week three - monday i guess but who cares

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[ So at some point during Jack's gym rendezvous, someone else's presence catches his attention. He actually notices Fiona before she heads to the track, and in truth, he doesn't actually consider going to bother her first. It could be that motive in part, but as soon as that thought dawns on Jack, he rather stubbornly wants to refute it. But he does wait. His justification is that he'd like to finish what he's currently doing, but in truth, it is that subtle hesitation making itself known.

But of course, it's not quite enough to keep Jack away just yet.

Fiona is probably well into her run when she'll be aware of someone else joining her, though whether she realizes it's Jack or not beforehand depends on how much she's paying attention. He's definitely here to chat, though, so he'll manage to catch up to her fairly easily. He may be old, but he's in shape. Though it's probably best not to think too much on why that is, considering being a genocidal maniac ends up being good cardio. ]

Y'know, this works out well. I was gonna come hunt you down—figure of speech, by the way—but you're saving me some of the trouble here. Wanted to talk to you, actually.

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[ fiona definitely was pretty far into her jog, so when jack strides up to her she damns herself for not having earbuds in so she could ignore him. she does slow down to a reasonable jog, though, since knowing jack he's going to talk her ear off and she wants to be able to properly respond without focusing on her run.

she doesn't look over at him really, instead keeping her eyes on the track ahead. sweat's beading around her eyebrows and she wipes at her forehead every once in a while, swiping her bangs behind her ear. it sucked not having any hairpins on the ship. ]

I'm sure this'll be entertaining.

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See, now usually? I hate being predictable. But if it's entertaining, y'know, that one I can live with.

[ There's a laugh, but at least jogging means one good thing: Jack can't bust into his obnoxiously wheezy laughter at his own jokes. Or at least only at really good ones. ]

But c'mon, is the sarcasm really necessary? I mean, after all we've been through? —Which, granted, you totally didn't know I was there but ohh-hoh man, was I there. Most of the time. Before someone would go and smack his head again and— Aaaahh, no, nevermind, you don't care.

[ He's actually just stalling a little bit, since what he wants to say is dangerously close to being... nice. So he has to be an asshole first, clearly. ]

My point is... How does it feel, to almost drunk yourself to death in an unconventional way?

[hatslinger]

[ a sigh. she should have expected the inevitable shade here. this time, she actually looks somewhere other than the track, but it isn't at jack — it's at the ground. she'd been careless, and she knew she had been, but fiona had to deal with shit, too. as it stood, she was the oldest woman here — she felt obligated not to crack. alcohol was pretty good at postponing that. unfortunately, that came with the side effect of uselessness. ]

Felt pretty good at the time. Now, not as much. I figured you came here just to screw with me. [ "Don't you have to be stupid somewhere else?" "Not until murder." ] How do you feel about Rhys getting a few votes? Still attached at the hip — or, well, brain I guess — to him now that you've got your own fleshy prison?

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Always does. But, gotta hand it to you, almost thought mayb—

[ Jack had been interrupting her, and really, he doesn't stop talking until she brings up being attached at the brain. Rhys isn't a topic that'll make him stop making his point, but that one certainly is. Though if she picks up on whether that's what gets him to stop or not is another matter. After all, that part isn't what he speaks to. ]

It was just a few. Nothing to actually worry about. I mean, mass murder aside, apparently, the people seriously voting for Rhys? They're just cowards. Since, hell, in that case, it was obviously just a vote to abstain from voting.

[ He waves a hand dismissively, but he grins right after ]

But, gotta ask in turn... Why do you care? Worried about Rhysie?

[ The nickname definitely has a mocking tone, but it's not actually for Rhys so much as it's directed to Fiona. ]