IC Contact | Haha, like his handwriting is anywhere near that neat.

[cowboy_newsie]

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[atrumcanis]

[Ringing and ringing and ringing you until you answer, Jack.]

[cowboy_newsie]

I heard.

[atrumcanis]

Where are you.

[cowboy_newsie]

Fifth District, [more specific address.]

voice forever.

[payback]

[Hey, Jack! Hey, Jack! It's a phone call! It's a phone call!]

[cowboy_newsie]

Hiya, Rin.

[He sounds very monotone.]

[payback]

You heard.

[cowboy_newsie]

O'course.

voice;

[askedtobe]

[ have a message! ]

Hey, Jack.

Taking you up on your offer of getting a job at Skye? If the opportunity's still there, that is.

... Talk to you soon. [ click~ ]

voice;

[cowboy_newsie]

[Ring ring ringing you back.]

voice;

[askedtobe]

[ picking up! ]

--Hello?

voice;

[cowboy_newsie]

Peter? It's Jack.

[voicemail, probably while Jack is in an ambulance, busy and up to his elbows in blood]

[atrumcanis]

Jack Jack Jack Jack Jack Jack Jack. I have a mission for you to choose to accept, and before you ask, yes it is urgent, no it could not wait, no it is not "where is the butter"--although I was trying to locate the butter earlier, why do you hide things!--and now that I have tantalised you with these details of what it is not, why don't you call me back, as you are likely so very eager to do!

[voice, an hour or so later, on his way home]

[cowboy_newsie]

[Tiredly but cheerfully:]

Dyin' o' eagerness, and I'd know dyin', believe me. The butter's in the same place it always is, you know that, and what's the mission?

[atrumcanis]

Lots of people dying on you today, eh? I made you dinner, incidentally, that ought to be a comfort. Well--not really. But I made it without butter! Where is "the same place as always"? I swear I need a map for this...

Er, but our mission is simple! Darkness investigation! We will be ace at that, don't you think?

[cowboy_newsie]

It's dark and full o' monsters. There, I finished the job. Did you blow up our kitchen? And it's third shelf on the door o' the fridge, how the hell don't you know?

voice

[makes_asteroids]

[Just after four, the day after Jack is free]

Jack...have your supplies.

voice-->action

[cowboy_newsie]

[Responding rather quickly:]

I'll be right out.

[And he is, cautiously. If Magneto is on the correct street, he'll watch as Jack steps out of an apparently solid brick wall.]

action

[makes_asteroids]

[Yes, he's there. And watching with a raised bow. He doesn't look good by any stretch - he hasn't slept in...he's not sure how many days now, and has scruff growing as he hasn't shaved either. There's black showing under his scrubs - his uniform on under them, and a bag over his shoulder. When Erik steps into view, he's moving slowly, and keeping his hands in sight and down.]

Jack...dear God...

action

[cowboy_newsie]

[Jack himself, in contrast, looks almost too healthy. No signs of trauma, no real weight loss-- there are circles under his eyes, but there are always circles under his eyes. The only indicator of the past few days is his expression and body language-- stiff and wary, even in front of the other man. There's also a trace of embarrassment there.]

It's-- it's magic. Somethin' Sirius set up so people can't find us. That's all.