entrancelogs | And I would walk 500 miles... [OPEN]

Who: Jack Sparrow and YOU.
Where: Anywhere in Wonderland. Literally, anywhere.
When: After all the murders and stuff.
Rating: PG-ish??? idk guys, I play a pirate.
Summary: When there's no events going on, Jack wanders, with a lack of anything else to do.
The Story: Jack walks at least five miles every day.

He's long since calculated exactly how many steps it takes to reach that quota. Wonderland makes him feel trapped -- he's never spent this much time on land before; he's never spent this much time in one location before -- and it fills him with a restless sort of energy he's not entirely sure what to do with. And so, he wanders.

But anxious energy isn't the only reason why he walks everyday. The events in Wonderland have a good amount to do with it. While some events don't seem to affect him at all, others were dangerous. And Jack wasn't about to let this place get the best of him. Not when he can just as easily fight back. And so, he wanders. Five miles a day.

But that's not to say he doesn't stop to chat, to eat, to drink. Because Jack knows that building up connections is just as valuable as being physically ready, if not even more so. And so he makes sure to stop and chat with Ellen as he passes the bar, as well as anyone else he might come across as he wanders up the stairs, down the stairs, through the mansion halls and outside on the grounds.

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Being without a ship never gets any better, Jack finds. Especially since he can't do anything about it. When Barbossa had marooned him and taken his hip, Jack could at least concentrate on getting revenge. With single minded determination, he'd focused on how he'd track Hector down, how he'd kill him and relishing in the idea of getting his ship back once and for all. But here, he can't do anything of the sort, what with Barbossa here and his ship back home.

It's enough to make him feel just a bit useless. Which not something Jack Sparrow knows what to do with.

"Oh? What is it a pirate looks like, then?" And he's actually pretty curious about the answer. After all, most people see him and immediately think pirate, and he's never really gotten a straight answer as to why or how. The more he can figure out about what other people think of a pirates, the better off he will be.

Jack doesn't think he's ever been described as sharp. At least, not in these clothes. His white shirt isn't exactly white and all the colors on his person have faded from overexposure to the sun, along with all the little rips and tears indicating well worn, and well loved clothes. Not to mention the beads and dangles all tied into his hair.

He'd think the Doctor was teasing, if he hadn't been entirely sincere about it. And, really, if there's one way to get on Jack's good side, it was by feeding his ego.

"Perhaps it's just the old fashioned look, eh?"

While no one person has ever dared steal the TARDIS away from him, he has lost her on a few occasions, usually due to gravity doing its work or because of unsound structures and bad landings, but even then, the few times he's realized he might never see his ship again have hardly made him happy.

And he's not used to being useless either, which he's starting to realize could become a possibility.

"Well, I suppose they look a bit normal, really, though I'm fairly sure they wear fabulous hats as well." And Jack's is especially fabulous, and even though the conditions of his clothes leave something to be desired, the Doctor has enough of an imagination to picture them as they could be, if they were repaired and kept well. As for the beads and dangles, they just contribute to the whole look, and so the Doctor appreciates them as well.

"I suppose it could be, but old-fashioned or not, I still like it."

And, all at once, Jack decides he rather likes this man. Because there aren't many people here who understand. Pirates don't look any different than normal people because, if they did, they would be rather poor pirates, wouldn't they?

And besides, the Doctor keeps complimenting his hat. And there's no better indication of friendship than good taste in hats.

However, the Doctor doesn't have a hat Jack can compliment in return or criticize into making better. But there is something that Jack can compliment. "That's a nice coat, mate. Captain's coat, ain't it?"Because, in Jack's practice, no one wears a coat like that unless they're captain of a ship. And the Doctor's coat seems new or, at least, well taken care of.

Which seems to be the norm, in Wonderland. Most people here have different clothes they were different days, all looking as new and taken care of as the last. By contrast, Jack only has the one of his outfit, and simply doesn't understand the point of owning more than one pair of clothes.

And besides, clothing cost money. Money he could be spending on rum or wenches. If nothing else, Jack has his priorities in check.

Perhaps he should have taken a leaf from Jack's book and picked out a fabulous hat to go along with his ensemble back on that Christmas Day not too long ago. But he hadn't had the foresight to realize just how attractive a well-placed pirate's hat can be. And he hadn't met the pirate captain either, so that clearly explains everything.

But he can't keep from lighting up in response to Jack's compliments about his coat. "I know, isn't it? I'm a bit fond of it, you know. It's very comfortable, keeps out all kinds of weather, and if I might say it, gives a man a particular look." He does stop to ponder if it could be called a captain's coat or not, but in the end he decides it can, even if he's not officially designated a captain. "And I suppose you could call it that, yeah."

And while the Doctor can somewhat understand the importance of rum and wenches (that one's a bit harder to grasp), it's his understanding that money is no object in Wonderland, which works for him, since he usually never has any. The closets see to all their needs, including but not limited to clothing, so Jack could easily satisfy himself there, if he were of a mind to.

But really, he can also understand not needing more than one set of clothes. He has a few himself, but he rotates those around as the mood and situation calls for it. He doesn't need more than those several outfits, as they've served him very well thus far.

"So, I wonder: where have you been? Seeing as how you're a pirate and everything which implies you do a lot of sailing, what places have you seen?"

And I would walk 500 miles... [OPEN]

Oops, I tl;dr'd on you.

I like tl;dr

Good, because sometimes I can't not.

I guess it's an occupational hazard of playing someone like Jack. Happens to me too with the Doctor.