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05 ❄ ( voice )

[ Jack has come back to the city after his fight with Kyle and his talk with Bucky at the shell's edge. He isn't quite ready for video replies yet, knows that despite the usual cheerful timbre he's forcing into his voice it won't cover the fact that his eyes are sad and hollow. ]

Has anyone seen Periwinkle? I went to her suite to give her fresh snow but she's not there and it looks...

[ he fumbles for the right description ]

Unused.

[ private to Finnick ]
Sorry I haven't figured out those other lures yet, I... something-- kind of came up. I take it you saw the announcement?

[ private to Damian ]
I... wanted to apologize, for what I said to you on the sled hill. When you brought up-- I, I just shouldn't have snapped back at you like that. I don't have any right to say who trusts you and who doesn't. I'm sorry.

[ private to Kyle ]
... please don't tell everyone about the snow. I get it, okay? It was wrong and fake and cheating and a horrible thing. But just let them have a good memory of it and-- and I won't spread any more snow like that around. Please. I'll... I'll do whatever you want.

[ He doesn't think he could take it if all the people who thanked him for the snow day suddenly turned on him for it. The ones who'd had their hearts lightened enough to even be able to see him for the first time. ]

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The sooner the better.

[Sorry, no such luck.]

You want to come over? Or I can come to you.

[ damn ]

Um, maybe I'd better come over there. I haven't had a chance to clean up yet.

Alright.

I'll be here.

[In a tone that implies there's another time limit being put into place; if he doesn't show within a certain time, she'll coming looking after him. Not like she doesn't know where he lives.]

[ Jack turns off his console, takes an uncomfortable look around his room where everything is wearing a two inch layer of snow. When he was talking with Damian his emotions had been running high and he hadn't even noticed he was snowing the room until after the conversation had ended.

He gets up and takes a deep breath, lowering the temperature further in his room to keep the snow from melting while he was out, so it would be a matter of sweeping rather than mopping later. Then he pulls his hood up and makes his way to Zatanna's tree. ]

[Her gaze continues to alternate between the door and window.]

[In the past, she would have automatically assumed window. However, after the recent revelations of the Turtle's decay...well, Zatanna had already been out there twice herself today, as evident by the few twigs still stuck her hair, and the light scratch against her right cheek. She'd witnessed first-hand just how badly the tree's condition was, and wondered if Jack knew it wasn't safe for inter-suite traveling.]

[ The knock does actually come from the door, and before she opens it he's done his best to quell what he's really feeling. So she'll be greeted with a grin and two bright blue papaya-like fruits, widely considered delicious by the kedan. ]

Hey. Brought snacks.

[She...was not expecting the fruit, honestly. Why did it seem like her entire life or dream-life or whatever this place was seemed to revolve around food? ...not that she was complaining, mind you. In fact, she even offers a slightly confused, but genuine smile as she accepts the papaya-like fruit.]

Thanks--oh, wow, this actually looks like it might be really ripe.

[Surprising, given what she'd seen of the Turtle's flora lately.]

Aren't you worried about the ration restrictions, though?

[ It's good to focus on something mundane for the moment so Zatanna's remark actually draws a slightly laugh from him. ]

Zatanna, I don't need to eat, that pretty much makes me the ultimate ration-er. Rationee?

So when I ask for two fruits instead of the whole list of things we're allowed to take, they don't seem to mind that much.

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That's true.

[There were times she almost forgot about some of the less obvious aspects of being a Spirit.]

[Shutting the door behind them both, she indicated for him to go take a seat while she found a knife to cut the fruit for them both.]

I'll just be a second. I'm almost positive I remember how to properly cut these things.

[ calls after her: ] Start from the bottom.

[ Then he goes to take a seat as indicated. He tries the couch, then the back of the couch, then the chair, then the floor. Nowhere seemed to find placement for his fidgeting today. ]

[She nodded absently at the suggestion, but paid little attention to hid fidgeting because there was already something else on her mind.]

[The two fruits sat atop her counter. The knife next to them. It wasn't that Zatanna ever had issues with doing things the old-fashioned way...sometimes, it was even more fun...but, considering her recent mood...]

[She raised a hand, muttering a quick spell under her breath. The knife rose into the air, making quick work of them both. Leaving perfectly square pieces, neatly arranged on a small plate she floated down from the cabinet.]

[Even the smallest hint of rebellion--of using her own magic because she could--should have made her feel better, but there was little joy in her step as she returned to her chair. She took a piece for herself before offering Jack the plate without meeting his gaze.]

[ Jack took one of the pieces and then set the plate down between them. The violet flesh of the fruit was smooth and he rolled it between his fingers, only to discover when he went to take a bite that absently frozen it solid and it was like trying to bite into a hockey puck. ]

... ow.

[The faint cry drew her attention; confused for half a second, it was only once she got a good look at the cube in his hand she realized what happened. Her shoulders slumped; she knew what it meant when Jack started losing full control over his abilities.]

You're upset.

Want me to get you a fork? Would that help?

No, um-- [ he floundered briefly ] no, they're good cold too. Kind of like a, a cubed slushie, yeah!

[ He brought it to his lips only to have a brief moment of consternation when he realized he couldn't breathe on it to warm it up. To cover, he popped the whole thing in his mouth where it stuck a pointed corner visibly against the side of his cheek like a chipmunk who'd swallowed a right angle. ]

Mmmm...

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[She knew he was lying. Still, the visual of him chipmunking a frozen cube of fruit was too ridiculous not to chuckle. Tilting her hair forward so he wouldn't see the mirth, she took a moment to collect herself before look back up again.]

[Might as well get to the point, before the fruit took them on a permanent tangent.]

Jack, listen, the reason why I said we needed to talk? Well...after you and Kyle talked, he came to see me.

[ It took a thankful few moments of persistent chewing to get the cube down, moments which gave him an opportunity to figure out how to react to her words. When his mouth was clear and he did speak, his voice was carefully neutral. ]

What did he say?

My guess? The abridged version of whatever it was he said to you.

[Her eyes narrow slightly. Clearly, the conversation had not gone so well...but it wasn't Jack she was mad at for the moment.]

He was one of the last people I'd have ever thought would react like that.

I'm sorry.

But words only?

[ Jack's gaze was searching, worried, fretful... but no, no, Kyle would never use those glowing summons on Zatanna, right? He wouldn't do that to a friend. ]

It's not something you have to apologize for, Zatanna. He... he was right about it. About me.

[We'll get back to the pity party in a second, Jack, because say that first part again?]

What do you mean 'words only'?

I mean he didn't do anything to you, right? When he was angry?

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No.

Why? What did he do to you?

[ Jack shook his head, reaching for another cube of fruit. ]

It's not important, I just... I think he just wanted to make a point.

Jack.

[Her voice was low, and she purposely pulled the plate of fruit away to make sure she had his full attention. Avoiding the subject was possibly the worst thing he could do. There wasn't a chance she was going to let this slide.]

What did he do?

[ But he's clammed up now, his expression spooked. Even if Kyle came to talk to her, Jack doesn't want to involve her any more than he has to. If she finds out, she might do something... Zatanna-like. ]

[She absolutely would. Because she was more certain now than ever that something was wrong. Jack was spooked. He wasn't talking. There was only one reason why he wouldn't tell her something.]

He really did do something, didn't he?

[She leans back against her chair for a moment, shoulders slumping and expression turning sad. All too quickly, however, the anger returns.]

What was it? Did he threaten you? Attack?

He never even bothered to tell you why he was so mad, did he?

[The last part, she knew based on their conversation. League Business, he said. Things he wouldn't've even told her had the secret already not been spilled.]

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