The roof: Sunday evening

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

This particular Sunday, the roof was not a roof of emo. At least not so far. It was, if you had to assign it an emotion, a roof of tired smugness.

This would be because Jack was sitting on the edge, dangling his legs over, eating pizza and watching the sun set, feeling both tired and smug. It had been a very long week, but it had had an extremely satisfactory conclusion.

As long as no one killed him for messing with their stuff (and he was seriously considering denying all knowledge and memory of those incidents from here on out) he was going to call it a success.

[It's a roof -- unless a mad team of dimension-hopping builders suddenly appear in a blinding flash of light and erect a gazebo or something, it's going to keep being open! So, yes, of course, open, and Jack will happily share his pizza. I go AFK for a bit, but I'll be back.]

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[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

"And this is mostly delicious. I'm glad that there's always pizza to be shared." He took another bite of the slice in his hand. So very tasty.

He sighed, and looked out at the pink and orange clouds around the sunset. "Although sometimes, eating food from a public place isn't always a great idea," he said quietly, half to himself.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Hmm, you could be right." Jack's brain was trying to convince him that yes, there had been a connection between that cupcake and his transformation into Robert Goulet, but he was steadfastly ignoring it. Or trying to. "I can promise the pizza is safe, if it makes you feel better."

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

Hamlet finished off his pizza, and smiled back at Jack. "So long as this pizza in no way causes people to start belting out Billy Joel numbers at a pitch loud enough to be heard in town, I'm all for it."

He wiped some of the grease on his hands off, and then grabbed a slice of the Mexican pizza this time.


Despite all evidence to the contrary, the mun in no way shares the character's irrational hatred of Billy Joel, nor of any other 80s pop star.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack stared at the pizza in his hand, then over at Hamlet. "Does the pizza usually cause that?"

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

Hamlet crossed his arms on top of his knee, and rested his chin on top of that.

"I think it was pasta. It was definitely something Italian that did it."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Uh oh." Jack was trying very hard not to laugh, but it wasn't easy. "How long did it last for?"

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

"Oh, only about a day," Hamlet said, smiling faintly at the memories. "These things never seem to last too long. It was only my second month here at the school, and I was deeply annoyed at breaking out in song every time I tried to speak in class or the common rooms."

He took another bite of his pizza. "Things never do truly change around here, do they?"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"So far I've been a beast, a fox, a mouse, and Robert Goulet. So I'm goimg to go with nope, they don't." Jack sighed and finished the bit of pizza he was eating, then leaned on his knees, looking out over the island. "I'm gonna miss it."

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

"Me too," agreed Hamlet, staring out at the school grounds. "Aside from the occasional bout of compulsively singing Billy Joel, or turning into a precocious lion cub, or believing that I'm a demented chef with a cakenschmooscher, this has been a good place. I wish that it was possible to stretch out the time between now and graduation. There's things I need to do back home in Denmark that I'm not keen on doing."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Same here. I mean, I like where I'm going, but I wish I didn't have to leave all this behind," he sighed, then blinked as part of what Hamlet had said registered. "You were the lion cub? Damn, you were cute. And you gave me a name."

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

"Yes, that was in fact me," he finally admitted. "As nauseatingly cute an unusual that turning into a lion cub was, that was still somehow me underneath. And you're welcome. I hope you liked the name."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"I did. Or, well, the beast, whoever he was," and Jack had to roll his eyes at the memory, "apart from being a sap, really appreciated it." He studied Hamlet for a minute, then asked, "What do you have to do in Denmark that's so bad?"

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

Hamlet continued to stare out at the school grounds, but his expression darkened a bit

"Avenge my dead Father by killing my uncle, who's the current usurper king."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Oh." Jack really didn't know what to say to that. Good luck seemed a bit callous, and Hamlet didn't seem like the type to want sympathy. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather be a lion cub?" he finally asked, laughing a little. "It would be a lot simpler."

[ooc: sorry for the delay - work is a thing of evil.]

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

Hamlet nodded his head slightly, while still keeping it balanced on his knee.

"Sometimes I think it would be. You'd think that it would be so much easier to simply scamper about and sing, and not have to come up with complicated and fatal revenge plans."

[OOC: 'S alright. :)]

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. It does have a certain appeal." Jack leaned back on his hands, studying Hamlet. "Except you'd probably end up with a hairball. You got any ideas on how to work this revenge of yours?"