Room 324, Arms Hotel, Tuesday Morning

Jack was doing nothing in particular in his hotel room when his phone rang. He blinked as he glanced at it, surprised to see Sebastien was calling. For one, he hadn't exactly been in regular contact these last few months. For another, Sebastien generally claimed the privileges of his age and relied on letters (or, when time was key, email), not the telephone.

But. He was glad to get the call, and they chatted for a few minutes about the recent disease on the island and what Sebastien had been doing in Mumbai. However, it was clear Sebastien had something else on his mind.

( Later in the conversation... )

And that, such as it was, seemed to be the end of that. Now Jack just needed to figure out what it meant.

[OOC: For anyone who'd call or go looking for him.]

Room 324, Arms Hotel, Tuesday Morning

Jack was doing nothing in particular in his hotel room when his phone rang. He blinked as he glanced at it, surprised to see Sebastien was calling. For one, he hadn't exactly been in regular contact these last few months. For another, Sebastien generally claimed the privileges of his age and relied on letters (or, when time was key, email), not the telephone.

But. He was glad to get the call, and they chatted for a few minutes about the recent disease on the island and what Sebastien had been doing in Mumbai. However, it was clear Sebastien had something else on his mind.

( Later in the conversation... )

And that, such as it was, seemed to be the end of that. Now Jack just needed to figure out what it meant.

[OOC: For anyone who'd call or go looking for him.]