013: snowmaggedon, snowpocalypse, whatever you want to call it

[hawkeyowa]

[Back home, Iowa, like most states in the 2,500 mile snowstorm line, have been completely thrashed by waves upon waves of blinding snow. Sure, this winter has been harsh, and the Plains states tend to get plenty of snow, but this is particularly bad. Iowa already had to report that every major highway had ice and snow on it. Snowfall records are almost record-beating.

Of course, this leaves Jack freezing, burrowed in his house, and specifically burrowed under a pile of fleece blankets with his space heater cranked up. Mitch is curled on his couch next to him, and for all anyone knows, Maddie is also burrowed in the blankets, but it's much more difficult to spot her.

Though, one look around his house and it's pretty clear he was preparing for this. There's soup packets and boxes of any number of cracker-related things everywhere, along with another mass of blankets and pillows, and an endless supply of movies he dug up. Unfortunately, all he has to drink is Spring Grove and Olde Main, in which he's chosen the latter to drink. While the weather around town might not be as godawful as the weather back home, Jack is sure acting like it.]

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[badgerbadassus.livejournal.com]

[ Keep in mind, he still looks a little sick but the fact he's smiling seems to be enough. His fever isn't going away though, after all it's just alcohol. Magical as it is to Gabe, it's not an instant healer. ]

...I wasn't dyin' or anythin' ya know? Just... [ Taking another drink. He's still extremely slow in reaction and it still looks a bit painful for him. ] ... Just didn't have anythin' to drink...

[hawkeyeiowa.livejournal.com]

Coulda fooled me.

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Ya still probably need water or somethin'. An' ya probably shouldn't go outside for awhile.

[badgerbadassus.livejournal.com]

[ What a fever he has though, this doesn't help he was probably stumbling outside for a bit longer than he should have. While he probably wouldn't have died out there, it still did not help that fever he got from the withdrawal.

Continues to enjoy the drink, good lord this a professional alcoholic ... beer drinker. Yes. That's good. ]

Ye-yeah... I probably do...Ya...ya got room for me to stay, right? I mean, I don't want to be a freeloader so... Maybe I can clean or... somethin' ...

[ The upside of having such a high temperature was for once he didn't hear that obnoxious voice trying to take control. It might have crippled that asshole too... ]

[hawkeyeiowa.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah, 'course.

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Ya won't be a freeloader. There's a reason couches were invented anyway.

[badgerbadassus.livejournal.com]

[ Rubbing his eyes, while he sniffs - good lord a fever with a runny nose while he keeps himself nice, warm, and toasty in that fleece blanket while he takes another drink. ]

So ... I stay on the ...soda--tofu...[ A pause. ] ... sofa, or...?