Emancipated and Quite Capable

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.

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Jack went over to open the door. "Hi, Kate," he said, a little sheepish. "I'm back to myself."

He'd apologize. Eventually.

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Kate raised an eyebrow, lips curving into a slight smirk. "Well, that's good to hear. Weirdness over."

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"You say that as if it's ever really over," Jack said. He tried for a matching smirk and didn't quite succeed. "For all I know, I'll wake up tomorrow as a bearded lady."

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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?"

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"I don't know, that might even suit you," she remarked. "Probably better than the pink, and acting like an idiot."

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"An idiot?" Jack managed a laugh at that. "You wound me, Kate. I was just very much in love."

... with a straight guy. Yeah.

He stepped back, gesturing for her to come in. She'd probably notice the suitcase on his bed.

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"Much more," Jack said, stiffening a bit as he waved her in. "Did you amuse yourself, toying with me on Tuesday?"

He sounded peeved, but not too upset. He likely would have done the same, and they both knew it.

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Emma came in and made herself at home on the bed, nestling herself between suitcase and pillows. "It does bring a tear to one's eye to see two of her dearest friends find love in each other's arms," she deadpanned.

Of course he would have done the same.

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"I know, you told me," Kate said, stepping into the room. "And it made you an idiot. You're going somewhere?"

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"Quoting me back at myself, Miss Frost?" Jack said, and moved things around so he could lie next to her. "I didn't know you and Priestly were such bosom companions."

He was still sulking. He was just ... sulking a little less. Yes.

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"I'm grabbing Tony and going home and not thinking about this place until Monday," Jack said resolutely. "... and I was not an idiot."

He paused. "Maybe a little bit of an idiot."

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"Don't sulk at me," she chided, shifting close so she could idly trace over his wrist with her fingertips. "Besides, someone forgot to set rules for our little game. I was fully intent on meddling if it looked like you were going to win."

"I'm going to have to think about what I want for my forfeit."

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Kate snickered. "A little bit, definitely. You made some pretty weak arguments back there."

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It took Jack a second to realize what she was talking about. "You know, I didn't think about the wager much after we spoke?" he admitted. "But yes, you won. Though I did talk him into kissing me."

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"Oh, probably," Jack said. "Did you have any in mind? It was all a very new situation for me."

Edited Date: 2009-12-11 03:03 pm (UTC)

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"Yes, because kissing you is clearly such a hardship," Emma teased, rolling her eyes. "I'm just happy that you're back to your regular hue; pink is not your color."

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"Telling me I was jealous was pretty lame," Kate replied with a light shrug. "But I didn't stop by to repeat your dumb stuff back to you. I just wanted to see whether this particular wave of madness had passed."

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Jack snorted. "Professor Mitchell said I looked like I fell out of Hot Topic. I don't think punk is my look."

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jack groaned. "I don't think I even believed that one when I said it," he stated. "I just couldn't think of any other reason people wouldn't support my love. But yes, the madness has passed. I still have no idea what caused it all -- this woman touched my forehead and it went away."

He hadn't quite registered the name 'Aphrodite.' In his defense, the situation had been confusing.

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"Well, the halo of curls sort of undermines the any attempt at looking hardcore," Emma admitted. "Although it's really more of an attitude than any particular look."

And really, Jack did not exude 'punk'.

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"A woman?" Well, at least then it probably really wasn't Raven. That was good. "So it didn't just go away on its own?" Which in turn meant it probably wasn't the island doing it, after all.

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"I like my curls," Jack said, rumpling them with his hand. "... seriously, why would I want to look like Priestly?"

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Jack shook his head. "It was a blonde woman in silly clothes. She came up while Priestly and I were talking, said it was the island's fault, and tapped my forehead. I think she vanished into thin air, which is ... about as crazy as the rest of this."

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