Pirate Radio Station [afternoon]
"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me," Jack sang under his breath as he wandered aimlessly through the station.
That song wasn't playing right now, but that had never really stopped Jack from singing before. He stopped at the small desk where the squirrels dropped notes off and began replenishing the rum bottles with a new (if slightly watered-down) stock of booze.
At no point did Jack find any of these activities strange. It probably meant he'd been here too long.
[OOC: Expecting one, but open!]
That song wasn't playing right now, but that had never really stopped Jack from singing before. He stopped at the small desk where the squirrels dropped notes off and began replenishing the rum bottles with a new (if slightly watered-down) stock of booze.
At no point did Jack find any of these activities strange. It probably meant he'd been here too long.
[OOC: Expecting one, but open!]