http://ginsengismyfave.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] ginsengismyfave.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] badfic_manor2011-07-18 03:34 pm

Cup 019: Iroh [In Person]

[Iroh is inside the safehouse.  He's already checked and double-checked all the entrances and openings to make sure they're safe and secure.  After a few run-ins with the walking dead, he's not eager to see them again, and making sure everyone else is safe and secure is top priority.  And not infected.  That too.  He's heard people talking about what the undead can do...

There are a few cooking pots of water he's managed to get and boil to make sure they're purified.]  If only we had tea leaves...  [Oh well.

He walks around the house, looking for people who need his help.  One of the water pots is in his hand, along with a ladle to serve it out.]

[identity profile] 9th-pirate-lord.livejournal.com 2011-07-19 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jack grins and sips the water.]

At the very least, we still have our heads and our lives intact. Cheers, since cheer is all we have left to keep us sane and less heavy, eh?

[He reaches in and pulls out a strip of jerky.]

It's a start.

[identity profile] 9th-pirate-lord.livejournal.com 2011-07-19 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[Breaking the preserved meat apart and offers one to Iroh, Jack grins.]

In the case of cases where the will is often broken down by repressive influences, I find that having the shared company of another that happens to know and experience such likely negative helps the understanding of those that never encountered said misfortunes.

A song, if you will, my dear jubobo player!

[Someone forgot what the horn was called.]