You weren’t always like this, all impulses and sex and violence. Time was, you were just like everyone else; all urges in check, none any more than anyone else, rather average for the century. Of course, back then /certain/ ones hadn’t even been considered yet, but that’s hardly the point; nothing to suggest they would’ve been any more out of control than any of the others. But it didn’t stay that way.
Courses at the Academy: geography, technology, charm, history, English, culture, foreign languages, combat training, science (chemistry, biology, anatomy/physiology, physics), torture, maths, literature, psychology, basic survival, sex ed, government
Academy in general: seen as heroes, was a prestigious organisation that does what others cannot.
Academy life: trainees live in dorms, two to a dorm. Single beds. Full-fledged agents live off-site, but in Agency-owned apartments. Living quarters were built well, but by the end of the agency they’d begun to be less well-kept and started falling apart
Other things for general musing: “captain” could be a title earned based on merit through the agency, but it’s not an easy thing to achieve, and probably only jack actually got the title that way. That or it’s from when he was working with the RAF in ww2, who knows, maybe it’s a combination of the two. either way, by the time the agency was shut down, they probably weren’t awarding it anymore.
Time agents didn’t go by their real names. They either adopted them from other people they’d encountered, or created them all on their own, and changed them based on personal need. This explains why jack and john needed to introduce themselves in kkbb; the last time they saw each other they probably went by different names, and so this was a way of informing the other of what they were going by currently
( Musing rambling past here )
So...I'm in Canada. Oh joy of joys, somebody kill me now before I die of...somethin' I'd rather not die of. Montreal, to be specific, and I /guess/ it's not as bad as I was thinkin' it would be. Aside from the whole "goin' to visit the last known residence of your boyfriend's dead ex" thing...Can't even /tell/ you how awkward this trip is. Whole /layers/ of awkward, like a bloody /onion/. Or was it a parfait...Doesn't matter. Stupid movie, anyway. And it's not the point.
The point....oh, found it. Sittin' here with a bottle, or two, Jack's off reminiscing with Gwen or whatever - don't much care as long as he ends up back here when they're done. Anyway, I've got to thinkin'. I know, always a bad idea, /particularly/ when I've been drinkin'...But there it is. I've been thinkin'. About the past, things that...well, I'd rather not think about, but this whole damn trip seems to be about that, so...Might as well join the bloody club, right? And since I'm in a sharing mood, for whatever reason....
( Go here since it could take a while... )
I'm warning you, it's not pretty. Told you; shouldn't be allowed to think when I'm pissed.
[ooc note: Takes place during night two of John's LA adventures - the night before when they actually started going out to get the robot. Since I'm picky about the accuracy of timelines]
Alright, I’m gettin’ tired of typin’ in the lyrics, so I’m not gonna bother this time around. Just…find the song somewhere, or look up the words if you’re so inclined; it’s relevant.
( So. Jack's finally come to his senses... )