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Jack casts a spell
[ooc: Post art lessons with Ingress.]Mortals like names: they like knowing the correct word to call things. Words make things real. If it has a name, it exists. (This is why some languages have many words for snow or fish or brother. Culture and language are intertwined ( Read more... ) -
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Jack is drawing, a contemplative expression on his face; and Georgia, because she wants to be just like Papa, is coloring, her face scrunched up with concentration as she draws with big toddler-sized crayons ( Read more... ) -
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It's been building up inside him, as it always does this time of year--a boiling to his blood, an itching to his skin, a need to laugh and run and hunt and seek and find.
On the outside, to the outside, he's as he always is: just Jack Green, gardener and husband and father. On the inside, though, on the inside, names long forgotten prod to be ( Read more... ) -
back in Vegas . . .
. . . the front door opens.
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ooc: vision quest planning
What I'd like to have happen is this: Jack needs to be reassured he's not a useless god. If there's any love, any wisdom, any comfort that he's given your character, have them remind him of this. If he's made mistakes, remind him of these, too. In fact a bit of torment would not be out of place, given the nature of visions ( Read more... ) -
oom: Jack comes home
The forests of Britain are not what they once were. It was said a squirrel could cross from Newcastle to Dover and never touch the ground--but those days are long gone.
Still, what remains of the forests feels much the same to the one who knows them. Their voices are familiar, comforting--many are old friends who remember him from seed and acorn. ( Read more... ) -
Solstice
Gil works nights and Jack doesn't need to sleep.
He's been staying up all night, watching bad tv, flipping through books he's already read, tending Georgia, drinking beers that don't affect him and not even touching the plants in the garden to make them bloom.
You encourage us and listen and care and don't do anything, obviously and then pat your ( Read more... ) -
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Georiga wakes up crying.
She rarely does this--she's a joyful child, only sometimes frustrated with the limits of being a baby.
But she wakes up and the Papa Papa Papa! slams Jack in the head. He is in her room at once and scoops her up, and speaks to her in a language we all once spoke and only he remembers. Shh, shh, my ( Read more... ) -
old gods, new technology
[tbombadil]: I can't get in.
[manyarms]: Where?
[tbombadil]: The bar
[tbombadil]: I can't get in.
[tbombadil]: Let me emphasize this for you:
[tbombadil]: I CAN'T GET IN
[manyarms]: Stop shouting.
[manyarms]: You're probably just trying the wrong door.
[tbombadil]: I've tried every door in the house
[tbombadil]: even ones that never worked before
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