JACK
Indeed, it seems quite a few of their crew will be taking advantage of the opportunity (for hotsprings if not for mageglass), though an equal number seem happy to remain on board where there's plenty of food and rum to pass the time. Raising his eyebrows at Flora's magical ladder idea, Jack doesn't dislike it, though there are a few other upgrades he can imagine would be good for The Ark before going as granular as ladder convenience. Either way, he descends towards the ground after the Doubletake, landing with a muted crunch in the deep snow.
Which is about when Flora pelts him with a snowball, Jack huffing out a breath of outrage as he struggles to turn to face her, pinning her with an incredulous look. "Did you just throw a snowball at me?" he drawls. One might expect him to make one of his own to lob back - which isn't unheard of, frankly - but before Jack gets a chance the other crew are landing and starting their own snowball fight, and chaos soon ensues.
"This is your fault," Jack grumbles to Flora, smirking as he trudges away from the immediate line of fire and scooping up some snow to try and dump it down the front of her coat.
Which is about when Flora pelts him with a snowball, Jack huffing out a breath of outrage as he struggles to turn to face her, pinning her with an incredulous look. "Did you just throw a snowball at me?" he drawls. One might expect him to make one of his own to lob back - which isn't unheard of, frankly - but before Jack gets a chance the other crew are landing and starting their own snowball fight, and chaos soon ensues.
"This is your fault," Jack grumbles to Flora, smirking as he trudges away from the immediate line of fire and scooping up some snow to try and dump it down the front of her coat.
you are a quiet god
and your hunger is cavernous
and your hunger is cavernous
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
