33 Apocalypse Ave., Monday Morning
Dec. 12th, 2011 08:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bitten_notshyIt was a very good morning to be Jack. He'd woken early and disentangled himself from Emma -- which was just one reason it was a good morning -- then crept back to his room to make a call.
Sebastien was fine. A little confused as to where the last three weeks had gone, but otherwise completely himself. From what Jack could tell, the same held true for the rest of his world.
He was more than happy.
Jack went into town, left $50 on the counter at Kwik Stop to cover the supplies they'd "borrowed", and bought one of every pastry J,GoB had in stock. Back at Ronan's house, he started pots for coffee and tea and even prepared to make eggs for anyone who wanted them. He wasn't the cook Ronan or Isabel was, but he figured he could manage breakfast all the same.
[OOC: Open to temporary housemates, visitors, or phone calls!]
Sebastien was fine. A little confused as to where the last three weeks had gone, but otherwise completely himself. From what Jack could tell, the same held true for the rest of his world.
He was more than happy.
Jack went into town, left $50 on the counter at Kwik Stop to cover the supplies they'd "borrowed", and bought one of every pastry J,GoB had in stock. Back at Ronan's house, he started pots for coffee and tea and even prepared to make eggs for anyone who wanted them. He wasn't the cook Ronan or Isabel was, but he figured he could manage breakfast all the same.
[OOC: Open to temporary housemates, visitors, or phone calls!]
