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[OPEN] Life's flushest feather...

Characters: Jack Frost & various
Date: Misc January
Location: Assorted around the city
Situation: Collection of threads for the latter part of January. Ping me if you want a starter!
Special Note: Jack will have Baby Tooth with him unless noted otherwise and her visibility follows the UPDATED!! belief guidelines as Jack's do.
Warnings/Rating: TBA in threads if needed.

I. WELCOME CENTER
After his announcement of the welcome center, Jack was pleased to find that visitors to it picked up considerably as did the number of volunteers who offered to help out. In fact more people than he had expected had agreed to lend their time and aid and Jack was currently sitting on the floor in front of the desk, legs folded up under him and back against the wooden front. A spreadsheet was in front of him and he chewed absently on the end of his pencil, trying to redo the schedule to give everyone some time and on a separate piece of paper was some jotted notes about finances. He was running the costs of the Welcome Center out of pocket while for the most part, the fishing shop generally broke even for paying his employees and necessary supplies.

He was all right with math but he'd been staring at this for a little while and rubbed his eyes, stretching his arms over his head. "Hey Baby Tooth," he said, twisting his head to locate the fairy. "You hungry? Seems like a good time for lunch."

II. PLAYTIME
Even with how busy things got, Jack always made time in the afternoons to stop by some of the playgrounds and hang out with the kedan children. They talked about what they were learning in school, how amazed they were to watch the turtle hatchlings trundling their happy selves all around the city. How they had learned how to shift their forms in a new way and proceed to show it off, for which Jack was always effusive with his praise and admiration. They'd practice alternations that increased their resistance to the cold so that they could romp around in the snow longer, the novelty of their first real winter having not yet worn off for them as it had for many of the adults.

Most of the time he'd just sit with them, enjoy their company and they his. When they got tired from their play, Jack would scoop them up and deliver them snugly to their homes and so it was not unusual to see the spirit carrying one of them around sundown through the various Sectors.

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Jack always tried to find a good fitting job for the new people who arrived to the city and normally he was able to, but sometimes he needed to know a bit more about them. Still, Hawke seemed to be of a good temperament and the remark about monster slaying had given Jack an idea so he had invited Hawke to meet him at the Welcome Center where he wanted to run an idea past the man.

It took some exploring, but Hawke found the Welcome Center quickly enough. Sure he may have gotten distracted once or twice on the way there, found his way into the not-so-nice parts of the city, and met a local who needed a crash course in manners, but he made it without being extraordinarily late. The man still hasn't bought himself any civilian clothing and still wears his armor from when he arrived. At least he had the forethought to leave his axes in his suite this time. Of course he still has his throwing knife tucked into his best, just in case.

When he enters he takes a moment to look around. This place is nothing like he's ever seen before. Admittedly there's a lot of things in this city that he's never seen before but that doesn't make it any less impressive to him. Finally he notices Jack and gives the spirit a friendly grin. Clearly Hawke shows no problem in actually seeing him.

"So, I hear you've got some ideas for me," Hawke says as he folds his arms and leans against a nearby wall.

Jack looks over and returns the grin, taking in the man's eclectic outfit of armor. "Look at you already dressing the part," he laughed. "And I haven't even told you what said part is yet!"

"I do like to be prepared, especially when I don't know what's going on." Hawke pushes himself from the wall and crossed to Jack. He looks so young. Barely even an adult, but of course Hawke hasn't got a clue that he's actually speaking to a spirit. Right now he just assumes Jack is a very pale teenager that lacks a pair of shoes.

"Do I get to hear this plan now or do we start playing the guessing game?"

"Much as I like games, I'll get right to the point on this one," Jack grinned. "I like spending time with the kedan kids, and they like my stories. I can make some of the visuals but when it comes to the adventuring type, I don't really look the part."

He gestures up and down his scrawny self with an amused smirk. "So I was thinking, I narrate the story, you get to act. Give the kids a show? I'll pay you for your time, until you find something more regular."

As Jack explains Hawke frowns the sighs in an exaggerated fashion, slumping his head as does so. "Of course you'd ask me to help kids. Now it's impossible for me to say no."

He lifts his head, the smirk returning to his face. Children are a soft spot of his. When they're involved he always finds himself unable to say no. "Alright, I'll help you out."

That was the best answer Jack could have heard, in reference to kids and it shows in the boyish, happy way he beams his approval. "You will? Great! I was thinking one afternoon this week."

