tushanshu_logs | [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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And just on time, Clara shows up at the Welcome Center. However, as she had to rush over from the bakery in fire, she arrives out of breath and coughing out cold air from her lungs. She leans against the door frame and waves at Jack before brushing some snowflakes out of her hair.

She's bundled up rather ridiculously in a huge coat and scarf and she has to walk slowly over to him to make sure she doesn't slip on the icy residue on her boots.

"Just in time."

Jack smiled at her arrival, gesturing with an absent hand to turn the lingering water and slush on the floor back to flurries and out the door behind her. He winces a little at her cough.

"You didn't have to rush on my behalf," he said.

"I hate being late. Personal problem."

She coughs again and gently takes off her giant parka and scarf, still leaving a lighter jacket on, before going over to him. She still shivers, unused to the cold still after all these months, but her mood is lightened by the chance to do something new.

"Shall we get started then?"

"Sure," Jack answered, stretching his arms over his head and then moving towards the one wall where paper brochures were displayed on racks.

"So most of the information that's been put together are in these little pamphlets. I tried to divide the information up by sector so that people aren't tracking things down all over the city. Places that have food that's... you know, on the more normal side. Places where you can buy clothes and such, and places where you can get stuff for their houses. The kedan do set the suites up with a good start but..."

Clara picks one up and reads through it, dark brown eyes darting back and forth as she takes in the information before doing the same to the next one. As he speaks she nods slowly. All of it makes complete sense to her so far.

"Do we have pamphlets with other information? Like where to find chemist-for medicine and lady products, bookstores, things like that?"

"... Clara, I couldn't tell you where to find lady products in this city if you offered me a million dollars," Jack said blankly.

"Well then, thank god I've come to work here. It's a very important thing to consider when you arrive in a new place." She replies cheerfully with just a little hint of smugness.

"I was grateful for you coming to work here before this topic came up," he corrected with a quirked smile. "I'll take your word for it. How about I start making notes?"

"Thanks Jack," She smiles sweetly at him before suppressing cough behind her hand and reaching into her purse to pull out a notebook, "I can do that. Already started putting down a few ideas I had last night." She flips to the proper page and glances up at him, "Couldn't sleep last night."

Jack wisely didn't press on that particular topic, only nodding his understanding. "Tell you what, how about you get yourself organized and I get the little kettle I've got in the back going?"

There were several people who worked here who liked having tea during their shifts so he'd invested in the kedanese equivalent of an electric kettle.

"A cuppa sounds brilliant. Thank you, Jack." She gives him a fond pat on the arm before going and gathering a few more pamphlets to look over, sniffling occasionally and writing her notes with an air of seriousness. Clearly, she was determined to excel at this job.

He retreats to the back room and a few moments later the kettle is boiled. Tea is thankfully something he has quite some experience in making now, because of Zatanna's preference for it.

Hearing her sniffle, he returns with two mugs and sets them down on the desk. "I should take a fly over the city later tonight," he said. "See if I can't pull the dampness out of the air a little better. The dry cold's easier on most people."

"I don't think I do well in any sort of cold. I always end up sniffly and disgusting," She grabs her mug and huddles around it like it's a little fire. "But I'll take what I can get." She curls up in her chair and settles down in it, looking around the little building and appreciating it for being nice and cozy.

"Can't hurt," the spirit said brightly. "It's about the only Winter duty I get to do, so I may as well keep on top of it."

He gingerly touches the outer wall of his own mug but it's far too hot for him to pick up and drink yet so he waits.

She reaches into her pocket and hands him a clean handkerchief to cover his hand so he can grab the handle of the mug. "So all those years where London has gotten enough snow to shut down Heathrow, your doing?"

"All the way back to '29 when it was just a bitty little airstrip," Jack smirked. He smiles appreciatively at her for the handkerchief, testing the mug and finding it much easier to hold now. "Thanks."

[OPEN] Life's flushest feather...

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