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[ineveryport]

Trundling down the road towards the Cooper household is a black pick up truck as driven by someone who has never seen one before this, but picked it up reallyquickly. The sea faring gent in question is leaning comfortably on one arm on the open window of the driver's side, quite content with his driving prowess and the trophy he brings back

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[diseasedvermin]

Tom is not outside naked anymore. He is bundled up in his Victorian-style coat, trousers, newsboy cap, and he even managed to scrounge up some gloves.

He gives the incoming truck an irritable look (more new people means fewer chances of his room remaining his, in his mind), only to brighten when he sees a familiar face behind the wheel. And one he happens to like, at that!

"Oy, mate," he greets.

[ineveryport]

Jack himself breaks out into a bigger grin when he sees Tom, pulling up the truck a little too sharply for an experienced driver.

"Ho, Tom!" he says out of the open window.

[diseasedvermin]

Tom's eyes narrow and he takes a step back from the truck.

"How's this thing work?" Tom's been curious about them, sure, but during summer it was easy enough to walk to Smallville, so he never bothered to turn this idle curiosity into actual interest until now.

[ineveryport]

Still grinning, Jack throws the driver's door open and hops out.

"Internal combustion," he says cheerfully. "Many explosions in a very small space creates energy that drive the thing forward."

[feelingflavours]

See Iris.

See Iris beam.

Beam, Iris, beam.

"Jack! Is that what I think it is?"

She very nearly wants to hug you, Jack, and since to all appearances you have man-parts that's really, really saying something.

[ineveryport]

Jack turns on her a grin of blinding strength.

"Not, perhap, if you think it's a chest brimming with gold and jewels. Be that the case, I'm forced to disappoint you."

It's a joke! Laugh!

[feelingflavours]

"I think it's a kit," she says, folding her arms and grinning fit to burst. "I think it's a kit and you're a miracle worker."

[ineveryport]

Jack smirks proudly, and reaches up to pull the tarp off firmly. The effect is slightly marred when a corner catches on a cymbol, but he shakes it off quickly.

"I've been called many things," he admits. "This is one of my lesser miracles."