IC Contact

[neverdied]

"Yeah?"

(All forms of ic contact accepted here.)

Comments

[redhott]

heeey Jack
soooo
Ive got a favor to ask of you

text;

[pillz]

got somethin 4 u
its hard, got fangs, & too big 2 fit in my fuckin pants
hows eta on ur homework

text; (for misfire madness, maybe)

[heckblazer]

if you don't have christmas eve plans you could come by and eat what my mother made

Misfire! 1/3

[foreshadower]

Misfire! 2/3

[foreshadower]

Misfire! 3/3

[foreshadower]

We should do dinner tonight, yes?

Text - Misfire (let's make Jack's life a bit better

[ghoulking]

[ there is so much panic in this text like you wouldn't believe ]

someone just sent me a picture of a penis
it really is one
whats happening????
what do i do??????

text;

[redhott]

if I give you some money
will you buy me a bottle of liquor
Im giving it away as a xmas gift

its not for me

[ He feels like he needs to make this perfectly clear! ]

action;

[heckblazer]

[ A delivery is made to Jack's room at the Hotel - a package, rather messily-wrapped in newspaper. Within is a vegan cookbook, one with each recipe accompanied by fancy photography and overly-verbose prose from the author and chef. Oh, and every last recipe calls for truffle oil for no goddamned reason.

When and if Jack opens the book, a plain white piece of card paper will fall out with a note written in a messy hand:

Just in case you wanted a hobby other than bingo or naps
xoxoxo
John ]

01.22.2016 -- package.

[slightlyoffchilt]

[There's a package waiting for Jack, at his room in the Castile. A brown paper package tied with a simple twine.

Inside is such:

A gift and a note.]

Hope it's the right size. You might need it soon.

- Doctor Frederick Chilton

action but maybe not the kind of action kavinsky wishes it was. (nsfw????) (idk dont break up w me)

[pillz]

the united states of america is in uproar. nationwide blackouts, cryptic threats on the internet, germans in the prisons. and of course, when jack lands wide-winged and forEVEr stoic on the balcony of kavinsky's maurtia falls apartment, all he's after is meat for the dinosaur. kavinsky's had served up a side of exasperation first, of course-- a roll of his eyes before he acquiesced. said he'd be right back.

but when he emerges into the cold and dark afterward, he's carrying none of the supplies offered. the only meat in evidence is his own naked frame, pale in the dark, except for the socks on his feet and the new tattoos marching the longest bones of his fingers. dream thief. the frigid cold of the winter doesn't seem to bother him, or not yet.

02.24.2017 -- call.

[slightlyoffchilt]

So. You attacked Rincewind.

→ action;

[pillz]

[by now, kavinsky is a familiar sight to most of the staff at dr. chilton's psychiatric hospital for abnormal conditions. he's as familiar as he is out-of-place, parking his jewel-red ferrari among the ordinary vehicles in the lot, strutting out with giant sunglasses perched on his nose, six dollar triple shot latte in hand, a polo shirt to fend off the sun from his delicate white pallor. he's somehow simultaneously nothing like he used to be, and also more than he ever was.

he's polite to the nurses when he walks in. tells the one working at check-in that he ordered in some donuts. by now, most of the staff have started to buy into the idea that he's no longer the vicious little shit who'd bitten through donovan's hand two months ago, earlier in therapy, when there would be guards in the room with dr. chilton and he. guards who are still getting physical rehab for their injuries. but kavinsky still looks young; it's believable enough that treatment would work.

and he's clever enough to circumvent doubts about poisoned baked goods by paying caterers.

but not even kavinsky, mastermind edition, can anticipate all the twists!! the multiverse will throw at you. as he walks past donovan's old station, he stops to stare at a familiar old face.]

Look what the cat dragged in.