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]

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?