week one - after the game is introduced

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[ So it's probably about zero surprise, but once there's time to settle in, there's a pretty loud bang at Rhys's door. Like someone did something weirdly unhinged like kicking the door instead of knocking like a normal person. Who would do such a thing!! Though the fact that Jack speaks through the door is a pretty good clue to that. ]

Heyyy, Rhysie. Can we chat? Let's chat.

[ Though when Rhys actually opens the door, he'll notice something new about Jack's appearance. Since Jack has his arms crossed, the pistol mentioned in his profile is on Jack's wrist. For anyone else, this would seem threatening, but for Borderlands, this is super normal... ]

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[ BUT THEN BACK TO THE IMPORTANT THING! which is jack's moment of moe. rhys coughs a few times as his eye comes back online and weakly pushes himself up from the floor to like, lean against the wall. he's not going to stand up just yet though because seriously, ow?

instead he'll just sit here and continue their conversation. ]

What kind of... [ cough cough ] code bullshit? I can't really imagine you doing -- [ wheeze ] -- that kind of thing, actually.

[ taking in some air here. wow, that thing packed a bit of a punch! ]

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[ God. This truly never gets old, because as soon as Rhys shocks the shit out of himself, Jack is definitely quick to laugh obnoxiously in that dumb, wheezy and nasally way that happens only when he finds something truly hilarious. He even smacks his hand against the desk a few times as he has to catch his breath too, albeit for different reasons. ]

I— God, you're gonna fall for this kind of thing every time, aren't you? Good. I can't—

[ Give him a moment, because truly, he's just as amused by this as he was giving Rhys hell as a weird ghost. But on the plus side, by the time Jack does regain his breath, he's in a good enough mood to not completely evade the question. With the gun fully disassembled now, he goes through the process of carefully cleaning it, though some of his laughter still remains in his voice. ]

I mean, had to start somewhere, kiddo. I didn't start out on top, and I'm not ashamed of that. Nope, I was like waaaaay down there. Just a programmer, and not even like, R&D. We're talking social media, synergy, branding, all the business and marketing stuff that suit types blow their load over. You've even used my stuff before, probably. You know that Hyperion work chat program that everyone uses? Wrote that when I started out.

[ Which is all surprisingly humble for Jack, considering how much of a braggart he is about everything else, but this is something he seems much more reserved about. ]

Been coding ever since I was a kid, and I'm damn good at it. Don't really do it anymore, since I don't have time, but it's how I started, and it's how I got to where I am today. Hacked some servers and satellites, found out about Pandora's secret goldmine, and the rest is history.