JACK
Last year, Jack's arguably frail mental state meant that Deepfrost in King's End had been quite the solemn affair on board The Ark. The cold and the snow had been both a culture shock and a constant reminder of where he wasn't, and the Captain had been focused more on survival than enjoyment. This year, to say that things are different is to put far too fine a point on it. He's different, the crew is different, even The Ark is different.
So it's little surprise that, this time, Jack means to pass the season in style and celebration, and what better way to keep the ice from freezing The Ark's sails and the snow from clogging her deck than with the heat of bodies and the free flow of liquor. He's set up braziers along the galleon's railings on the top deck, painstakingly careful with their placement and proximity to anything flammable, and he lights them with his own magic to keep as much control as possible.
He combines that with a shield of air on one side of the ship to keep the snow from buffeting anyone looking to have a drink in peace, the result being a strange, half snowglobe that will likely fail as Jack enjoys a drink or five, but for now things seem positively cozy. Casks of wine and barrels of whiskey have been dredged up from belowdecks, a few of the crew have struck up a shanty with the aid of a harmonica and some foot stamping, and Bassian is being begged not to start dancing.
Scoffing to himself behind the scarf draped around his face, Jack heads to the gangplank and, with a pulse of water magic, ensures any ice that has formed melts away and drips harmlessly into the waves below. It isn't often that The Ark is open for celebration, but never say never.
Party on The Ark! Come and get drunk in the snow because why the fuck not! Also counts towards the "embrace the cold" SE requirement if you're into that sort of thing.
So it's little surprise that, this time, Jack means to pass the season in style and celebration, and what better way to keep the ice from freezing The Ark's sails and the snow from clogging her deck than with the heat of bodies and the free flow of liquor. He's set up braziers along the galleon's railings on the top deck, painstakingly careful with their placement and proximity to anything flammable, and he lights them with his own magic to keep as much control as possible.
He combines that with a shield of air on one side of the ship to keep the snow from buffeting anyone looking to have a drink in peace, the result being a strange, half snowglobe that will likely fail as Jack enjoys a drink or five, but for now things seem positively cozy. Casks of wine and barrels of whiskey have been dredged up from belowdecks, a few of the crew have struck up a shanty with the aid of a harmonica and some foot stamping, and Bassian is being begged not to start dancing.
Scoffing to himself behind the scarf draped around his face, Jack heads to the gangplank and, with a pulse of water magic, ensures any ice that has formed melts away and drips harmlessly into the waves below. It isn't often that The Ark is open for celebration, but never say never.
Party on The Ark! Come and get drunk in the snow because why the fuck not! Also counts towards the "embrace the cold" SE requirement if you're into that sort of thing.
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
