Having been awake until the wee hours, Jack had slept well past noon. About all he'd achieved today was handwavily replacing the room key he'd lost when he'd turned into a fox, and a spare in case it happened again. The losing keys, not the turning into a fox. He could do without that happening a second time, even if it had been an interesting week ( Read more... )

Jack is doing... something. With legos. The door is open. Music is playing. Beer is chilling.

(Particularly open to 6 or Sark, but if anyone is bored and wants to come by...)

ETA: This truly makes me wish we had a McCay among the Stargate people...