[OPEN] Life's flushest feather...

[wintershepherd]

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.

Comments

A. FOR DAMIAN

[wintershepherd]

Jack looked eagerly forward to each visit he got to spend with Taraja. The young turtle was developing in mental leaps and bounds, going from the mental equivalent of a toddler to a schoolchild's acuity in just a few short weeks. Her curiosity and craving for knowledge was almost insatiable and the spirit found a delight in being constantly asked to share his experiences on things he'd done and seen over the centuries. He tried to always specify if something was particular to his world and when he didn't know the answer to something, he was easygoing in admitting it, promising to look into the topic and share what he'd learned.

The hatchling was growing physically as well, so today Jack had used his staff and the Wind to clear snow from a large patch of grass, leaving a clear area for Taraja to sprawl with legs funny extended in all directions. The spirit was sitting atop her shell (which she had insisted multiple times that his cold was fine, she didn't even feel it -- Jack supposed that if Asti had entire frozen mountain ranges on his back, even a hatchling must have some impressive cold resistance to just his own temperature) and had with him a pair of buckets with a natural oil and some cloths. He had left a message for Damian to meet them here and waited for the younger one to arrive.

B. FOR CLARA

[wintershepherd]

Jack was glad that Clara had volunteered to help out at the Welcome Center. Not only because he appreciated the extra pair of hands but because what he had seen recently with her was that, like Jack himself, Clara needed to keep busy both mentally and physically when something was troubling her. And knowing what that something was didn't make it any easier, something that could not be changed from here in Keeliai... and depending on what information you believed, perhaps not at all.

So Jack was determined to at least give her something positive and productive to focus on, which ironically was exactly what the Welcome Center did for him as well. He'd said that she could meet him for a training shift this afternoon and was idly sorting some of the books that had been donated while he waited for her to arrive.

C. FOR BOOKER

[wintershepherd]

Jack had been absolutely sincere when he'd offered Booker the option to stay in the WO-3A treehouse with him. The spirit had been given three levels on his arrival and used exactly a third of that space, only the topmost level. He wasn't sure if the man would take him up on the invite but he adjusted the temperature to be not so frigid inside just in case, at least until he heard one way or another.

D. FOR HAWKE

[wintershepherd]

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.

I. - WELCOME CENTER

[unetrustworthy]

Midii knew by now that there were two places where she was all but guaranteed to find Jack. Either in his quarters, or at the Keelai Welcome Center. The former seemed a bit too personal--there were a small handful of people at most whom she would consider intruding upon in such a manner--which left the latter.

In many ways, it was the more logical of the two choices, anyway, given her reason for wanting to see him. Her map was filled to the borders (and then some) with notes she had been taking about the City. The most cost-effective restaurants in Fire. Shops in Metal where she might be more likely to find items reminiscent of home. Routes that were safest to walk home, should she stay out past sunset. Things people don't always think about asking until they realize they need to know.

The tiny bell at the door alerted anyone in the room of her presence. She didn't even flinch this time--her months spent on the Turtle had eased her reflexes away from paranoia. No longer did she feel so nervous about letting other people know she was there.

"Hello? Is anybody here?"