week 3 - sunday

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[ So sometime Sunday evening after the execution, there’s going to be a pretty abrupt knock at Rhys’s door. All things considered, it’s pretty obvious just who would come knocking at Rhys’s door, but, hey, just in case Rhys is confused, Jack will still be speaking through it. Their neighbors must suffer a lot because of them. ]

Rhys- C’mon, open up?

[ Jack at least sounds like he’s in a good mood, so that’s a good sign?? ]

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[ It's easy to guess that this would make Jack smile, because Rhys really does know him well enough that he's predictable. Rhys's words bolster up Jack's ego exactly as he likes, but instead of confidently taking such words with arrogance, Jack actually looks much more genuinely warm at those words. It's that kind of fond, proud smile that anyone in Hyperion would die (or kill) to receive. ]

...Well, yeah, of course. I said it on that stupid caravan, didn't I? You and me, we're a team. [ He shrugs ] Aaaand Fiona's pretty hot, so, yeah, she can come too.

[ He snickers, since he knows that comment will probably get Rhys flustered in some way. He takes another sip of his own drink, then sighs, but it's not quite heavily, at least. ]

'Course, wish I could do more than just voting people off the island like a friggin' reality TV show, but, eh. It's just a matter of digging. Already cracked the datapad, y'know? So it's not like this place is some kinda flawless fortress.