215: Friday night
Jack was sitting in the chair under the window with a pen, a pad of paper, and a stack of printouts, trying to decide where to take Sam. He was pretty sure he had it narrowed down to one of two places, both private, both ridiculously luxurious. "Mountains or desert?" he asked the plant.
The plant didn't reply (obviously) but there was a tilt to its leaves that suggested mountains would be preferrable. Jack shook his head. "You would say that."
[ooc: Door's open. Post is open first for one, and then for others afterwards.]
The plant didn't reply (obviously) but there was a tilt to its leaves that suggested mountains would be preferrable. Jack shook his head. "You would say that."
[ooc: Door's open. Post is open first for one, and then for others afterwards.]