Floot Loops

[all7seas]

Who: Jack Sparrow and Anyone
Broadcast: Yes, unfortunately.
Action: It COULD lead to action on Kayann, which is where Jack is at the moment. It's much better than being stuck on the Bishop with Looma and mean people who hate Jenga. (Looking at YOU, Pidge Gunderson.)
When: Later in the evening of the 16th.

"New fruity floot loops
Slooping in a groovy suit
Gloop 'em in a new boot
Or sling 'em in a pie.

Rooty-tooty floot loops
Drooping in a blue soup
Mooping in some newt poop!
Floot Loops til we die!"

[It's a poem. Jack wrote it. And now he's reciting it over and over again. To you.]

Comments

[redatheart]

[No he does not, you take that back. Jack.

...There might be trouble. Hm. Or it just could be...you know. Jack being Jack.]

Is that a lot of trouble?

[Also, he's scanning the other responses to this broadcast to try to get more information. He sees Jack misquoting Shakespearean sonnets to his girlfriend. Kindly don't.]

[all7seas]

[He totally doesn't know she's your woman, Sayid. And his next answer is extremely serious, compared to his others.]

Dire. Dire trouble.

[redatheart]

[...Oh damn. He doesn't even like Jack very much, but if he's actually in some sort of trouble.

....If he's actually in some sort of trouble, Sayid is almost certain it's trouble he walked himself right into. He knows that much about Jack by now. Still. He won't leave him to deal with it himself. That's not how this all works.]

Can you tell me where you are? Or send coordinates.

[all7seas]

I'm in the Advertising District on Kayann. It's a big building. Large and huge. Tall. Gargantuan. Shiny.


Lots of Loops inside.