John was minding his own damn business, packing up the meager possessions he'd accumulated in the Tower apartment in boxes, ready to be moved to their new base of operations, when the clock struck midnight. He has little affection for rituals of the New Year, and there wasn't even an obnoxious disco ball in Times Square to follow on the Island, so when it happened, he was completely unprepared.
The first thing he notices after landing in the field is that it's fucking cold, and here he is in a tee and jeans, perfect for work around the apartment but useless in a Canadian winter night.
Though... it's not arctic winter cold out. It's cold, but not like John's used to feeling in December and January...
Still. As soon as he gets to his feet, John wraps his arms around himself tightly and hisses, "Dresden. Dresden, are you here?"
Open, and Dresden
John was minding his own damn business, packing up the meager possessions he'd accumulated in the Tower apartment in boxes, ready to be moved to their new base of operations, when the clock struck midnight. He has little affection for rituals of the New Year, and there wasn't even an obnoxious disco ball in Times Square to follow on the Island, so when it happened, he was completely unprepared.
The first thing he notices after landing in the field is that it's fucking cold, and here he is in a tee and jeans, perfect for work around the apartment but useless in a Canadian winter night.
Though... it's not arctic winter cold out. It's cold, but not like John's used to feeling in December and January...
Still. As soon as he gets to his feet, John wraps his arms around himself tightly and hisses, "Dresden. Dresden, are you here?"
He could really use a fire mage right now.