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CHARACTERS: EVERYONE
LOCATION: MED BAY
WARNINGS: ... Partial nudity? It should be pretty tame, but let me know if I need to add anything.
SUMMARY: Side-effects of a jump may include disorientation and temporary memory loss. Fortunately, there are a handful of others who have been through this before.
NOTES: Yes, it's a rehashing of the game premise. Don't worry, you can personalize your own (re-)introduction!

You wake up, alone in the dark.

There's a breathing tube jammed down your trachea, and you're suspended in a tube of clear blue fluid. Upon registering your level of consciousness, the gravity couch drains the fluid surrounding you and retracts the breathing apparatus; the doors in front of you open, and you're deposited on the floor of a stark, sterile medical bay.

Don't worry, you are not alone. There are others who have come before you, others who are awakening beside you. Some may be familiar to you, perhaps even friends. They will help you through your disorientation, even though they might suffer from it too.

After you catch your breath and your vision returns, you notice a number on the inside of your forearm. Maybe it's a familiar number. Maybe it means something. Maybe it's just a number. But the number—completely unique to you—is a tattoo, and it does not come off.

If you enter the room adjacent to the medbay, you will find a small locker with your number on it, surrounded by rows upon rows of identical lockers. Inside, you will find a few of your personal items, a communications device, and a ship's uniform in your exact size. The comms device is fully powered and connects directly to the ship's network; it's your only means of communication beyond physical conversation. Upon turning the device on, a neutral, automated voice will say, "Please take the blue lift to the passenger quarters." Any other attempts at communicating with the rest of the network are met only with static.

This is your welcome party.

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Jack doesn't doubt that they can find a shower and be quiet. Or maybe they can make it back to their room in time. Who knows? It's really up to whatever Ianto lets him get away with, lets him know is okay. Sticking his hands in his pockets, Jack follows along with Ianto down the hallway towards the shower, letting Ianto keep his eye out for others while Jack himself rather admired the other man's figure in that jumpsuit, how it clung in several places and pulled over his body when he walked. Ianto always did have nice legs and a cute butt, nice broad shoulders, and much though Ianto would prefer to wear something else it was definitely a good look on him.

Ianto can feel Jack's eyes on him, but he doesn't mind. He never minds. Sometimes he'll even do something provocative like 'accidentally' drop a pen and then bend over enticingly to pick it up, all while keeping a straight face. Unfortunately he doesn't have a pen, and his stomach is growling.

Quick shower then, then a quick trip to the kitchen, then some very leisurely sex.

Still, once they get to the showers, he can't help but strip in a way he knows will get Jack going, stretching and arching and exaggerating his movements just enough to show off.

Jack loves that Ianto plays along with his needs, and he admires the show that the other man is giving him with a grin, moving to start stripping himself.

"You keep teasing me like that, Mr. Jones, and I'm not sure that we'll make it as far as our room," he warns the other man.

"Is that so?" he responds, his voice lilting with mischief. "The great Captain Jack Harkness, so hot and bothered he can't contain himself for, say, twenty minutes? That sounds like a challenge to me..."

Pulling the stopwatch from his discarded jumpsuit, he flashes a playful grin at Jack, his thumb hovering over the button on top. Out of all the things they do together, he often likes these games the best.

Jack cracks a smile at the other, stepping out of his clothes and into the spray of the shower, letting it wash over him before he responds. "You don't think I can manage it?" he asks, with a grin. "I am 'the great Captain Jack Harkness', after all," he adds, quoting Ianto's words. He raises an eyebrow back at Ianto, as if to say 'if that's what you want, challenge accepted'. It should be noted that he is very much aroused, regardless as to whatever games they may or may not be playing with a stopwatch.

"We'll see," he says with a grin, depressing the button on the stopwatch and setting it down before stepping into the shower, very deliberately brushing up against Jack as he moves over to the next shower. There's a curtain between them, but Ianto doesn't bother to draw it closed as he turns on the water and steps into the spray.

The game is on, and while Ianto's goal is to drive Jack absolutely insane, he's very aware that it will be no small challenge of his own to keep his own sanity in the face of a naked, wet, very aroused Jack Harkness.