Deck, Sunday Lunchtime

[bitten_notshy]

Jack Dawson had found Rose, which was the kind of good that went beyond words like good and well into what might be termed the supercalifragelisticexpialidocious territory. He still wasn't sure about this place -- the time travel stuff was just freaking strange -- but the people seemed like they'd be good people to be around, mostly. Nobody except Cal had been snotty to him. And of course, Rose was there. Nothing could go too bad when Rose was around. Maybe he could get a job and stick around until he saved up enough money to get up to New York.

But all of that was for later.

For now, he sat at one of the tables outside the dormitory building, half-smoked cigarette clenched between his teeth as he enjoyed the sunshine and sketched anything that caught his eye. It wasn't serious artwork, but it helped to pass the time.

[OOc: Open patio, natch.]

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[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

Hannibal was still as normal as could be save for the pouting and grumpiness leftover from yesterday. But, it was a nice day outside and staying inside was only going to make him more grumpy.

He didn't recognize the guy on the deck but that didn't matter. Company was company. "Everyone's an artist here."

[bitten_notshy]

"Yeah?" Jack's eyes flickered over the guy with brief interest, and he set his smoke to the side. "I'm just doing this 'cause I couldn't find a poker game."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Where'd you look?" Hannibal asked, giving Jack a raised eyebrow at he took a seat. "I don't think people tend to advertise their gambling gatherings."

[bitten_notshy]

"Yeah, I didn't really know where to look," Jack admitted quickly, not seeming too bothered. "Probably that's why I didn't have much luck, huh?"

[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

"Zat steenks," Fleur informed the boy as she left the dorms. Really, did this school have no rules at all?

[bitten_notshy]

"Sorry, miss," Jack said, only rolling his eyes a little. "I didn't figure it would bother anybody outside."

[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

"It steens everywhere," she informed him, tilting her head as she noticed the sketches. "Are you drawing?"

[bitten_notshy]

"I am," he said, and turned the notebook so she could see his loose sketch of the early spring trees and daffodils. "I like drawing people better, but I don't think that stinks."

[endsthegame]

"Starving artist?" Peter hazarded, draping himself over the nearest chair.

There was something familiar about the boy, just out of reach. Stupid Ender - he could've at least let Peter have some memories that were worth a damn.

[bitten_notshy]

"Got it in one," Jack said, looking up at the guy. "Are you one too, or were you just guessing?"

[endsthegame]

"Educated guess," Peter said, sprawling, and wishing he'd brought a pair of sunglasses. "You wouldn't happen to have known a brat called Ender, by any chance?"

[bitten_notshy]

Jack frowned. "What is that, Scandanavian?" he asked. "Sorry. I just woke up here yesterday."

He offered his hand. "Jack Dawson."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

There were all kinds of new people here today, weren't there? "Long weekend, guy?"

[endsthegame]

"Longest of my life," Peter said, idly, turned over, and squinted at him.

Lovely. Someone else who twigged, but whose spot was otherwise blank in the memory given to him.

He took a stab in the dark. "Know Ender?"

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

Rose was having a wonderful day. After finding Jack, she couldn't believe it would get better, but it had, and she wanted to hold onto it as long as possible.

She'd found her way back to that tea shop in the little village (and knowing that this wasn't a ship now made all of that make so much more sense) and had procured some hot chocolate and biscuits. They gave her the chocolate in funny paper cups, but that seemed adventurous somehow, and she didn't mind at all.

Rose saw Jack sketching outside. She didn't want to interrupt him, but she couldn't help coming up behind him to see what he might be working on.

[bitten_notshy]

It had been a quick, loose drawing of a nearby cluster of bushes with a few daffodils just barely starting to peep up at the bottom. He was absorbed int it and in the other guests on the patio, and didn't give any sign if he heard her.

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

She smiled a little, admiring the line of his shoulders and the sun in his hair as his talented (as well she knew) hands sketched over the paper.

It was improper and there were other people around, but Rose couldn't help herself as she leaned down to whisper in his ear. "A very talented artiste, Mr. Dawson," she said softly, smiling at the brush of his hair over her cheek.

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

After being informed by Jack of Rose's similar background, Hannibal couldn't very well not say hello, right?

"So, I hear you're far from home," he greeted. "Doing all right?"

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

"Far from home?" Rose replied, giving the newcomer a little nod. She glanced at Jack, her eyes lighting up. "No, I don't think I'm so far."

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Failure to find any bounties aside, this island was kinda cool. Interesting people, charming town.

And the booze wasn't bad either.

Currently she felt like lounging around and enjoying a smoke. So, she pulled herself up a lounge chair and lounged.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack, absorbed in sketching and other conversations, barely noticed the girl. And if he had, he would have let her be.

He wasn't Cal Hockley. He didn't think being there first made it his own personal deck. Other people could smoke there too.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Domino appreciated that, but she didn't mind conversation either. Nor was she shy.

"Drawing anything in particular?"

[ihaveniceteeth.livejournal.com]

Gwen came out onto the deck, hoping to find that Chekov kid.

That or someone else who knew what was going on.

[bitten_notshy]

Don't mind the boy from 1912 over here. He might have drawn from life models a far amount, but he was still naive enough not to expect that much flesh on display in public.

He would be furtively staring at her chest until she caught him.

[ihaveniceteeth.livejournal.com]

Gwen was the only lead female on a science fiction show, she was very used to teenage boys staring at her chest.