% sure Jack is as invested in her as she is in him. Old, deeply running fears, but she'll never admit it* Well...sucks to be you.
John: And it'll suck to be you soon enough, Jazz Hands. *is very on edge now, old pain and memories coming back to torture him*
Liz: Just...*she groans in frustration, then draws a line in the sand with her foot* Stay the fuck off my families side of the island!
John: No. But don't worry. I won't hurt them.
Liz: *scoff* Well you're insane if you think I'm sleeping in the house with you on the couch. If you're there, I'm not sleeping.
John: Not really my concern, is it?
Liz: Guess not. But if you think I'm taking my eyes off you for a moment you're crazy.
John: Go right ahead. What exactly do you think I'm going to do?
Liz: I have no idea, but I'll be damned if I'm giving you the chance to do ANYTHING.
John: *rolls eyes*
Liz: *eyeroll back* We done here, or you want keep...discussing my husband?
John: ...No, I'm good.
Liz: Good. *sighs* Should I plan on you coming to dinner or...you gonna fend for yourself. *still trying to make nice like Jack asked*
John: *thinks about that* Dinner would be nice, actually.
Liz: We cook out. Usually just before sunset on that stretch of beach where the boys tent is. *nods* I...make s'mores after. *shrugs*
John: Really? Domestic bliss, is it? Sounds fun.
Liz: Yes. Not...playing house. We have family dinner every night we can, at home too. I'll ask Jack to make sure there's enough food.
John: Great. I'll be there. *is not jealous, nope nope!*
Liz: Good. *sighs* I'm gonna...go find Jack and my kids. Don't...um...*be nice, Liz!* Don't get eaten by a shark.
John: *eyebrow, but doesn't laugh or mock her* *progress!* See you later, Jazz Hands.