33 Apocalypse Ave, Thursday Evening
Jan. 31st, 2013 02:33 pmJack hummed vaguely to himself as he rummaged through the cabinets for some canned soup, then frowned. Where did he know the tune?
It came to him -- it was a worker's song from Russia, something Irina Stephanova's friends had been fond of. Jack had never thought much of their folksongs, but apparently his subconscious disagreed; this was not the first time in the last several days he'd found his mind drifting to that Moscow winter. He permitted himself to sing a snatch of the lyrics as he poured the soup into a pan.
( In which Kaidan gets a visitor that's just strollin' up and down the beach hunting Alenkos with her boomstick. )
[[ NFI, OOC-okay, and preplayed with the awesome
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It came to him -- it was a worker's song from Russia, something Irina Stephanova's friends had been fond of. Jack had never thought much of their folksongs, but apparently his subconscious disagreed; this was not the first time in the last several days he'd found his mind drifting to that Moscow winter. He permitted himself to sing a snatch of the lyrics as he poured the soup into a pan.
( In which Kaidan gets a visitor that's just strollin' up and down the beach hunting Alenkos with her boomstick. )
[[ NFI, OOC-okay, and preplayed with the awesome
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