Jack grins widely at Mary's reaction. "And just think. This is Wales. Imagine what the rest of the world looks like."
But the question of timing is an interesting one. "Whatever Palitutu's trying to gain from our worlds, she picked the right time to come. Things have a tendency to get...." oh, what is the word Jack wants to use here? "...chaotic. Around Christmas."
Although the streets are filled with people, no one is looking at the group twice, despite their incredibly odd dress, or the fact that K'pandolu is...K'pandolu.
"But she said that we've got a chance, that the answer to improving the Soul Divider, and maybe actually stopping this mess might lie in our worlds. Come on. I've got an idea."
They walk down the side of the dock, the Tourist Information Center is directly on the bay, itself. It's only when they're right there that Jack thinks maybe going here isn't the best idea, but too late to turn back. He picks a newspaper out of a stand by the door. "December 23, 2009." Jack pauses, looks at the newspaper for a long moment, and then brightens. "Oh ho yes. Lights are on, but nobody's home..."
He seems to know exactly where the center keeps their hidden key, and unlocks the door. It's little more than a single room with a counter and pamphlets stacked high about all the things to see in the Cardiff area. What in the world would Jack want with this place?
The smile on Jack's face gets even more knowing, and even more excited, as he steps behind the counter, and opens a hidden keypad. He hits a few buttons, and a secret door in the wall slides open. He steps aside and makes a sweeping gesture for his companions to go first.
"We don't have to worry about running into anyone. Well, except for the bird brain. Company policy to give everybody Christmas off. Technically, I've crossed over my own timeline here, but I know where I am right now." Jack explains as they go down a long staircase, and the air gets gradually more humid. They aren't quite under the bay, but this close to it, they can feel it in the air.
At the very end of the staircase, the entire wall rotates out of place, revealing itself to be a cog door, thick as a bank vault. And what's on the other side of the door? Candy land. At least for the techies. Computer banks, a fully functional med area and autopsy bay, and one large machine dominating the room that looks familiar to anyone who has visited Jack's lab in the Crystal Research Center. Oh, and a pet pterodactyl that flies very far overhead as if to say hello to them all.
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But the question of timing is an interesting one. "Whatever Palitutu's trying to gain from our worlds, she picked the right time to come. Things have a tendency to get...." oh, what is the word Jack wants to use here? "...chaotic. Around Christmas."
Although the streets are filled with people, no one is looking at the group twice, despite their incredibly odd dress, or the fact that K'pandolu is...K'pandolu.
"But she said that we've got a chance, that the answer to improving the Soul Divider, and maybe actually stopping this mess might lie in our worlds. Come on. I've got an idea."
They walk down the side of the dock, the Tourist Information Center is directly on the bay, itself. It's only when they're right there that Jack thinks maybe going here isn't the best idea, but too late to turn back. He picks a newspaper out of a stand by the door. "December 23, 2009." Jack pauses, looks at the newspaper for a long moment, and then brightens. "Oh ho yes. Lights are on, but nobody's home..."
He seems to know exactly where the center keeps their hidden key, and unlocks the door. It's little more than a single room with a counter and pamphlets stacked high about all the things to see in the Cardiff area. What in the world would Jack want with this place?
The smile on Jack's face gets even more knowing, and even more excited, as he steps behind the counter, and opens a hidden keypad. He hits a few buttons, and a secret door in the wall slides open. He steps aside and makes a sweeping gesture for his companions to go first.
"We don't have to worry about running into anyone. Well, except for the bird brain. Company policy to give everybody Christmas off. Technically, I've crossed over my own timeline here, but I know where I am right now." Jack explains as they go down a long staircase, and the air gets gradually more humid. They aren't quite under the bay, but this close to it, they can feel it in the air.
At the very end of the staircase, the entire wall rotates out of place, revealing itself to be a cog door, thick as a bank vault. And what's on the other side of the door? Candy land. At least for the techies. Computer banks, a fully functional med area and autopsy bay, and one large machine dominating the room that looks familiar to anyone who has visited Jack's lab in the Crystal Research Center. Oh, and a pet pterodactyl that flies very far overhead as if to say hello to them all.
"Welcome to Torchwood."