Jck eventually made it back to his room after Vala's class. First thing he did was make a call and leave a message for Cedric. Second thing he did was water the plant ( Read more... )

Jack was covered in pie.

Again.

He was having serious flashbacks to the day it had rained pie on him and only him.

This wasn't quite so bad, but it was still pie, and it was still on him, so he was in the shower, scrubbing whip cream out of his hair.

He was also singing, pretty much oblivious to the outside world.

[door is closed, post is ( Read more... )

Jack had dragged himself out of bed early and down to J,GoB, returning with pastries, all sweet and flaky, before handwavily calling Cedric ( Read more... )

It was fairly late, but Jack wasn't really tired. Good thing too, as he'd handwavily arranged with Annette that she come by tonight instead of last night.

He was looking out the window, formulating idle plans, half-wishing it was Cedric he was waiting for, before he cut that thought off. That way lay madness, or something.

[ooc: for Annette, ( Read more... )

Jack was stretched out on his bed, totally relaxed. His day had been so exciting, he was taking a nap.

Sort of a nap.

Mostly he was daydreaming about...actually, never mind. It's probably best just to leave that to your imagination, but he had a very wide smile on his face. He'd handwavily rescheduled this evening's lesson (and he still wasn't ( Read more... )

Jack was sitting in the chair under the window with a pen, a pad of paper, and a stack of printouts, trying to decide where to take Sam. He was pretty sure he had it narrowed down to one of two places, both private, both ridiculously luxurious. "Mountains or desert?" he asked the plant ( Read more... )

Jack yawned and stretched as he shut the door behind him. He'd been out running - around the island and down to the beach, through the preserve and out to Selkie Cove - just for the fun of it, until he couldn't run anymore ( Read more... )

Room 215 was quiet this morning as the sun snuck in past the curtains. Jack was barely awake, and more than a little bit worn out, but he opened his eyes and blinked sleepily, chuckling a little at the cards that were scattered over the bed. He covered a yawn, then ran a hand down Cedric's chest and snuggled closer, happy to settle back into a half ( Read more... )

Room 215 had some new accessories. It had pizza, in a box on the floor. It had beer, because beer traditionally goes very well with pizza. It had a shirtless Jack (though that doesn't really count as new, seeing as it's practically his default setting) sitting on the floor, with the pizza and the beer, idly shuffling a deck of cards ( Read more... )

Jack was dreaming. He knew that. It was cold and dark, and the rain streamed down his face as he turned it up to the starless sky. He hated dreams like this, dreams that were just memory, his imagination too lazy to bother with embellishment.

Was a purple elephant or a chicken in a top hat or a naked dancing anyone really too much to ask for ( Read more... )