week 9 - sunday

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[ So after the trial, Jack will briefly approach Luke, Elizabeth, and Jason and ask all of them to come stop by his room in an hour. Luckily, if it helps them feel more secure about coming to chill with the resident (public) murderer, he does tell them about the other invitees. What does Jack want to talk about, though? He says it's "something you'll want to hear," which is pretty ominous sounding, admittedly.

Though of course, when they show up, Jack is sitting at his desk with his feet perched up on the desk leisurely. He smiles, pleased, and nods to them. ]

Aaaand here we are. Thanks for stopping by, kiddos, [ And to Jason: ] sugartits. You want something to drink? You might want it, 'cause I've got a doozy of a story to spin for all of you.

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[antagonize]

Sure. Let's not call it slaughter. Let's just call it what it is: suicide.

[He went against one of the aliens. He almost got killed by one of the aliens, and the damn thing wasn't even at full strength. It was weakened, burdened by a body that was rotting and multiple injuries caused by Harold. Anyone who tries to use themselves as bait is just asking to be turned into a human meat skewer. That's all there is to it.

He's groaning at Jack's statement, sounding completely and utterly exasperated. Is Jack truly the oldest one in this room? No. No, he is not.]

Dude, no. How desperate for friends do you have to be to declare every group a clique?

[Stop? Stop this????? He's turning to Luke now, determined to ignore Jack.]

Honestly? I'll be godsmacked if it does. But it's worth a try. The thermal imager revealed something interesting about our bodies. Who's to say the scanner won't do the same?

[chiseler]

[Yeah he's not even going to do much but make a sound that's something agreement. Liz, take it from someone who had to end himself to make things right. IT'S REALLY NOT FUN!

However he doesn't get to say anything much about it seeing how Luke's also giving Jack a similar look of exasperation, but he doesn't protest. His expression should be enough and he chooses to focus on Jason instead.]

Gobsmacked. [He finds the phrase amusing, but he nods instead.] Exactly my point though. Not everything on this ship is completely busted. Let's pick a day to check it out, give us time to prepare or whatever.

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[ As everyone (minus Luke, who is clearly the (second) coolest person here) denies his claims of a clique once again, Jack just laughs obnoxiously, but lightly. So, yes, mentally five years old. Sometimes he just likes annoying people for the sake of it, but at least this particular joke isn't accompanied with horrifying imagery, since that tends to be a Handsome Jack joke staple.

But, if nothing else, he does nod in agreement to the idea of scans. There's nothing else he needs to say to that part, but he does have something else to add: ]

One more thing, just to make sure I'm thorough here. Al is friggin' useless, though that's pretty obvious. When I started this shit, she didn't know I existed. Got my message straight from-- Well, the Captain, but no idea who she actually is, obviously. But Al didn't know about me, and she didn't know about the Soul-whatevers until after we got two for one.

[ He shrugs ]

She can't detect 'em, and that's where I-slash-we come in, apparently. Dunno if we can either, but weak AIs are dicks like that. [ jack you can't insult ai so casually when people know you're one too ] We put our asses on the line and use reasoning they don't have. And I'll be completely honest and transparent here: Alice lined me up a real sweet incentive if I take one of 'em out.

[ Jack smiles, not quite sly, but certainly vicious in that way that Jack seems almost naturally bloodthirsty. ]

Now, I'm telling you this because like it or not, we're kind of a team now, and I look out for my team. But also want to point out here, this has been true for a few weeks now, and I haven't so much as made an attempt. Kiiinda know I come off as unhinged. But I'm not going to screw myself over. So if we're reasonably sure that we find one? I'll kill them. One, because I'm a selfish bastard, but two, if we're wrong? Then it's my head on the chopping block. Because Alice made that real clear. Even if I kill one of them, I still go to trial. Just won't get executed if I'm right.

[ The smile fades, and he adds: ] ...That, and just in terms of statistics here? Good chance that someone is gonna have to kill a kid. Think you know especially, sugartits, but you can't hestitate with these things. Gonna be honest here and say I don't think many people are willing to do what's necessary, 'specially if that means putting a bullet in your friend.