[38: accidental vid] 'cause I really, really do love bees
[It's getting warm out, perfect rooftop weather. The door or hatch, or whatever it is to the Mansion proper is wedged open. After a moment, Jack backs out, a little unsteady, burdened with a tall, rectangular whitewashed box. He is smoking, as usual.
Rinse and repeat about four more times, and now one side of the roof is occupied with beehives.
Two snaps of his fingers, and holes open in his left arm, absolutely seething with insects. He flings his palm out, and a cloud of bees swarms toward the hives.
It had been getting crowded in there. He shakes his hand, a little bemusedly. The somewhat more reasonable amount of remaining bees sway into the air and land again, disturbed by the movement.]
That's better.
Rinse and repeat about four more times, and now one side of the roof is occupied with beehives.
Two snaps of his fingers, and holes open in his left arm, absolutely seething with insects. He flings his palm out, and a cloud of bees swarms toward the hives.
It had been getting crowded in there. He shakes his hand, a little bemusedly. The somewhat more reasonable amount of remaining bees sway into the air and land again, disturbed by the movement.]
That's better.