Hawke is just the best guy ever, or at least he's decent enough when he's not being a complete pest. "Why not? It's not like I've made any plans since I showed up here."

"Just wait until you meet them," Jack enthused, meaning the children. "They're great, they're full of energy. I mean, kids are kids everywhere, right? So what kind of monsters are you used to fighting? I can make anything out of ice that I can form a good picture of."

At that Hawke sobers just a little. All the creatures that Hawke used to fight are enough to give any child nightmares for weeks. The last thing Hawke wants to do is show a group of children a darkspawn or a pride demon or a revenant.

"Ah, maybe it's for the best I leave that part up to you."

Jack nodded, either not sensing or ignoring the awkwardness of Hawke's reply. "No problem," he answered. "Don't worry, we'll do a few practice runs before we get ourselves a real audience. Just so you know what to expect."

Then his exuberance tamed slightly. "But, one thing at a time. Did you find everything you needed in your suite?"

Hawke's perfectly fine with moving the conversation along, though he's growing more and more curious about Jack. Just how can he make things out of ice? "Sounds like you've got this all planned out. Remind me to bring my axes along next time."

He shrugs, looking mildly annoyed at most. "Everything but my dog. You'd think if this emperor could bring all of us here bringing my dog along wouldn't be much of a challenge."

"It's possible that you could find your dog during a landfall," Jack said. "I know that Korra found Naga, and Percy found Mrs O'Leary. Strange things seem to arrive from our worlds, but not on the turtle itself. I even found Baby Tooth there, so even people can arrive."

Hawke's got no clue who those other people are but that absolutely gets his attention. A chance to get his dog back? Why yes he will be all over that. "How often do these landfalls happen?"

"It depends?" Jack said thoughtfully. "Though usually every couple of months, there seems to be one. I guess it depends on wherever Asti feels like swimming. The last one was a place that celebrated winter!" he enthused, the reaction was far more excited than a regular person's would be.

That just makes Hawke chuckle. Of course, no one is this excited about winter without having some reason to be. At least, no one he knows anyway. It's enough to make him curious. "I'm starting to sense a theme with you."

"Mm?" It took Jack a moment to realize what Hawke meant, and then he chuckled. "Well, I should hope so."

He smirks and takes a moment to examine Jack more closely. Whatever Jack is, he's much more than a boy with an unfortunate skin complexion. If he can create things out of ice perhaps he's a mage. Only one way to find out really.

"So, just what are you?" Master of subtlety, that's Hawke.

"Hey, careful how you go around saying stuff like that," Jack retorts, though he knows what Hawke means-- there are just others in the city who wouldn't take as kindly to the phrasing.

"I'm a spirit. I guess you must have others like me where you're from, since you could see me right away. That's usually the way it goes."

That would be good advice if Hawke actually cared about not upsetting people. At this point he's already gotten on two other people's nerves from asking that same question and that's only the few days he's been here. In Kirkwall, Hawke has driven so many people up the wall that he doesn't even bother keeping count anymore.

"Really? No offense but I thought a spirit would be a little more flashy." Here Hawke thought a spirit would look like some regal being. Maybe it's only demons that want to be gaudy. "Then again I've only met one other and I'm not even sure he counts anymore. He has a few too many anger issues."

"Some of them are," Jack said easily, thinking of the spirits he'd met in his own world. "I'm just a simple guy. Snow, ice, frost. Blizzards and snow days. You know what a snow day is, right?"

"That explains a lot," Hawke says as he makes a vague gesture at all of Jack.

The 'snow day' comment seems to confuse him though. His eyebrows knit together and he tilts his head to the side slightly. It's the same look Hawke's dog gives him when it's confused by something. "A day when it snows I'm guessing?"

"Close! It means a day where it snows enough that things like schools and businesses close, meaning that people can take a day off and enjoy themselves. Kids especially like the chance to get out of classes," he added.

"If that happened in Ferelden everything would come to a screeching halt." Ferelden is known for having some frigid winters but they never stopped anyone from doing what needed to be done. It never stopped his father from kicking him out of the house when he was a boy either. Different place different culture he supposes.

"Then again, I wouldn't have minded a day off from all the crazy."

"Maybe you'll like Keeliai then," Jack speculated. "Things here seem to move a little slower than how they do when I'm from. This is more like how things were a hundred years ago."

D. FOR HAWKE

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