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Second floor common room: Wednesday morning after first period

It was Valentine's day. Jack had it on good authority that it was a day dedicated to love and romance, the inevitable outcome of which was pretty much always sex. That made it his kind of day, and - seeing as he hadn't done anything for his birthday yesterday - he'd decided to do something for Valentine's Day.

Which was why he'd picked up some handwavy supplies after Spy Tech, and commandeered the second floor common room kitchen for the making of pancakes. Heart shaped pancakes, in fact.

This is not easy to do when you've only got the use of one arm, the left one being tucked away in a sling to keep it from moving around. But he was managing, sort of, accompanied by occasional swearing as he missed a flipped pancake.

There was strawberry syrup, maple syrup, chocolate syrup, and lots of whip cream (though it was the kind that came in a can) along with a slowly growing stack of pancakes.

[ooc: open of course - heart shaped pancakes for all!]
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[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-02-14 09:39 am (UTC)(link)
Irulan entered the common room, lured by the sweet smell of food and was very glad to see Jack, the sling as yet, not registering. "Hello!"

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2007-02-14 09:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Irulan, hey!" Jack grinned at her over his shoulder. "Happy Valentine's day. Can I offer you breakfast?"

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-02-14 09:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Thank you, I would not turn down the offer of food." She said, then turned her head to the side, "What is Valentine's day?"

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2007-02-14 09:46 am (UTC)(link)
"As far as I can tell, it's a day to celebrate romance, in all its many and varied forms." He flashed her another grin, feeling pretty good this morning (the dose of pain killers he'd taken before class that morning were helping with that). "And you look gorgeous today, I must say. You couldn't do me a favour, could you?"

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-02-14 09:55 am (UTC)(link)
Any compliment from Jack, of course, would only end up in Irulan blushing. "Thank you. What favor do you need done?"

Conquer another world? Easy, Bring down a robotic Empire? easy beans.

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2007-02-14 09:58 am (UTC)(link)
Irulan blushing only made Jack smile wider and carefully nudge her with his elbow. "Could you grab a couple of eggs out of there," he pointed at the carton on the counter, "crack them in that bowl, then whisk them up? It's hard to do with only one hand. There was some unpleasantness earlier. Not pretty."

[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com 2007-02-14 09:40 am (UTC)(link)
River was on her way out, when the smell of pancakes distracted her. She quietly peeked inside the kitchen, saw Jack, and then quickly disappeared upstairs again. Isabel had told her it had been his birthday yesterday, and she did have a present in mind.

She returned as quietly as she had disappeared. The present was pointless to wrap and difficult to hide behind her back, so she just walked up to Jack and handed him the same harpoon that she'd pulled out of his shoulder. "Happy birthday," she said, grinning.

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2007-02-14 09:44 am (UTC)(link)
Jack dropped the frypan with a clatter when he saw what River was carrying, sending a sploop of pancake batter over the edge. "Is that my harpoon?" he asked, looking at it warily as if it might suddenly decide it wanted another taste of him, but he accepted it automatically. "I didn't know you'd kept it."

[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com 2007-02-14 09:50 am (UTC)(link)
"It ended up in the pile of knives Buffy and I kept. And yes, it's yours." River glanced at the frying pan and then back at Jack. "Sorry. About you getting hurt."

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2007-02-14 09:51 am (UTC)(link)
Jack held it up for a closer look, and rubbed his thumb across it's smooth surface. "You know," he said with a small laugh. "It felt a lot bigger when it was sticking out of my shoulder. And it's okay, River. Not your fault." He'd already had this talk with Sam, and he knew, no matter what anyone else believed, that it was his own fault he'd gotten hurt.

[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com 2007-02-14 09:55 am (UTC)(link)
River shrugged. "You were being you. I should have expected that. Just like Blair was being himself trying to talk his way out of things." She took Jack's hand, sqeezed it, then let go. "You're making pancakes," she commented.

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2007-02-14 10:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, reckless and stupid. I won't be doing it again in a hurry." Jack very carefully leaned the harpoon against the counter, already feeling very attached to it. They did know each other intimately, after all. "You, on the other hand, were incredible," he told her, thoughts a mixture of awe and wonder as he remembered River taking down the Reavers. "And yes, pancakes. Heart shaped for Valentine's Day. Want some?

[identity profile] kawalsky.livejournal.com 2007-02-14 11:24 am (UTC)(link)
Kawalsky walked in, saw that Harkness was making pancakes and scowled. "Bastard stole my schtick." He stomped back out, disappeared and went to get breakfast elsewhere.

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2007-02-14 11:29 am (UTC)(link)
Jack had seen Kawalsky come in and smirked when he stomped out again. "Stole it, and made it a million times better." He gave the fry pan an expert flick, sending the pancake into the air in a perfect arc, and caught it with a little flourish.

[OOC: *sporfle*]

[identity profile] lovelylana.livejournal.com 2007-02-14 02:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Lana was getting ready to head into town to pick up some stuff, when she heard a familiar voice as she passed the second floor. She made a brief detour and poked her head in the common room. "Hey Jack," she said with a little smile. "Happy Valentine's Day."

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2007-02-14 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey, Lana. Thank you!" Jack waved at her with a spatula. "And to you, and you're looking delicious this morning. Care for a pancake? Or two?"

[identity profile] lovelylana.livejournal.com 2007-02-14 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Lana smiled at him. "You sure know how to brighten a girl's spirits," she said as she debated whether her stomach would let her eat. "Um... one would be nice."

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2007-02-14 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
He turned around to get a better look at her, and frowned. "You okay? There seems to be a bit less of you than last time I saw you."

[identity profile] lovelylana.livejournal.com 2007-02-14 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Lana's eyes went wide and she looked a bit guilty, with maybe the slightest edge of panic. "Um, I'm fine. Just... a couple of bad weeks."

She bit her lip. "You heard about Phoebe and Bel?" She looked at him again. "And what happened to you?"

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2007-02-15 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
His eyes narrowed, but he let it go. He did load a plate with two pancakes, and hand it to her with a stern look. "I did, a bit. I don't know specifics. And me?" Jack glanced at his shoulder, then lifted the long, slender bladed harpoon River had given him earlier. "I got this through the shoulder. It was pretty painful."

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[identity profile] l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com 2007-02-14 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Smelling the siren song of Pancakes, Billy found his way to the 2nd floor common room. Heh, they were heart shaped.

"Hey, Jack right?" Billy greeted.

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2007-02-15 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey, Billy." Jack waved at him. "And yup. Fairy tales, remember?" he said. "Can I offer you a pancake?"

[identity profile] l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com 2007-02-15 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes I remember. That house gave me cavities just looking at it. I'd love a pancake thanks." He noticed the sling. "Uh, what happened?"

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2007-02-15 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not sure the pancakes are going to be any better," Jack laughed as he filled a plate and slid it across the counter to Billy. "Especially if you add chocolate sauce and whip cream. And this?" He glared at his shoulder, which he seemed to be doing a lot, and said, "I got harpooned. Apparently my ducking skills are somewhat lacking."

[identity profile] l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com 2007-02-15 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Harpooned?" Billy asked, alarmed, eschewing the chocolate for strawberry syrup. "Where?"

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