The roof: Sunday evening

[anextimeagent]

This particular Sunday, the roof was not a roof of emo. At least not so far. It was, if you had to assign it an emotion, a roof of tired smugness

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[irulan_atreides]

Irulan pushed open the door, she likes looking at stars and feeling the cool night air. Happily, she went on her merry way until she noticed Jack. Two emotions warred, unfortunately for Jack the memory of the Great Headdress Scattering was very much fresh in her mind.

"Jack Harkness."

[anextimeagent]

Okay, that voice? Went straight down his spine and pulled him up to his feet. "Hi, Irulan," he said, completely sheepish. "It wasn't me! It was Robert Goulet!"

So much for denying all knowledge.

[irulan_atreides]

Irulan crossed her arms, "And who is Robert Goulet?"

[anextimeagent]

"Umm, I thought I was?" Jack offered, smiling his most charming smile. "Are your headdresses all right?"

[chasingsnitches]

After getting a reply to his phone call, Cedric climbed up the stairs and pushed open the door to the roof.

[anextimeagent]

"Cedric!" Jack had been watching for him, and jumped up from his spot on the edge to walk over to him and pull him into a hug.

[chasingsnitches]

"Someone's happy," Cedric said, returning the embrace tightly.

[anextimeagent]

"I am. I really, really am." Jack held him close and kissed the top of his head, grinning aganst his hair. "You're here, how could I be anything but happy?"

[ihatedenmark]

Hamlet headed up to the roof for a change. It was a nice night, and he wanted to enjoy the warm spring air away from his stuffiness of his room. Also, he felt a strange sudden urge to build a gazebo, for some reason.

And then almost turned around and headed back downstairs when he saw Jack.

Maybe if he didn't mention it, they could both pretend that Friday afternoon never happened.

[anextimeagent]

Jack looked up, saw Hamlet, and seriously considered fleeing. Or hiding. Except there was no gazebo to hide in.

But that would be rude. Pretending Friday never happened sounded like a much better solution. "Hey," he said, nodding at him. "Pizza?"

[ihatedenmark]

"I would love some pizza," said Hamlet, very much relieved with the generic small talk. He sat down on the roof and stretched out his legs. "What kind do you have?"

Someday, Fandom High will need to have convenient hiding gazebo built on its roof.

[anextimeagent]

"One's half-hawaiian, half mexican, extra chillies, the others got a bit of everything. Plus anchovies. Help yourself." Jack waved at the boxes and smiled, relieved himself that cakenschmooschers had so far not been mentioned.

Yes, for every roof needs a Hiding Gazebo!

[iftheseshadows]

Neil for whatever reason, decided this evening to head up for the roof. He actually wasn't going up there to emo so hopefully he wouldn't get kicked off for lack of emo.

It was just a beautiful spring evening and getting some air seemed like a good idea.

[anextimeagent]

"Neil," Jack called when he spotted him, recognising the giver of coffee from his sojourn as a mouse. "Come have pizza."

[iftheseshadows]

Neil did not exactly recognize Jack as having been a mouse but he did recognize him from his class and headed over with a smile.

"Mmmm, pizza. You're speaking my language here. How are you doing this evening, Jack?"

[anextimeagent]

"Excellent, actually." Jack smiled up at him. "And I never did say thank you for the breakfast you made me."

[ooc: sorry for the delay! Work went boom.]