Room 308, Friday Morning

[bitten_notshy]

Jack was up half the night Thursday scrubbing pink dye out of his hair. After the fifth go at it with shampoo and a quick self-administered trim to a few scraggly bits that had absorbed more than their fair share of the dye, it was all but back to normal, with just a few blush-tinted strands around his ears.

This was, in his eyes, an essential first step.

After a call to Tony and a nap, he woke up and started to pack. Rationally, he knew he was not the first person to have something odd and embarrassing happen to him -- a love spell, or whatever it had been. He wasn't even the first person to waste time chasing after a straight guy. (And bless Mitchell and Kate for trying to talk sense into him, for all the good it had done.) But he still needed the brief escape of a respite with Sebastien to get him centered in his own head.

He packed quickly and neatly, door cracked open as usual so he could watch the motion in the hallway.

[OOC: Open if you need a Jack!]

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[vanillajello]

Kate was heading to the common room for breakfast, but as she liked to keep an eye on any weirdness she knew about – in the hopes that if she did, it couldn't creep up on her – and she saw Jack's door was cracked, she stopped to knock lightly on it.

[icecoldfrost]

Emma had totally not been eavesdropping over the entire dorms to make sure certain people got back to normal. Nope, not at all, because certain people sometimes got vexed when she was peeking without asking.

Although to be fair, this was less-peeking and more-listening -- since anything people projected was totally fair game -- and once Jack had gotten a chance to sleep some of it off, Emma was tapping at his door both mentally and physically.

"Feeling a bit more like ourselves, are we?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

After storming off from Claire (and feeling pretty silly about it now), Dinah had gone into town and bought a few things. Stopping by Jack's room was easier than heading up one floor to Jak's room just yet. She tapped at the door lightly, pushing it open a little. "Hey. How much do you love being sane again?"