[TUSHANSHU] IC Inbox

[wintershepherd]

hey! you've reached Jack Frost!
"I'm away from a console right now, but leave me a message and
I'll return it as soon as I can! Prank callers will be snowballed-- kidding!"

Comments

Voice

[justlittle]

Jack? It's Bean. I don't know how regularly you check the Network, but...

Anyway, I recently advertised that I was offering English lessons. Reading and writing, since they're not translated. No one responded to the offer, but Damian suggested I mention it to you for inclusion in some kind of Welcome Center pamphlet or something.

That is, if you think it's a good idea.

Re: Voice

[wintershepherd]

Hey Bean! Sorry I didn't see it, things have been... well, you know. But I think it's a really good idea and I can definitely have something printed up for it. Would you rather meet them somewhere or should interested people come to you?

video

[backwordscompatible]

I hear you've been talking about me.

[Hi, Jack. Have a very amused-looking Zatanna appear on your screen the moment you next check your messages.]

Re: video

[wintershepherd]

I have?

Video;

[alphatar]

Have room for another employee at the Welcome Center?

Re: Video;

[wintershepherd]

Of course.

action-y?; After Kithika

[alphatar]

[A delivery is left off and contains a small box of chocolates. A note’s attached with a picture with words underneath:]

You are the reason Santa even has a naughty list.

Happy Valentine’s Day! -Korra

[wintershepherd]

[ Jack hasn't felt much like celebrating anything since getting back from Kithika, but that's not Korra's doing and he can at least appreciate the friendship in the gesture. So he arranges to have some blue and yellow flowers delivered to her in reply (though chagrined, he's a little bit of a traditionalist and thinks being the boy he ought to have sent them first) and hopes she likes them. Flowers wouldn't normally be his choice for someone like Korra but he gets the feeling she doesn't have a lot of people treat her... well, girlishly and hopes he isn't too far off the mark. ]

Text;

[alphatar]

You said you know someone who can do book binding, right?

Re: Text;

[wintershepherd]

Yeah, Corele's parents run a stationary shop, they'd do it.

(after Hayley's post)

[backwordscompatible]

[The announcement itself wouldn't have caught her attention if it hadn't been for Jack's initial reaction; the moment she heard his tone, she instantly saw his face in her mind's eye of when they last spoke. When he thought he had lost her, too. And she had to close her eyes and inhale deeply]

[Again. It was happening again.]

[Things were still tense between them, but in that moment, she didn't care. She couldn't just leave him alone. Not right then. She got up, heading for the window--when a sudden afterthought came to her; turning around, she went back to her console desk, knelt down, and magically opened the bottom drawer. Where she kept the pendant she'd made for him...for them...just before Valentine's. Something told her they would need it.]

[She thought about using the door. For half a second. But the window was quicker, and so, out she went into the brisk air. Protected from the chill by the magical item hanging from her neck, buried just under the neckline of her shirt. With fewer layers on, it was that much easier for her to navigate over to his window sill, where she sat on the ledge before knocking softly.]

[wintershepherd]

[ Surprisingly, Jack is home following the posted announcement and has shed his hoodie for the wash, sitting on the couch in his white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to keep them out of the ink as he cradled the book that Zatanna had magicked in his lap. He had a pen in one hand, studiously writing away on the open page. He'd been adding regularly to it-- sometimes weekly, recently even daily. It wasn't a surprise which entry was being created at the moment, even as Baby Tooth kept a watchful but distanced vigil over his work from her nest on the shelf. The spirit barely glanced up at the knock, already knowing who it was. ]

You can come in.

text;

[alphatar]

I've never done this before, so I'm not sure if this is what I do. But, I'm resigning from the Welcome Center so I can have some more time. Sorry, Jack. If there's a day you need any extra help there, let me know and I'll make time.

Re: text;

[wintershepherd]

It's fine, Korra. Thanks for letting me know and for helping out while you had time. Take care of yourself.

audio;

[alphatar]

Hi, Jack. I just wanted to see if you're there.

Re: audio;

[wintershepherd]

Yeah, I'm here. What's up, Korra?

text

[lostundercover]

C_& !ver.
Come o$3Þ4
Come over.
Coå|Q+1,

--> action;

[wintershepherd]

[ Jack knows he'll have similar trouble with his console so he doesn't even bother to write back a reply, just takes to the air and flies over to Costigan's suite. ]

That's sure a pain, isn't it? Weird how we've gotten so used to relying on the consoles.

[After Kyle's Disappearance....]

[backwordscompatible]

[Her eyes were still red and glossy by the time she made it to Jack's door, head slightly bowed when she knocked. Crying had been in private--it usually was--but there was still something she needed to do. No matter how much it hurt to think about it just then.]

[And Jack was the only person who could help.]

[wintershepherd]

[ It took Jack about .2 of a second to process what he was seeing after he opened the door before he reaches up to carefully (though not for cold; she pretty much wore the necklace all the time now) pull her closer. ]

Zatanna, what's wrong?

[After THAT talk with Wan. You know the one.]

[backwordscompatible]

[Funny. Less than an hour prior, she and Jack had been thoroughly enjoying one another's presence, still running off the high of a beautifully coordinated, harmless prank. She'd been smiling and relaxed and so much like her usual self.]

[But then something happened. Jack would know something happened even if she didn't specify just by the tone of her voice as she left him a brief message from a public console.]

Can you meet me in the park? Over by the duck pond.

Please.

--> action

[wintershepherd]

[ Jack didn't bother to ask questions; the fact that she had asked to meet him in person in such a way already spoke that she wouldn't be sharing on the network, even in a more private setting as his mailbox. ]

Yeah. On my way.

[ The winds have picked up in the slaking of the summer heat so he arrives quickly to where she's specified. ]

Christmas Day

[backwordscompatible]

[Maybe he had gone to sleep that night for the sake of tradition. Maybe he had simply stepped out for a bit. Whatever the reason, Zatanna purposely waited until he was out of the Welcome Center front room before putting her plan into action:]

[White icicle lights hung from the ceiling, creating the illusion of a soft, frozen moment of gentle snowfall. An illusion furthered by the decorative frost covering the windows, and piles of glitter (fake) snow on the sills. The entire floor had been coated with a shining, reflective plastic top that made it look like an ice skating rink--only without the slipping and sliding, of course--and there were fake tree branches all along the walls, illuminated in soft blues.]

[But, most noticeable of all, was the centerpiece:]



[...which bathed the entire room in a blue glow.]

[And, of course, sitting off to one side, in her matching throne chair, was "Santa Claus"...with one leg casually thrown over the arm of the chair and back resting against the opposite arm, looking quite pleased with herself. Merry Christmas, Jack.]

[wintershepherd]

[ Jack's steps slow in wonderment as he re-enters the Welcome Center, taking in the drastic changes wrought in his absence. ]

... wow.

[ And then, of course, the main attraction earned a very round "O" before he recovered. ]

I'm going to have to tell North that you're moving in on his territory, you know.

[ironwood]

Following the path of orange soil toward the sunlit clouds, come to the red embers lighting the sapphire tides. The violet ore feeds the roots of the viridian trees. Breathe deep to find the pause within your core, and meditate upon your needs in the appointed time and place so they may be real to you.