[ Upstairs, where doom happens:
Yesterday, Jack and Mary Anne shared a celebratory glass of wine. Today, Mary Anne paid a visit to Satine. A few facts are spilled; communication between two ex-lovers becomes necessary. So Jack and Satine have a talk with Mary Anne present. Or try to talk.
You know how it ends--with the word "well," and the phrase "does not." ]You may see a tall man in khakis, a white button-down shirt, and a dark green corduroy jacket walking downstairs with a suitcase and a cage containing one cat. The suitcase and the cage are both bulky objects. This is not the most curious thing about the man, nor is the rather atrocious olive green hat shoved over his head. They
do complement his eyes the way Mrs. Denham intended, but true to Jack Driscoll's prediction, his eyes cannot be seen.
There is, then, a method to the madness of wearing such a ugly hat. Depending on how observant you are, you may notice that his cheeks are a little damp.
You may also notice that there's a letter sticking out of one of his pockets. This he leaves at the bar. In exchange, Jack receives a thermos full of hot chocolate. The bar smartly gave him one with a shoulder sling. He wraps it over his shoulder, picks up his luggage, and keeps walking. It's hard not to look back, but it's important to him that he doesn't. He has to walk forward. He has to move on.
He has to grow. For her. For himself. For everyone.
So he leaves. He walks out the door.
He doesn't look back.
The next time she orders something from the Bar, Satine will find
( a letter. )[ ooc: don't be to flailing--jack will be back! flailing in an "OMG DOOM" way is encouraged. *nods* just no "omg jack is leaving the game!" cos...no! he vill be bach. much love to mary anne and satine -muns, who both are of the awesome, like a bowl of frosted flakes or cocoa puffs. *g* ]