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bitten_notshyJack had only planned to stay in New Amsterdam for a night or two, but two had become five as he delayed leaving the relative comforts of his own world -- and, just as importantly, of being in a city again. He'd found nothing more of note on Sebastien, though the university he had funded still stood.
Jack noticed that the campus's main library had been named after Abigail Irene Garrett. He thought it a nice touch.
But his work for Eric had piled to a point that couldn't be handled from a distance, and now he was home -- home and, as it happened, famished. He made himself a peanut butter sandwich and sniffed the air, wondering who the new presence he detected in the house would turn out to be.
[OOC: Open to housemates, calls, etc!]
Jack noticed that the campus's main library had been named after Abigail Irene Garrett. He thought it a nice touch.
But his work for Eric had piled to a point that couldn't be handled from a distance, and now he was home -- home and, as it happened, famished. He made himself a peanut butter sandwich and sniffed the air, wondering who the new presence he detected in the house would turn out to be.
[OOC: Open to housemates, calls, etc!]
