Jack Rackham (
jackrackham) wrote2019-11-11 10:39 pm
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This morning, as Jack goes through the possible things he could start working on, or learning more about, the little note in his notebook with the address of the archive keeps grabbing his attention. It really is time that he stopped by and found out what's really there.
And there is the matter of a dish that he has to return to Eliot. He might as well do both at once.
The walk is more comfortable now that he has warm clothes to wear, and Jack takes his time walking over to the Archive, the empty pyrex tucked under his arm. It's not a nice day, but it's serviceable, and it feels good to have some small task to accomplish. He's going to return Eliot's dish and, if possible, find his own file.
When he arrives, he steps inside and closes the door behind him. The place is a mess, though he can tell that organization is in progress. It's more or less what he'd expected to find based on how Martin and Eliot had described it.
What he doesn't immediately see is anyone here to greet him. He calls out a hello as he loosens his scarf from around his neck, and goes to look at the contents of the first open box he can see.
And there is the matter of a dish that he has to return to Eliot. He might as well do both at once.
The walk is more comfortable now that he has warm clothes to wear, and Jack takes his time walking over to the Archive, the empty pyrex tucked under his arm. It's not a nice day, but it's serviceable, and it feels good to have some small task to accomplish. He's going to return Eliot's dish and, if possible, find his own file.
When he arrives, he steps inside and closes the door behind him. The place is a mess, though he can tell that organization is in progress. It's more or less what he'd expected to find based on how Martin and Eliot had described it.
What he doesn't immediately see is anyone here to greet him. He calls out a hello as he loosens his scarf from around his neck, and goes to look at the contents of the first open box he can see.
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"Oh! Hullo," he says with a little smile as he sees the tall, distinctive man already rifling through a box. He can't say he minds the curiosity, though he's faintly aware he'll have to tell a pirate captain to stop if he tries opening a random file. "Eliot will be out in a moment."
He has no way of knowing Jack's come here to see Eliot particularly, but it seems a worthier guess than that he's come just to see the Archive. He's still wearing that scarf. He also notes the pyrex container under his arm with some small bewilderment.
"Is there anything I can help you with in the meantime?" he says.
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