❄ first snow

[snowstorms]

[Despite waking up in a weird room, Jack isn't one to spend a lot of time indoors. He explores the outside of the castle instead, one hand on the journal, the other wrapped firmly around his staff. He is easy enough to see: a pale, lanky boy sliding along banisters, drawing frost ferns on the windowpanes, and even surfing down the roof on a ramp of ice.]

Pretty interesting read, I gotta say. [A cold wind ruffles the pages of the journal as he goes.] And magical too, if the transcription means anything.

Hey, magic book! Can you answer a couple questions? Like, ah, which way is home? I think I got turned around somewhere, even though that... doesn't usually happen.

Another thing. Didn't we already have Easter? [The cheer in his voice starts to fade.] Whoever wrote down the date in here is... more than a month off.

That's... weird.

[ooc: Feel free to catch him flying around like a lunatic or over the journal, just specify which!]

Comments

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She tilts her head at him]

Yeah well I don't see any right now so unless there's one hiding behind me somewhere I'll say whatever the hell I want.

{pause.... waitwhat?]

Wait. You didn't know anyone could see you?

[snowstorms]

[Man, she's sassy.]

Sometimes little kids. [And only sometimes.] But you're not a little kid, obviously.

[eat_me_beat_me]

Obviously.

[You haven't even seen the worst of it, man.

She tilts her head at him, giving him a strange look]

You're seriously telling me that usually no one can see you except for little kids?

[snowstorms]

[He hovers, his feet just a couple inches above the ground.]

Well... yeah. It's part of the job. Don't you think Santa would have a hard time if parents busted him putting presents under the tree?

Not that I'm Santa. It's an example. He's a great guy, though.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Eh that doesn't bother her. She's friends with other people who can fly so it ain't no thang.

But WTF is this dude going on about with SANTA?]

... Santa? Really? You're talking like you've met Santa.

[snowstorms]

[Jack's expression doesn't change.]

I have! He's got a big workshop and everything, just like the stories.

[Except for the part where the elves make the toys, 'cause they can't even be expected to deliver cookies without eating them.]

[eat_me_beat_me]

Well Mark told me that the Easter Bunny is here so I guess that's not that much of a stretch of the imagination.

[She shrugs]

So who're you supposed to be?

[snowstorms]

[He grins lopsidedly.] Really? I'll just have to say hello.

[He leans on his staff far more than someone should be able to, as if he doesn't weigh a thing.]

I'm Jack. Jack Frost.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Her eyebrows shoot up.]

Jack Frost. Seriously?