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Room 417, Latish Monday Morning
Mar. 23rd, 2009 04:33 pmJack woke up, ran through Jill's memories, and said, "Huh." Then he got up and went to check Jill's frighteningly OCD wall calendar.
Yep. The little frowny faces that denoted Jacktime were still a week away. Weird, but he wasn't complaining. Jill would probably spaz, but that was in the future, so who cared? Maybe the cycle was...adjusting, or something. Whatever. The important thing was that Jill had thrown out his jar of peanut butter. Again.
He was going to have to do something to get back at her for that.
((Jack is early due to plot-based timing necessity. Explanation can be found in Cycler. Read it, it's good. :D Open to anyone with, like, a reason to be in 417.))
Yep. The little frowny faces that denoted Jacktime were still a week away. Weird, but he wasn't complaining. Jill would probably spaz, but that was in the future, so who cared? Maybe the cycle was...adjusting, or something. Whatever. The important thing was that Jill had thrown out his jar of peanut butter. Again.
He was going to have to do something to get back at her for that.
((Jack is early due to plot-based timing necessity. Explanation can be found in Cycler. Read it, it's good. :D Open to anyone with, like, a reason to be in 417.))
