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tampered2008-03-28 06:32 pm
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Log; Complete
When; Friday, March 28th, evening
Rating; PG-13 forSaya violence
Characters; Saya![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
repairedbywebs and Jack Harkness handsomejack
Summary; Saya invites Jack over for dinner; main course, to be exact.
Log;
Subsistence was no way to make her life.
And yet, somehow, that's what was happening. She was subsisting. She was snacking on junk when she wanted a meal. No matter how much she avoided it, that was what ended up happening, and she was tired. Food was too important to be relegated to dogs. She hated the taste of dog; human male was much, much better.
And so she turned to what she thought was her greatest tool; the Network always provided her with something, even if something was usually less than par. Jack Harkness was no pushover and that was clear. However, he was over six feet tall, human, and had enough muscle mass to guarantee an adequate meal.
She finished up her work and compulsively straightened her collar, then headed to the main door of the warehouse. It was getting dark, and she suspected her would be by soon enough.
Rating; PG-13 for
Characters; Saya
repairedbywebs and Jack Harkness handsomejackSummary; Saya invites Jack over for dinner; main course, to be exact.
Log;
Subsistence was no way to make her life.
And yet, somehow, that's what was happening. She was subsisting. She was snacking on junk when she wanted a meal. No matter how much she avoided it, that was what ended up happening, and she was tired. Food was too important to be relegated to dogs. She hated the taste of dog; human male was much, much better.
And so she turned to what she thought was her greatest tool; the Network always provided her with something, even if something was usually less than par. Jack Harkness was no pushover and that was clear. However, he was over six feet tall, human, and had enough muscle mass to guarantee an adequate meal.
She finished up her work and compulsively straightened her collar, then headed to the main door of the warehouse. It was getting dark, and she suspected her would be by soon enough.