013: snowmaggedon, snowpocalypse, whatever you want to call it

[hawkeyeiowa]

[Back home, Iowa, like most states in the 2,500 mile snowstorm line, have been completely thrashed by waves upon waves of blinding snow. Sure, this winter has been harsh, and the Plains states tend to get plenty of snow, but this is particularly bad. Iowa already had to report that every major highway had ice and snow on it. Snowfall records are

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[badgerbadassus]

[ Least to say, Gabe hasn't been faring too well with only Miller and Sprecher, something that wasn't near strong enough for him and one being root beer. It wasn't having good effects on him on that problem, being off alcohol had made him ... a little on edge. Although that's an understatement. Right now, he's suffering from a high fever and for some reason he wasn't thinking clearly because of it.

It was actually very painful to walk around, to move with a terrible headache and nausea, but he needed to talk and socialize with someone somehow. Besides, Jack was a nice person to talk to, he was Lou's brother and Lou was equally a nice sort of person. So he assumed, by that logic both were great people.

Not that he had much of it now, however at least he's dressed warmly as he knocked on the door, before slowly opening it himself - figuring maybe he should let himself in. ]

... Jack? [ His voice was hoarse and sounded a little bit more lethargic than usual. ]

[hawkeyeiowa]

[Luckily, Jack never has had to consider himself an alcoholic though that's saying nothing for his once-upon-a-time meth addiction, and considers himself more of a recreational drinker. However, he did expect Gabe would have some kind of problem if indeed what ever happened affected all the states.

In part to Gabe being his friend, and in another part to guessing the other state is completely miserable, Jack pokes his head out of the blankets and turns his head toward the door.]

Come in!

[badgerbadassus]

[ Awkwardly wandering on in, he looks around the the room, moving more slowly than usual before he decides to wander over towards the couch - making sure that he won't accidentally step or trip over anything. If Jack was to look at him, one could tell that he had a fever.

Of course this wasn't from the cold. It was from being taken off alcoholism, his arms moved shakily forward, while he was looking for a place to sit down. Gabe was clearly just waiting for permission. ]

Was... wonderin' how ya were doin' and... what drinks ya got, ya know? I got good soda but... a piece of shit beer ...

[hawkeyeiowa]

[He gently urges his dog off the couch, who in turn looks at Jack like he mortally wounded him before laying down under Jack's feet. Jack then pats the spot on the couch beside him, looking a bit concerned.]

Yeah, I'm good, but, you okay? You're lookin' kinda flushed.

[sowonia]

[oh, what's this? megan actually wearing a regular down jacket? probably because it's like 13 degrees back in oklahoma. shivering, she knocks on the door, before deciding it's too freezing to stand outside and letting herself in slowly.]
Jack? You bundled up in there?

[hawkeyeiowa]

[And here he was, associating Oklahoma with warmth and tornadoes. So, this is a surprise. But, then again, is anything a surprise after a huge blizzard like this?]

Oh, yeah! Come on in.

[sowonia]

[and come in she will, shutting the door against the raging cold outside and taking a moment to defrost herself.]
It's thirteen degrees at home right now. [stated n an almost doomsday voice.]
Since when did we all turn into an ice box like this, you think?

[hawkeyeiowa]

[He burrows into his blanket cocoon a little as a rush of cold air comes in through the front door, before peeking his head up again.]

Since the weather hates us? [Said very honestly.]

[lakesyaknow]

[ There's a knock on the door. Sven figures he better talk to Jack after all the all the incidents. Besides, they hardly ever talk and he does worry about him every now and then. He would have brought hot cocoa with him, but sadly this little drink thing has limited him a lot. ]

[hawkeyeiowa]

[He had been thinking the same thing before, and part of him is still a little ashamed for what he thought after he saw Sven dead. Even so, what better time to talk then when you literally have nowhere to go?

And, he can understand. He had hot cocoa saved for a day like this. Way to go for terrible timing.]

Uh, come in?

[lakesyaknow]

[ He makes his way in with slight hesitation ]

Hey Jack! Heard about yer little snowpocalypse... I just wanted to check on ya.

[hawkeyeiowa]

[Both he and his dog stretch out to look over at Sven. Jack raises an eyebrow, moreso in surprise. Mitch just rolls onto his back and yawns. They're a good pair.]

Oh, thanks. Heard ya got plenty, too. [He looks back at his dog, nudging him a little. Mitch doesn't seem to notice at all.] Wanna sit down? I'll push the behemoth off the couch.

[cicero_comare]

You might see the hand of a buried Chicago waving pathetically. "HELP ME." The car is buried, her house is buried, everything is white. Lend a hand?

[hawkeyeiowa]

[If he could get out of his own house, that would be a start. At least his dog notices her, sitting at the bay window and whining.]

[cicero_comare]

Waves some more. "Throw me a shovel? A little help here?"

[hawkeyeiowa]

[Sloooowly he looks toward the snow shovel near his front door. However, getting to that requires getting up, which he also does slowly. Oh, curb his enthusiasm.]

I'm gettin' there.

[illannoyance]

[ And not too far from chicago, there's a passed out Vince in snow. You can't tell if he's sad or not because he's face down, and more than likely completely hungover from the plethora of Goose Island Beer.

This is what a champion looks like. ]

[hawkeyeiowa]

[You're an American hero, Vince. You will be some child's idol, if only to encourage him to grow up and be an absolute loser, or something like that. At least, that's what Jack thinks.

So, he moves his mobile heating station, ferret and all, over to the front door, shivering at the wave of cold that meets him when he opens it.]

Vince, what the hell are ya doin'? [Not like he can hear him or anything.]

[illannoyance]

[ From the snow comes a mumbled mumbling that sounds vaguely like Uk Foo? Muck Goo?--

Oh. "Fuck you." ]

[hawkeyeiowa]

Yeah, see if I help ya out.

[He looks over at Mitch who is staring out the door at Vince intently.]

No, Mitch. You'll get a disease.