Emancipated and Quite Capable

Jack looked tired and pale as he shepherded the others into the living room to share the results of their investigations. He didn't have much fresh information of his own, and it wore at him.

"There was no magic there, but we couldn't rule a vampire out from the room alone," he said, crisply as he could manage. "We followed David for a bit -- Sebastien, don't pull that face, of course we were careful -- but there's nothing. His hotel is fine. He went to a club. No one else was watching him, and he doesn't seem to have a court of his own. Pray tell me the rest of you have something worth knowing."

( In which information is shared )



( In which Sebastien makes the papers )



( In which David is questioned )

[OOC: Follows this, this, this, this and this. Inspired by "Chatoyant." Preplayed with the fantastic chose_humanity, glacial_witch, icecoldfrost, and vanillajello. NFB, OOC welcome.]

The doorbell rang just as the sun dipped below the horizon, interrupting the group's conversation.

Sebastien was not at all surprised by what he found when he opened the door.

"Hello, David," he said to the man on the stoop.

( In which David invites Sebastien out to play. )

( In which Jack frets. )

( In which Sebastien returns and further plans are made. )

[OOC: Follows this and this. some bits borrowed from "Chatoyant." Preplayed with the scrumptious chose_humanity, glacial_witch, icecoldfrost, and vanillajello. NFB, OOC welcome.]

Jack had been prepared for an argument with Sebastien over why he'd summoned guests to their townhouse, but he hadn't gotten one. It seemed as though Sebastien's main priorities were getting David to head off again and solving the murders -- in more or less that order.

It was unsettling, to see him so preoccupied. But it did make the day easier.

( Emma was walking into a conspiracy of murder and vampires, in another universe, of her own volition.... )

[OOC: Follows this. Inspired by "Chatoyant." Preplayed with chose_humanity, glacial_witch, icecoldfrost, and vanillajello, who all deserve pie, cake and/or cookies of their choice. NFB, OOC welcome.]

After he'd spoken with Karla, Jack went on an aimless walk through the grounds, hands stuffed in his pockets. He paused at a honey pear tree - he wasn't especially hungry, but picking them gave him something to do with his hands.

He knew he should get back to his real life, but he wasn't anywhere near ready to. He still saw the jhinkas and the dead landens every time he closed his eyes.

( Do you like them? )

[OOC: Part of the Agio plot. NFI, NFB, OOC=AOK.]

Jack had been fretting since he talked to Karla yesterday. He would have grabbed a portal to Fandom and damned the expense, but Sebastien needed his help interviewing some witnesses, and that unhappy task lasted so late into the night that, reluctantly, Jack decided sleep was essential before he could talk sense even to someone recovering from a concussion.

And then he had to wait until it was a reasonable hour to call Fandom. Sometimes he thought time zones existed purely to spite him. It was early -- but not impossibly so -- when he gave in to his impulse and dialed Emma's number.

[OOC: For Emma, but open if anybody else wants a Jack!]

Jack hadn't really slept after getting back from his date with Emma. He'd taken a token nap, but in the end the excitement got to him. By seven, he was dressed and his possessions had been boxed neatly. (He had no idea how he'd acquired so many things in just over a year, but he had.)

He had a few hours before his portal left, so he rested on his bare mattress, reading the book Ms. Cabot had given him as a way of focusing his mind away from his nerves. He'd have Sebastien in his new world; nothing could go too far wrong.

The door to the room was open.

[OOC: Last post in Fandom! If you think he would have told you when he was leaving, he did.]