Californians were weird.
More specifically, the people in Los Angeles were weird. Jack wasn't certain about the other parts of the state, especially the guys way down south. It was too hot for him to venture too far down there.
But, the weathermen had predicted a cold front sweeping through the area with frost and possible light snow, so was Jack supposed to give the opportunity up? No way. He always took the chance to be a tourist in areas he didn't usually get to go to.
So there he was, standing on a street called Figueroa or something, looking around in bemusement at the skyscrapers and the general attitude of the humans around him. This was...the oddest place he had ever been. And after three hundred years of going just about everywhere, that was saying something.
He'd followed the cold front down to L.A., where he'd summoned up the promised light snow in the morning. As soon as there was a little dusting of white, people panicked. Schools were cancelled. Road sweepers were called out. The streets suddenly fell dead.
Jack would laugh if the situation weren't so eerie.
Were they really so unused to winter? He smirked. He'd been spoiling this place. Maybe this year it would be nice to give Montana and Colorado a break from the blizzards and send the storms down here instead...
The day warmed up later, though with considerable cloud cover (he wasn't done with this place yet), and so the citizens of the city braved the cool air to venture out to do their business. That was where things were getting weird. Now, Jack knew he wasn't exactly the most normal looking person. White hair and unnaturally pale skin tended to do that to you. But when the person next to you is sporting a neon-orange suede jacket and walking a poodle whose fur was dyed purple, you kind of had to think, "What am I doing here?"
Also, the hobos. Jack had never seen so many hobos, not even during his trips to New York and Chicago. A small part of him reminded the boy that he sort of did look like a homeless person himself, but that was as far as the similarities went. Jack was pretty glad he wasn't visible to anybody in this city.
All in all, the place weirded him out too much to want to stay there any longer. Thoughts of a blizzard abandoned, he just whipped up a quick flurry for general amusement and booked it out, heading for Canada. He didn't really want to go back anytime soon.