[ They need time to collect their things to monitor him, and so far as Jack is concerned, that's a very happy coincidence. He's calm and casual when he returns to his room, but as soon as that door is closed, he's possessed by nothing short of a manic, frantic energy. It's up the ladder and into his room, because as there's often been since Rhys died, there's a series of partially finished projects sitting on his desk. There are various parts scattered on his desk with tools, chaotic, but also neat so long as you understood the method behind it. Working on the arm had reinvigorated some of his spark to tinker and create things, though everything so far had a very specific purpose. ]
Hah— 'Bout friggin' time. I mean- Ha, I mean, what kind of heroes do they think they are? The kind that waits three weeks before they even remember what happened?
[ Jack laughs, though it's at least not in that manic, frantic way. He really does seem to find it hilarious more than anything else. He takes a seat at his desk with a flourish and puts on his glasses, since he has to work quickly here on finishing up his project. He had imagined he'd have it done today, but he hadn't expected to not have the evening to do it. He gets to work quickly wrapping a small metal dowel with wire, twisting and tying it in such a way that the piece is hooked onto one end. ]
Whaddya think, Alice?
[ He's speaking to her now, though he has no idea if she'll even respond. He does this often when he's alone now, since after she came into his head, it's like he doesn't want her to have any peace at all. Every word is a barbed jab and very overtly threatening, but they're tied together now. In that, Jack feels paradoxically more secure and not at all. ]
You want me to get rid of aliens? I think- Man, I really think you should be helping me out, sweetheart! You're so quiet lately, I guess because you're a stupid, frigid bitch, even for an AI. But, heyyy, you wouldn't let me get locked up, would you? That would-- Man, that would totally ruin your hopes of getting your shit on track. What do you think? Can your Kampff, oh, singular by the way, how do you think they'll be doing without a Master Chief?
[ With the wire done, he turns his metal arm over and runs his fingers along the underside until his fingers catch a latch just above where his arm ends. He pulls it out, and there's a spool, though it's empty. He takes the wire and starts to lace it thruogh, still crude, but it'll be enough. He wraps the wire around, and it's clear just what this is. To go with the blade obscured to look like a hack job of stealing Rhys's arm, this is a garrote that he'll always have with him. They may be taking his gun, but clearly, Jack has his own plans to make sure he's always armed and ready to deal with a situation.
The spool is wound up quickly, and that small metal bar sticks out just slightly enough that grabbing it and pulling would undo the wire, but it doesn't look that strange against the bent chrome either. Luckily, the arm couldn't be smoothly modified with what he had here. It ended up being more of a help than he would have guessed, and at this point? He can't complain too much for losing the hand, since it's giving him other options now.
He stands and starts to clean off the desk of what he's been working on, but of course, he's not done talking yet. ]
You want me to do what's necessary, then you've gotta help me out here. Let some fucking children take my gun, and ohhh, you should be glad that it's Liz of all people to get it, and you're screwing me here, Al. And you know what? I don't have to say a damn word about what I know. You-- You said you weren't worried about people accessing your mainframe, right? Well, you should be, cupcake. Because I'm in it now.
[ His laughter increases and though he doesn't have anything to look at in particular, he still directs his attention up with a smile that's all teeth, like he's challenging Alice herself. ]
I'll kill you. You start helping me out, giving me information, an advantage, something? And I'll back off. But until then? I'm going to make sure every stupid asshole on this ship is gunning to take you down. Because you think you can control me? Scare me with some visions and a little strangulation? Good fucking luck.
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week 9 - wednesday morning
Date: 2016-08-05 03:25 am (UTC)Hah— 'Bout friggin' time. I mean- Ha, I mean, what kind of heroes do they think they are? The kind that waits three weeks before they even remember what happened?
[ Jack laughs, though it's at least not in that manic, frantic way. He really does seem to find it hilarious more than anything else. He takes a seat at his desk with a flourish and puts on his glasses, since he has to work quickly here on finishing up his project. He had imagined he'd have it done today, but he hadn't expected to not have the evening to do it. He gets to work quickly wrapping a small metal dowel with wire, twisting and tying it in such a way that the piece is hooked onto one end. ]
Whaddya think, Alice?
[ He's speaking to her now, though he has no idea if she'll even respond. He does this often when he's alone now, since after she came into his head, it's like he doesn't want her to have any peace at all. Every word is a barbed jab and very overtly threatening, but they're tied together now. In that, Jack feels paradoxically more secure and not at all. ]
You want me to get rid of aliens? I think- Man, I really think you should be helping me out, sweetheart! You're so quiet lately, I guess because you're a stupid, frigid bitch, even for an AI. But, heyyy, you wouldn't let me get locked up, would you? That would-- Man, that would totally ruin your hopes of getting your shit on track. What do you think? Can your Kampff, oh, singular by the way, how do you think they'll be doing without a Master Chief?
[ With the wire done, he turns his metal arm over and runs his fingers along the underside until his fingers catch a latch just above where his arm ends. He pulls it out, and there's a spool, though it's empty. He takes the wire and starts to lace it thruogh, still crude, but it'll be enough. He wraps the wire around, and it's clear just what this is. To go with the blade obscured to look like a hack job of stealing Rhys's arm, this is a garrote that he'll always have with him. They may be taking his gun, but clearly, Jack has his own plans to make sure he's always armed and ready to deal with a situation.
The spool is wound up quickly, and that small metal bar sticks out just slightly enough that grabbing it and pulling would undo the wire, but it doesn't look that strange against the bent chrome either. Luckily, the arm couldn't be smoothly modified with what he had here. It ended up being more of a help than he would have guessed, and at this point? He can't complain too much for losing the hand, since it's giving him other options now.
He stands and starts to clean off the desk of what he's been working on, but of course, he's not done talking yet. ]
You want me to do what's necessary, then you've gotta help me out here. Let some fucking children take my gun, and ohhh, you should be glad that it's Liz of all people to get it, and you're screwing me here, Al. And you know what? I don't have to say a damn word about what I know. You-- You said you weren't worried about people accessing your mainframe, right? Well, you should be, cupcake. Because I'm in it now.
[ His laughter increases and though he doesn't have anything to look at in particular, he still directs his attention up with a smile that's all teeth, like he's challenging Alice herself. ]
I'll kill you. You start helping me out, giving me information, an advantage, something? And I'll back off. But until then? I'm going to make sure every stupid asshole on this ship is gunning to take you down. Because you think you can control me? Scare me with some visions and a little strangulation? Good fucking luck.