011: Way too freaking hot

[hawkeyowa]

[So it's nighttime, sure. However, that hasn't stopped the seemingly raging inferno HQ decided to be, nor has it stopped Jack's room from being just as hot. One thing he seems to do when it gets like this is wear just some boxers (and a t-shirt for the sake of decency, since he's not home) and lay in random positions around his room, like that will somehow help. He's even attempted to make a paper fan out of some newspaper, but that's not helping much either.

In his current state, he's flipped upside-down on his couch with his legs propped up on the back of it, fanning himself with incredibly limited success. His dog is in the corner, on his back as well and panting. Maddie, however, being the 103-degrees-on-average creature that she is, is happily crawling all over her owner's legs, kind of looking like Rikki-Tikki-Tavi after killing a snake--that is to say, proud of herself. However, Jack notices the little furball o' warmth crawling on him and puts his hands over his face, groaning in frustration.]

Maddie, you're like a goddamn torch with fur. Get outta here.

[As expected, limited success. So feel free to bother Jack, agonize with him, or just ask him why he's upside-down in his underwear. It's all good.]


[ooc: Got my Jack-muse back and revamped his personality a tad. :) ]

Comments

[hailtotheorange.livejournal.com]

[ Hey Jack, it sounds like you're in need of a cool drink. Neighbors help neighbors don't they? And you're a pretty decent guy, so he'll help you out.

But seriously, nobody wants Illinois' brand of help, because that drink is an ice cold bucket of water all over you and your ferret.

But in this heat, what was a prank might actually be seen as a gift. If he does he's going to go with cranking the heat up in your room, because god forbid he's actually seen as a helping hand around here. ]

[hawkeyeiowa.livejournal.com]

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I'm sweating like a whore in chuuuuurch... []

[hailtotheorange.livejournal.com]

[ It looks like a drowned rat-- oh wait. ]

Since when did you start going to church?

[hawkeyeiowa.livejournal.com]

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Since before I got here. Communion wafers are delicious. And did you just try to drown my ferret?

[hailtotheorange.livejournal.com]

No. Well, maybe. Not intentionally. Just you.

[ Glances down at the soaking wet ferret. ]

So we meet again, Fuzznuts.

[hawkeyeiowa.livejournal.com]

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You know, I'll have to kill ya if she demands it.

[hailtotheorange.livejournal.com]

You're pussy whipped by a ferret, that's pretty sad.

[hawkeyeiowa.livejournal.com]

Those words should never go in that order.

[scotianits.livejournal.com]

[Eoin doesn't feel the heat at all, it's a comfortable 30 degrees Celsius back home. Though seeing this poor guy suffer, it's making him feel bad.]

Oi, ya fancy an Irn Bru?

/PB BROFIST!

[hawkeyeiowa.livejournal.com]

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Dunno, do I?

/8D BROFIST!!

[scotianits.livejournal.com]

[He tosses him the unopened can. It's nice and frosty.]

Ya need it more than me I see.
Where you from, eh?

[hawkeyeiowa.livejournal.com]

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Wow, this is pretty awesome. An' I'm from Iowa; Jack Ellis, to be specific. How about you?

[scotianits.livejournal.com]

Best damn thing Canada has to offer.
Nice to meet ya Jack, I'm Eoin Garrison from Nova Scotia.
This is a nice place here, is it yours?

[hawkeyeiowa.livejournal.com]

On the whole? No, this is just my room.

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Damn, do you lace this stuff with crack?

1/2

[scotianits.livejournal.com]

For a second I though I was a guess at someone's place.
[Itching at his chin, he raises an eyebrow.]

Crack?

2/2

[scotianits.livejournal.com]

[He laughs again, smoke going everywhere.]

At least I don't think it's laced. Never went to see how the stuff is made. I know it originally comes from Scotland. Maybe they might tell you what's in it?