[There's a sort of brightness to him, an even more confident slant to his posture as he gets ready to tell. It was obvious to him who was still on his mind, despite himself, but he'd run with it.]
Now, in this distant little corner of the universe there was this planet called Gallifrey. It was supposed to be a gorgeous place, all red and gold and shining, with a fantastic citadel covered by a protective dome, like a high end snow globe.
[Jack gestured as he spoke, shaping the dome in the air and illustrating the domes. It was a little more description than he'd had most of his life, but Rose had gotten the Doctor to talk - just a little - in that way only she could, and he'd been lucky enough to listen.]
Now, there's more to it than that of course. Because these guys? They were some of the first people to develop time travel, and they got good. But they also got a little high and mighty. 'Time Lord' isn't a name anyone else gave them. But they could see, supposedly, the way things were supposed to go, and if anyone else tried to change things up in the timestream, they'd be there to stop it. To keep things like paradoxes from happening. The thing is, other than this, they got this strict non-interference policy. They wouldn't help you out any other way, barely even interacted with anyone off their planet - or outside of their bubble, actually. They became the self-declared wise observers of time and the universe and everything in it.
[Jack waited a moment to take a breath, to let the background set in.]
Now, there was one Time Lord who wasn't so fond of that idea, who thought the rest of them were stodgy old buzzards and wanted to see the universe first-hand. [If there's a modicum of fondness slipping into his voice, he's trying his best to hide it.] So he stole one of their time ships and...off he went. The other Time Lords...they didn't like that very much.
[He shrugs, like he can't imagine why not.]
So this rogue Time Lord would get into trouble, zip around time and space sticking his nose into everyone's business, and overall be against everything they stood for. They caught him, at one point. Wiped his companions' memories and sent them back to where they were from. And then they killed him. But the Time Lords, they're a little like cats. They want attention on their own terms, are up for a little adoration, and they've got more than one life. When you kill a Time Lord, they just...change. Come back as a completely different person - looks, personality, favorite foods - but they've still got the same memories. The same heart, soul, however you want to put it.
[Jack looks pensive for a moment, still, for now, very much enjoying the telling of the story. He takes a sip of his tea and only makes a little of a face when it turns out to be cold. Ah well.]
But I guess, before I go into the Time War, I have to tell you about the Daleks.
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[There's a sort of brightness to him, an even more confident slant to his posture as he gets ready to tell. It was obvious to him who was still on his mind, despite himself, but he'd run with it.]
Now, in this distant little corner of the universe there was this planet called Gallifrey. It was supposed to be a gorgeous place, all red and gold and shining, with a fantastic citadel covered by a protective dome, like a high end snow globe.
[Jack gestured as he spoke, shaping the dome in the air and illustrating the domes. It was a little more description than he'd had most of his life, but Rose had gotten the Doctor to talk - just a little - in that way only she could, and he'd been lucky enough to listen.]
Now, there's more to it than that of course. Because these guys? They were some of the first people to develop time travel, and they got good. But they also got a little high and mighty. 'Time Lord' isn't a name anyone else gave them. But they could see, supposedly, the way things were supposed to go, and if anyone else tried to change things up in the timestream, they'd be there to stop it. To keep things like paradoxes from happening. The thing is, other than this, they got this strict non-interference policy. They wouldn't help you out any other way, barely even interacted with anyone off their planet - or outside of their bubble, actually. They became the self-declared wise observers of time and the universe and everything in it.
[Jack waited a moment to take a breath, to let the background set in.]
Now, there was one Time Lord who wasn't so fond of that idea, who thought the rest of them were stodgy old buzzards and wanted to see the universe first-hand. [If there's a modicum of fondness slipping into his voice, he's trying his best to hide it.] So he stole one of their time ships and...off he went. The other Time Lords...they didn't like that very much.
[He shrugs, like he can't imagine why not.]
So this rogue Time Lord would get into trouble, zip around time and space sticking his nose into everyone's business, and overall be against everything they stood for. They caught him, at one point. Wiped his companions' memories and sent them back to where they were from. And then they killed him. But the Time Lords, they're a little like cats. They want attention on their own terms, are up for a little adoration, and they've got more than one life. When you kill a Time Lord, they just...change. Come back as a completely different person - looks, personality, favorite foods - but they've still got the same memories. The same heart, soul, however you want to put it.
[Jack looks pensive for a moment, still, for now, very much enjoying the telling of the story. He takes a sip of his tea and only makes a little of a face when it turns out to be cold. Ah well.]
But I guess, before I go into the Time War, I have to tell you about the Daleks.