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Jack Frost ([personal profile] wintershepherd) wrote2015-06-12 08:52 pm
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[TUSHANSHU] IC Inbox


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!"
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[personal profile] alphatar 2013-08-08 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Umm... Hi- Jack.

[The voice was unsure and the cadence of her sentences had a jagged, awkward wave to them.]

I’m, normally when- well, fish.

[A beat.]

No, I mean. I give my daily catch to Finnick, at his suite. But. Right now I have to give them.

[There’s a far off sigh, away from the microphone before the voice comes back at normal volume.]

The business, my work, Finnick said to give you my fish.

[Of all the times to suddenly sound like a lost child, Korra’s mindset picked now.]

Just- um, let me know. How that works. I mean, you’re in charge until he comes back.

Thanks? Bye…
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[personal profile] alphatar 2013-08-08 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[Not expecting him to answer, Korra took a sharp intake of breath.]

I’ve never been to the store actually. I just, I always just took the baskets to Finnick’s place and he paid me there.

[All Korra had learned from Finnick is that Jack owned half the company and made the lures, nothing else about the business.]

I don’t know where to go or what to do.

[She and her boss had never planned for anything like this.]
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[personal profile] alphatar 2013-08-08 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[Getting some direction on what to do next gave her some relief.]

I’m at a café in the Metal Sector where I always get my hot chocolate. It’s where I first met Finnick. About two blocks south of my suite.

[A small huff of a laugh.]

Just keep an eye, or nose, out for the four large baskets of fish. [They were waist high and filled to the brim.]
Edited 2013-08-08 19:39 (UTC)