33 Apocalypse Ave, Thursday Evening
Jack 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. )
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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
bitten_notshy. ]]