The roof: Tuesday night
Jack hadn't seen Parker's email; even if he had, he probably wouldn't have cared. He didn't want to stay in his room and, despite the cold, the roof seemed the place to go.
In an effort to make the cold less noticeable, he'd handwavily made a trip into town for supplies and was now the proud owner of a large flask of green drink. Sweet, potent, warming green drink.
Sitting on the edge of the roof, legs dangling over the side, bundled into his long black coat, he was sipping from the flask and looking out over the island. As the level in the flask dropped, the faint sounds of ting-a-ling-a-ling could be heard, drifting out into the night.
[ooc: Open, as roofs are. I'll be slow, though, because of work.]
In an effort to make the cold less noticeable, he'd handwavily made a trip into town for supplies and was now the proud owner of a large flask of green drink. Sweet, potent, warming green drink.
Sitting on the edge of the roof, legs dangling over the side, bundled into his long black coat, he was sipping from the flask and looking out over the island. As the level in the flask dropped, the faint sounds of ting-a-ling-a-ling could be heard, drifting out into the night.
[ooc: Open, as roofs are. I'll be slow, though, because of work.]