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New Year's Eve with Vic
Jack is siting in his study with some opera playing on the phonograph. He's got champagne chilling in the corner and there's already a plate of various who-knows-whats covered in caviar sitting on the table. Not that he's hoping a certain someone will join him, or anything like that. -
Anti-OTP: Seward/Mina Harker
Again with the break-braking, here is Jack Seward. He's been going through some of his old notebooks and things in front of the fire in in disaster that he calls a study. There's tea at hand (because when it's Seward there's always tea at hand), and the door has probably been left slightly ajar. -
Anti-OTP: Seward/Lucy Westenra
Because brain-breaking is fun, here we have Seward, minding his own business with a newspaper and a cup of tea in his study. He's not expecting anyone, but he certainly wouldn't turn a visitor away either. -
For Victoria.
He's been away a long time, far too long a time, really. First it was merely supposed to be a quick trip to Amsterdam to see the Professor, and then he wound up getting dragged along to Paris, which wasn't part of his original plan but was, at least, better than the time he'd gotten dragged to Iceland for one of Van Helsing's infamous "research" ( Read more... ) -
Open, especially to certain Victorias.
As per usual, Jack can be found sitting in his over-crowded study on the third floor of the Asylum, and is most open to being interrupted. -
Open Post, yep.
This would be Jack sitting in his apartments on the third floor of his reclaimed asylum. He's discovered that at least pretending he had things to do is keeping him much more stable and sane, although he still frets about Art, Quincey, and now Mina, and he still misses Victoria terribly, and all in all is rather lonely. But he has something to ( Read more... ) -
Hangover? You bet!
Oh, my head. I really should stop doing that. And I seem to recall talking with Pheebs, but for the life of me can't remember what about.
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( The Log of last night, in which Seward can't lie, Phoebe Wotton is Victorian'd, Seward is either the worst babysitter or best quasi-uncle ever, and there is much drinking and general silliness on both their parts. ) -
*evil typistly snickers echo in the background*
*Hark! Jack fell victim to a crackplot!*
Well, this is going to be entirely uncomfortable and embarassing.
So, if anyone's been dying to pester poor Seward, now's the time. He can't lie!