forum One on One RP anybody?

Started July 23, 2019 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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Jack nodded, and put his plate in the sink. "Alright. I'm going to straighten up a little. Fix my hair, clean my face." He chuckled softly, knowing his red hair was extremely messy. It always was after he woke up.

Lincoln smiled again, “That’s a good plan,” He dipped his head and stood up to walk out of the kitchen. He stopped in the doorway to glance at Jack’s messy hair one last time it would be fixed. “I don’t know if it would be inappropriate for me to say this, but I like your red hair.”

Jack nodded, then blinked. "Oh. It's…thanks." he said with a small smile. He wanted to return the compliment, but at the same time…he wasn't sure how Lincoln would react. How the other male would take it. He smiled, and headed towards his room.

Lincoln nodded with acknowledgement and continued towards his own room to change into a nice, navy blue striped suit. He tossed the robe onto the bed and began unbuttoning his undershirt to replace with a clean, unwrinkled one.

Jack went to his room and combed his hair so that it lay neatly on his head, and got dressed, taking off the nightshirt that Lincoln had loaned him and setting it neatly on the bed.

Lincoln fastened a black tie around his neck using a mirror to aid him. He folded down the white collar around his neck, and pulled on his navy blue suit over the undershirt. He brushed his black hair close against his head, and worked in a bit of oil to keep it neat and to tame those unruly tiny hairs around his temples. He looked at himself in the mirror, silently deciding that even though he was still self-conscious of his face and skin, he still seemed appropriately professional to appear before Jack.

Jack sighed softly, working as best he could without a mirror. After a few minutes of touching his hair to make sure that it was flat and good, not sticking up, he tugged on his clothes, doing his best to make sure that they weren't wrinkled and dirty. He would need to get new ones soon, or borrow some of Lincoln's.

After getting dressed, Lincoln walked down the hallway to the guest room, but stopped before he peered in, “Are you decent?” He asked just to make sure he was dressed before just waltzing in.

Jack opened the door, and finished buttoning his shirt up. "Yeah." he replied with a small smile, unable to stop his eyes from dipping and studying Lincoln's outfit, before returning his attention to Lincoln's face and eyes. "Ready to go?"

Lincoln cleared his throat to distract himself from Jack’s dapper appearance, “Yes, I’m ready,” he nodded, “Do you need anything else?”

Jack smiled, and shook his head. "Nope, I'm good." He replied. "Let's go." He had Tip tucked in his pocket, just in case. The rules stated that he needed to keep the little device with him at all times, so he was goijg to do so.

Lincoln smiled and turned around to head towards the creaky stairs. He kept one hand in the rail as a habit as he descended down into his workshop. It was significantly colder down there after his fireplace had burned out. It was easier to keep the upstairs warm in the winter.

Jack followed him down the stairs, shivering slightly as they entered the cold lower level. He wrapped his arms around his body as he made his way over to where his coat was hung, and put it on quickly, along with his hat. He blew out a breath, putting his hands in his pockets.

Lincoln did the same with his own winter coat and top hat. He took the time to button down his coat, meticulously fastening each button with a consistent speed. Once done with that, he took less time to slip on his boots and open the door for Jack.

Jack went outside, and shivered, buttoning up his jacket, then putting his hands back in his pockets. He wished that he had thought to bring gloves with him, but he hadn't. He should have. He sighed softly, watching his breath go and turn to steam in the cold air.

Lincoln followed out the door behind him. He buried his chin in his coat collar to ward off at least some of the cold. He shivered, keeping his hands stuffed in his pockets.

Jack turned to him, and tucked his chin down in his coat as well. "Where to?" He asked, voice slightly muffled by the coat, though not much.

“This way to the hardware store first,” he took his hand out of his pocket to gesture left, “I’ll be able to get what I need there.”

Jack nodded, and started walking beside Lincoln. "Okay." He replied simply, touching Tip in his pocket. He wanted to go home, but at the same time…he kind of wanted to stay here with Lincoln for a while longer.

Lincoln gave a sideways glance to jack as he turned over an idea in his mind. He seemed to want to ask something, but every time he opened his mouth or mustered enough courage, he decided against it. Surely this wasn’t as controversial topic as sexuality…
“When we get Tip fixed…could I go to a different time period with you? Just for a trip, I wouldn’t want to live there or anything.”

Jack thought about the question for a long moment, chewing on his inner lip. He released a sigh, watching his breath turn to steam in the cold air. "I…think so. If you want to. But…whatever you would see while on that trip, you can't tell people. It would change the past. Er, my past. Your present and future. Like…depending on what you said or did, it could have catastrophic results. For instance, the future could change enough that time machines were never invented, so time travelers don't exist, which would then mean I never got stuck here. But if I never got stuck here, then you never saw the future, which means the past didn't change. But if the past didn't change, then time travelers do exist, so I did get stuck here and showed you the future. Which means that the past did change, which means time travelers don't exist, and so on. It's called a paradox, and they're nasty little friends. Very difficult to fix."

Lincoln’s mind reeled at the thought, having to blink a few times to reorient himself after that. “Wow, Okay.” He rubbed his temple, “That’s a lot.” He wiped a hand down his face, “If I do go…I will have to be very careful. Or else, catastrophic results. But then again, I would love to be able to see technology from the future. It would really help get me out of the work paralysis I’m in at the moment.”

Jack chuckled softly, and nodded. "Yeah." He replied. "Basically, don't talk about anything you saw to anyone else." He said, smiling slightly. "I don't want the future impacted too much." He chuckled again.

Lincoln laughed along, but fell quiet in happy contentment for a moment or two before he asked another question, “Have you ever changed anything in the past that affected your present? The time you’re from?”

Jack chewed on his lip. "Weeellll…" His cheeks turned red, and it wasn't just from the cold. "Yeahhhh." He replied in a long, slow drawl. "I may have, erm… accidentally married the queen of England. Back in 1520." He replied. "And uhm…sort of accidentally got her pregnant? I was drunk. But uhm. That's probably the weirdest one. Then there was the time when I accidentally caused like…three paradoxes? I think? Wait would the plural of paradox be paradoxes or paradoxi? Hmm…" He trailed off, chewing on his lip.