quickattackjack: (fascinating!)
Good morning-- er. Good night-- HELLO, Johoto!

[Jack wastes no time face-caming it up. He is all smiles and his murkrow, Edgar, is on his shoulder.]

For anyone who's interested in attending the Dead Man's Party, we now have a date and location! It will be held in Goldenrod, on October the 27th! The lovely Miss Rangiku has offered her home to us for the evening. There will be refreshments, story swapping, and music if we can repair her piano in time.

Other Father, do you think you could help?

I'll be sending out invitations with directions to anyone who is interested. The living are welcome as well!
quickattackjack: (i could die laughing)
[Something's up with Jack...


The past few days, the tall thin man just hasn't seemed quite right. Excitable and antsy, not quite snappish but not his usual cheerful self, he stares into the distance often and seems distracted in his 'Gear conversations. He knows it's coming. He knows it's coming and all he can think about is home.

He's been pacing, head down, hands at his back, in front of Sprout Tower so long he's worn a groove in the dirt. Edgar the Murkrow flutters after him, concerned. She doesn't like him being so closed to the accursed building.]