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Ch. 1 - There is no plan without Jack of Fables

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Hey Kennedy, meet me at Good Spirits. We're going to have a drink.

[Despite his fantastic lack of an intro post, Jack is actually already settled into Luceti, having already been around for over a week now. Having noticed the large quantity of people who walk around with weapons, Jack has already looted the smithy for a pistol and a perfectly preserved Confederate Officer's saber he'd kept since the war. Sure, it had no special powers and would probably shatter if he used his full strength hitting something with it, but damn if he didn't look cool. Hell, he even has his old officer's hat to go with it.

He'll be available at Good Spirits both before and after meeting Kennedy (if indeed the poor sailor shows up) to be poked and prodded. Or if that's not your thing, he'll be taking his time on his way home in spite of the heavy snowfall (which barely bothers him anyway), whistling a forgotten tune, and wondering what a man is to do in a moneyless economy when his greatest ambition is having lots of money. Which he already had in the real world.]

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[ her fingers tighten around the neck of a bottle. ]

Gee, I wonder why I did a thing like that?

[ turning -- eyebrows up. ]

Couldn't say. We got along so well before. Now, how about a martini?

Shaken or stirred?

[ she asks dryly. hah. ]

Stirred, please. Any rules in here about smoking?

[Because he can't imagine a bar with a no smoking policy.]

Just...blow the smoke not in my direction, okay?

[ it's tough to enforce no smoking policies when half the population comes from worlds where smoking isn't known as the health hazard it is. ]

You've got it.

[Jack knows how dangerous it is... for Mundys, anyway. He's been smoking for hundreds of years now, no sign of trouble. So he lights one up.]

[ and here's your drink, with a little napkin and everything. ]

[He tapes a sip of his drink, before setting it down and leaning forward.]

So, I feel like maybe I owe you an apology.

What? For splatting it out on the path in front of me and then re-assembling in my arms? Hey. No biggie. I got over it.

Close. More along the lines of the flirting. You get rescued by someone good looking as you, only natural you're going to fall for them. I've had it happen in reverse more times than I can count.

[Only he has counted. He's currently on his way towards the four digits.]

Edited 2011-01-11 17:42 (UTC)

[ you are a monster, jack horner. a romance monstrosity. ]

Yeah, well...usually, someone's priority after dying and then not dying isn't so much the schmoozing and pick-up line delivery. Didn't it, you know, hurt?

[ lololol when you fell from heaven. ]

I've had worse. You learn to deal.

[But yes, it hurt like a bitch. But again, he's had far worse. You learn to numb out the pain.]

[ she offers a knowing (and therefore also telling) nod. ]

Then I guess I should apologize for the...y'know, bitch-fest. Since we're on an apology roll, here.

I nearly died in your arms. I count myself lucky you didn't just leave me for dead there.

You'd have to be pretty darn cold-hearted to abandon a nearly-dying guy. Anyway -- is the, uh, popping thing normal?

What's normal? You picking up a guy like me like I'm a newborn?

H-hey! I ate all my vegetables as a kid.

Must have been some vegetables.

I actually like brussel sprouts.

Celery for me.

Makes my tongue go numb. But -- seriously, celery? That's where all the undying powers are at?

[ maybe it would have taken her less than a hundred and forty seven days, then. ]

Oh no, no. That all comes from my good looks.

[Give away the source of his power? Nope. Not happening.

((ooc: Might wanna double check our other thread, there's no bartop to clean there.))

[ eyebrows up! ]

What, did you walk straight out of a sitcom or something?

A major motion picture deal, actually. It was a trilogy.

Oh. So you're an actor. That explains it.

[ what. she lived in la. ]

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[ action ] sob sob sob masa what is wrong with me.

[ action ] shall I list the reasons why?

[ action ] is this your love sonnet for me because so far i'm unimpressed.