Priest-De Ulloa Residence, London, 12/14

[bitten_notshy]

Enough word had handwavily filtered back from Fandom that Jack was dimly aware everything had worked out once again. He still wanted the whole story, but for the moment he'd settle for knowing everything was all right.

Besides, he'd been a tiny bit distracted with matters on the homefront. He hadn't been around long enough to do any organizing, but it was always a good time to watch, listen, and figure out who people were and what they wanted.

He hadn't precisely forgotten that today was his nineteenth birthday. But he'd never made much of a fuss over them, save the one in Fandom that marked his passage into adulthood. When the man you lived with was in his second millenium, the details of anything in the human lifespan seemed a bit silly.

He made himself some tea and a sandwich and settled in to work on a final paper.

[OOC: Open for calls, texts, surprise guests, etc.]

Comments

[chosehumanity]

Mitchell was back home in Fandom, but he was a bit sloppy about listening to radio broadcasts to begin with - leaving him with absolutely no knowledge of the entire invasion issue to begin with.

He had other things to talk to Jack about, though, and so his phone would be ringing right about... now.

[icecoldfrost]

Emma was not calling to wibble about trauma or kidnappings or anything remotely related to the events of last week.

Instead, she had a piece of paper with a Google-assisted translation in front of her, and the sneaking suspicion that she was about to hideously embarrass herself as she dialed Jack's number.

She hadn't had a chance to mail his birthday or Hanukkah gifts, given the events of the past few days, so this would have to tide him over until she got a chance to put them in the post.

[glacial_queen]

For once, Karla wasn't calling Jack to tattle. It was Jack's birthday, which meant that the only unpleasant topics they discussed would be brought up by Jack himself.

Okay, and maybe a little panic about dress rehearsal, but only because she thought it might amuse him.

She was looking at some places in London that might deliver a birthday gift that day while she waited for the phone to ring. Hmmm...surely there were places in London that delivered cigars or something--right?

A text

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Happy Birthday! Having fun?