Seahorse Cabin Steps: Early Wednesday Morning

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The sun was just pulling over the tops of the trees when Jack settled onto the Seahorse cabin steps.

He'd woken when the sun had slanted through the window. Cedric had been curled around him, muttering in his sleep, and Jack had taken a moment to simply enjoy it before easing away and slipping out of bed.

The Dining Hall had beckoned him with its promise of coffee, so he was a bit bemused to find himself sitting here, drinking tea.

But it was a beautiful morning.

[ooc: open and completely botherable. Content of Jack & Isabel's conversation NFB, please, but that they talked is fine for broadcast.]

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[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"He seemed really into the idea. And you know, if he's just there as the obligatory adult, he won't have a lot of chance to be creepy, right?" Greg said, shrugging. "And if he starts staring at the cheerleaders in a way that's obnoxious, I'll throw the basketball at his head and then everyone wins."

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

"Plus, that would be excellent practice," Tyler said. "Hitting a moving target, and all."

He ran a hand through his hair. "That class is at Caritas? I'll stop by after karate. Talk to creepy dude about it." He paused. "Does he have a name? Coach Creepy might not work."

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"I think it's Job," Greg said, thinking. "Last name is Bluth. I know that much."

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

"Job Bluth," Tyler echoed. "Thanks, man. I'll find him."

He tossed a quick salute to Greg. "See you at the cabin."

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"Bye, dude," Greg said, wandering off again.