[Jack is on the roof again--he seems to divide his outdoors time between the roof and the beach--grinning a little uncertainly into his communicator, plagued by the nagging feeling that he's forgotten something ( Read more... )

[Were any of you hoping to never be alarmed by the sight of Jack perched on a windowsill high on an outside wall of the mansion again? TOO BAD, because here he is, heels pressed against the brick. He's absolutely filthy, his face is covered in small cuts, and his right arm is looking a little...crispy.]

I could use a little help.

[Locked to ( Read more... )

[One of the wall monitors flicks on to show...an empty hallway, across the way from a window thick with ivy. It would appear that the video mechanism is being even glitchier than usual, because nothing is happening ( Read more... )

[The feed opens on Jack's face, rather close to camera. He's grinning--he seems excited for once. There's a bruise on his cheekbone--he's been practicing this. He laughs a little into the camera, breathlessly, and puts it down. He's wearing a blue linen button-up shirt that fits him rather awkwardly because it's on backward and partly buttoned to ( Read more... )