[Open] Let's run and have some fun

[justanexpression]

Who: Jack Frost and anyone!
When: A few days after Jack's arrival
What: Jack Frost is bored. That can only end one way.


There's something very strange going on with the streetlights around the city. They blink on and off in sequence, possibly having something to do with the young man flying lazy loops over top of them, occasionally landing on one or on top of a building, leaving little frost trails wherever he went.

Having his powers, his powers, back had been such a rush the first day or two, but the lack of people had quickly drained a lot of his enthusiasm. He'd gotten used to not being alone. Maybe this was some weird bizarro world where everything was backwards and he was the only one not invisible. It wasn't a pleasant thought.

Not that he'd admit he was looking for people now, of course. Just... if he ran across someone, well, maybe he wouldn't exactly be upset.

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[in_no_sense_civilized]

It was fitting for how he was flitting about and only lighting a few things really. If he wanted more substantial music he'd move less whimsically wouldn't he?

"My good lad, I'm a radio DJ," naturally. "Now I'm sure you haven't met anyone of quite my caliber but I assure I'm quite genuine. And yourself? You're...hmmm, let me guess, the new window man?"

[justanexpression]

He wasn't trying to light anything, it was just happening. Okay, so maybe he thought it was kind of a fun effect, but the flying was its own game. The game could wait for now, though.

Jack landed lightly on the sill, eyeing the speaker with an annoyed frown for a few seconds before poking it with the crook of his staff, a layer of frost and ice quickly forming over the front and muffling the sound. "I'm Jack Frost."

And he was leaving it at that. He definitely didn't do windows.

[in_no_sense_civilized]

Oh my. Brainy watched the end of the staff as it poked him, bemused and probably ed at the same time, "Ah, how charming. A winter fairy." Alas that wasn't exactly a job was it? "But given this local you'll need to have proper employment, may I suggest Popsicle peddler? Ah, no, Freon technician and AC repair!"

Also? It was rude to poke people's speakers with sticks! So it was only natural to stub out his cigarette on the frosted length wasn't it?

[justanexpression]

Fairy. He hadn't quite made up an appropriately unhappy response when the... the thing went and put out a cigarette on his staff. His shout had an edge of startled pain under the anger; the staff wasn't him, exactly, but it was tied to him, and that meant he felt that. He jerked away, catching himself on a burst of wind just out of reach. If the wind got a bit protective and maybe overzealous and took a swirl around the office through the window, he certainly wasn't going to stop it now. "Watch it!"

[in_no_sense_civilized]

"Oh but I was!" he assured cheerfully. "I was watching it be rather rude to my equipment and so rudeness in turn. Quid pro quo as it were and all that. Wasn't that enchanting though? Tell me, have you always felt overly attached to frosted wood? Is it an aspect of your winter subset as it were? And more importantly would you allow me to interview you? I'm certain it'll be hilarious. In that 'are you melting in my studio' kind of way!"

[justanexpression]

Jack ground his teeth together, eyes narrowing in honest anger, before he took off on the wind, up and over the buildings on the street to go sulk on a rooftop somewhere.