week 13 - probably monday

[refactor]

[ So at some point on Monday, Jason and Luke both will be getting a chat request from Jack. This is probably unsurprising in itself, but when the video flickers on (since I'm assuming they have video by now sweats), the bright, pleased smile on his face may not be a surprise, but the pride in his expression just might be. He's still without his mask, and behind him is a rather quaint looking cottage, but. Enough about that. ]

Ohhh my god, you guys did great!

[ That's nothing short of glowing praise from Jack, who doesn't actually give it that easily, but. He does add on after a moment: ]

Right, uh. How ya feeling, guys? Getting stabbed kinda. Yeah, it pretty much sucks. But.

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[chiseler]

[His expression tightens just a bit but ultimately he ignores it. He's ready to pick a fight but Elizabeth does a much better job defusing the situation and so he falls quiet. A hand comes up to idly pick at the bandaging on his shoulder, eyebrows furrowed for a moment.

He'd had a conversation the day before that had changed a lot of things. That was before the reminder that the Queen was still out there and now...Jason's right. He also wants to ask Elizabeth what she gave up, press more about the Nuwa, but in the end he shuts up because he's thinking of something more specific.]

...if the ship's broken, why can't we figure out how to fix it ourselves? Isn't that kinda what happened with the AI program? There's gotta be a way we can put failsafes or something so she can't come back or...I don't know. Something. What do you think?

[baptizer]

Boys, the point is...

[ It's hard to be inspirational. It's hard to give them what they need to hear when she... has nothing to say. Lie? Will she lie to them to ease the situation..? No. ]

...Moping around isn't going to do any good. The only connection we have is with the Nuwa AI. Perkins shows... at random intervals, I'm afraid.

[ But, she gives a half smile, looking down. ]

I'll keep my ears open and you'll be the first to know.

[ Elizabeth shows some assertiveness to both boys: ]

You need to rest. You can deal with burnt bridges later - your wounds first and foremost. If you haven't stitched the wound, you need to. No amount of space medicine can assure fighting against an infection.

[antagonize]

We broke the fuel reserve. I'd like to think it's not impossible to fix that, but it would require having the necessary tools and knowledge. And the time. Which, uh, we don't have a lot of right now.

[He'll give optimism a try when he's not emotionally and physically drained, but Elizabeth's right. There's no use in moping around. Not even if the future is uncertain at best.]

You do that. We'll see what can be done from this side, too.

[Which, admittedly, won't be much until they come up with a game plan. He very, very purposely keeps his face expressionless when she brings up all the bridges they burnt, and nods. Alright, team mom. Alright.]

Sutured them after last night's shit show. Would have already bled ourselves to death if we hadn't, y'know. We're reckless, but not that reckless.

[chiseler]

We didn't just break it, we lit it on fire and obliterated it. Even if we worked around the clock it might take a few days. But Sunny said we have a week. You'd be surprised what can happen in a week, I almost destroyed Manhattan and Olympus in a day. [Shut the fuck up, Luke.]

Our wounds are fine. This is more about getting everything else fixed than that and if the stitching busts we'll fix that, too. I don't think we have a rest option right now. Or at least I don't...how often are you in contact with Sunny anyway?

[baptizer]

If we can get the fuel reserve back, we can surely discuss the coordinates of the other ship...? I doubt it'll be easy - impossible, most likely but... it's better than nothing.

[ She's thoughtful, thinking of the alternatives and what that means to the living... they need to get their resolution taken care of before the power goes out - definitely. ]

...Luke, I - ... I'll ask later...

[ Or never, god damn it. ]

I trust you both, despite my harping, you know. But - no, I haven't had conversations with Sunny. It's almost always Perkins when she shows up. Even then, it's mostly been following her orders... last time I did that I ended up dead in the Pygmalion again. My luck, hm?