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1st Floor Lobby, All Day

Karla had come back from New Gotham this morning in order to take her shift at selling prom tickets. So the first thing that she noticed was the copious amounts of glitter everywhere, not just confined to the Prom Tickets sign and the voting box.

By the end of her shift, she was barely noticing the glitter anymore. Dammit, island. She did not need this kind of distraction. Or the kind of distraction presented by the various students wandering through the dorms.

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Karla will try not to ogle you, but no promises.

Jack couldn't actually buy tickets to the Prom. Being three centuries old didn't mean a heck of a lot around here if you were a Sophomore, apparently.

That wasn't going to stop him from leaning over the ticket table and giving it a thoughtful looking-over. Because, hi, Jack Frost was a little antsy this week, and he needed all the distractions he could possibly get. Shiny, shiny glitter seemed like a good one.

"Big fans of glitter around here, huh?"

Also, hello Jack. Weren't you a pale and sexy thing?

"It's a Student Council thing," Karla replied, offering Jack a smile. "Sometimes I worry that there's some giant evil-glitter conspiracy that we're playing right into."

That's not as weird as it sounds, Jack. Not after you've been here awhile.

He was a pale and sexy and very cold thing. There probably weren't many people who could have sexy fun times with Jack without getting one body part or another frozen to him in the attempt.

"And have you got any evidence backing up the glitter's evil ways?" Jack leaned against his staff, smirking at Karla at that. "The weird mood the island has everyone in doesn't have anything to do with it, does it?"

Well, glitter did reportedly cause boykissy...

Karla was from Glacia. If she didn't have a Warren, she'd be tempted to see just how cold she could handle.

"That's not glitter, that's the pollen," Karla said with a sigh. "You feeling it, too, then? I would think you'd be immune."

And no, she wasn't settling down a little more on the table, giving an enticing view down her shirt. Shut up.

"And why would I be immune?" Jack just raised an eyebrow at that, his smirk not going anywhere fast. "All being me means is that I've had the hormones of a sixteen year-old for three hundred years, I can't touch anyone, and cold showers don't do me any good."

Yeah, it was a difficult life, being Jack Frost.

"Can't touch anyone?" Karla asked, having not thought this through at all. She leaned over the table, trailing her fingers over his face. "Brrr, yeah, okay. That explains that."

Jack Frost's skin was ice cold. Huh. Made sense, now that she thought about it.

"There are so many frostbite puns in my head right now, I can't even."

Oh wow, fingers against his face. That was... actually the first time anyone had really reached out to touch him like that, and it left him a little breathless.

"Because I've never heard any of those before," Jack replied, his voice low. And then he paused for a moment, tilted his head in thought, and looked back toward Karla. "Actually... I haven't."

"I'm not going to be the first to start," Karla declared, pulling her hand back. "Because there's not anyway that could end well today. Damn pollen. I'm going to need a cold sh--"

She stopped. Looked at Jack. Narrowed her eyes. Hmmm-ed.

"You can make it snow right here and now, can't you?"

"... Well, yeah. That's kind of what I'm all about. Snowballs and -- snowballs, mostly."

Funtimes. It was snowballs and funtimes, but funtimes seemed like an unwise thing to point out, today.

"Why? You want snow all over your dance tickets?"

It could be arranged!

"No, no, not all over the dance tickets," Karla said. "The glitter might run and then we'd have an actual glitter flood. And...I'm not entirely sure how that would affect things this week, other than people would be shiny and probably end up naked because glitter in your clothes is kinda like sand in your unmentionables."

Which Karla might not be willing to mention right now, but she was certainly thinking about. Because reasons.

"But what if I stood over here?" She came out from behind the table and stood in one corner of the lobby. "Could you make it super-cold? Like you were giving me a full-body hug super-cold?" Hmmm... "That's not an invitation!"

But only because she was being very good.

Jack would beg to differ, Karla.

"Well, I'm glad you cleared that up," he replied with a raised eyebrow, before giving his shoulders a shrug and waving his staff - not dirty - in her direction. She had asked for super cold, and Jack was definitely not going to pass up the opportunity to show off at any rate. If he just so happened to be showing off with a miniature indoor snowstorm there in the corner of the lobby, what of it? "Because, wow, I'm probably not the person to ask for full-body hugs, here."

Edited 2013-04-04 00:58 (UTC)

"You are if you want it to be that cold," Karla said, shivering in that corner. "Right now, a full-body hug from a guy that's practically made of snow is probably the only thing that can cool me down."

A sharp gust of wind cut through her clothing and she shivered again.

"Okay, this storm is doing a damn good job of it, too. You could market these this week. Five dollars for a personal blizzard to cool you off."

"Five dollars doesn't do me much good around here," Jack noted, though he looked thoughtful as he mused over that all the same. "I mean, most of the cashiers on the island can't even see me. There's one barista at the Perk who can, but I think I had to startle the heck out of her to manage that much."

He hummed a little, and then jumped up to perch on the edge of the ticket table.

"It... is a pretty marketable skill this week, though, isn't it?"

"Yeah it is," Karla said, closing her eyes as the cold made them sting. "Hell's fire, I bet the teachers would hire you to come to the prom and provide a place to toss the kids who start enjoying the dark corners a little too much."

She gave him a smile with lips tinged slightly blue. "And you can offer full-body hugs to anyone who wants to cool off with a more p-p-personal touch."

"Which still doesn't really do me any good," Jack pointed out, "so for those I might have to charge extra."

Still, it was an intriguing idea, and Jack found himself tempted to find out just how high the demand was for a guy whose touch could freeze water solid underfoot.

"Cause you're getting so many re-requests for h-hugs now?" Karla stuttered out. "Okay, I think I'm f-f-feeling b-b-better now. More interested in p-p-putting clothes on than taking them off."

Jack raised an eyebrow, gave another wave of his staff-not-dirty, and called off the little blizzard in the corner of the room.

"Yeah, definitely not getting much in the way of requests for hugs," he replied, sounding... maybe a touch bitter about that. "But getting up close and personal with people now isn't going to do much beyond rub in that I can't do much... beyond. You think I'm frustrated now..."

Karla thought about it for a brief second, decided she was already freezing, how much worse could it possibly get, and crossed the room to hug him.

Fuck. Okay. Could still get way colder.

"Sometimes it's just nice to be hugged," she told him, ignoring the, uhh, popsicle in his pants. "Frustrating, sure, but would you really rather not?"

For what it was worth, Jack was clinging a little like a limpet as it was.

"... I've been three centuries without," he mumbled into her shoulder. "I'm not about to start turning them down now, not if people are actually offering."

Karla hugged him again, then slowly peeled away. Literally peeled in one spot, where a callous on her hand had gotten stuck to him.

Ew. Sorry, Jack. But Karla wasn't going to turn down another mood killer, either.

"Maybe in heavy jackets and gloves?" she suggested.

...She was just gonna vanish that bit of skin now. Because, again, ew.

.... Yeah, ew.

Jack wrinkled his nose at that bit of skin until it disappeared, and then sighed and shrugged his shoulders. Good way to kill a mood, right there. Yep.

"I'll... think about it."

But if hugs kept ending up like that, he was going to be kind of iffy about them. Yep.

He was cold! Skin stuck to cold things! It was a fact!

"Sweatshirts and gloves," Karla said with a nod. "Have them cover up." So no skin-touchy. "This way it can last longer."

Good save!

Should you prefer to remain un-ogled.

Remembered, woo!

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