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[ Ultimately, he doesn't feel safe here.
Jack is actually pretty genuinely surprised that he ended up in the medbay at all, because truth be told, when his vision had started blurring, he really thought that was it. So waking again was a surprise, and even moreso that it was alone. Objectively, that's stupid. He'd killed a man in front of everyone, just as he had been promising, yet they left him alone?
Though as he looks up towards the vent in the room, he can take a guess at why.
Nowhere in the ship is safe, most likely, but he doesn't like being here. It's too open, too full of dangerous implements, and so he's decided that before the end of the day, he's definitely going to leave. Just, you know, after some of those salves or whatever do a little more of their work. He's already reopened one wound and had it get him into trouble, so he's not keep for a repeat on that department.
Still. It's pretty fucking boring. Jack has been sitting here basically hoping that someone would come by so that he could at least talk to them, but finally, in desperation, he's turning to his datapad. He hasn't really touched it yet, and for reasons that will become apparent as Yuno enters the room. He's concentrating on the screen, tapping away with one hand, albeit slowly, though without thinking, he tries to swipe the screen with his other hand. ]
Oh, goddammit.
[ Jack may have a little bit of a learning curve here with the whole "no hand" thing. ]
Jack is actually pretty genuinely surprised that he ended up in the medbay at all, because truth be told, when his vision had started blurring, he really thought that was it. So waking again was a surprise, and even moreso that it was alone. Objectively, that's stupid. He'd killed a man in front of everyone, just as he had been promising, yet they left him alone?
Though as he looks up towards the vent in the room, he can take a guess at why.
Nowhere in the ship is safe, most likely, but he doesn't like being here. It's too open, too full of dangerous implements, and so he's decided that before the end of the day, he's definitely going to leave. Just, you know, after some of those salves or whatever do a little more of their work. He's already reopened one wound and had it get him into trouble, so he's not keep for a repeat on that department.
Still. It's pretty fucking boring. Jack has been sitting here basically hoping that someone would come by so that he could at least talk to them, but finally, in desperation, he's turning to his datapad. He hasn't really touched it yet, and for reasons that will become apparent as Yuno enters the room. He's concentrating on the screen, tapping away with one hand, albeit slowly, though without thinking, he tries to swipe the screen with his other hand. ]
Oh, goddammit.
[ Jack may have a little bit of a learning curve here with the whole "no hand" thing. ]
jackapedia [full version]
Jul. 18th, 2016 10:45 pm[ As of late week three, Jack's personal datapad will have a new app icon on it: ]
[ There's one more step to unlock the full version here. There's no password prompt, but typing in a simple phrase will grant you access. It's a password that's become Jack's standard. ]
I LOVE YOU
[ Welcome to the Jackapedia. ]
[ There's one more step to unlock the full version here. There's no password prompt, but typing in a simple phrase will grant you access. It's a password that's become Jack's standard. ]
I LOVE YOU
[ Welcome to the Jackapedia. ]
week 7 - sometime when jack is less deda
Jul. 18th, 2016 09:46 am[ The first time Jack wakes up, it doesn't occur to him. There are much more pressing matters at hand*, and so, Jack doesn't call out to Alice the first time. He's taking care of himself first, just staying alive first and foremost, but the second time--
The second time, there's much more time to think. So much had happened over this past week as a whole, though it was concentrated very unfortunately in the time where Jack couldn't leave. He'd learned a lot in Rhys's ranting, but none of it was welcome. In fact, it had taken a lot of self-control to not call Alice right there and demand an explanation. Maybe that's where all his self-control had gone, expended on keeping secrets instead of controlling his own rage.
Jack sits up in the medbay (or wherever the fuck the super injured people went leave me alone), and making sure no one is here first, he calls out with a tired laugh in his voice. ]
Hey, Alice. You and me, we need to talk again.
The second time, there's much more time to think. So much had happened over this past week as a whole, though it was concentrated very unfortunately in the time where Jack couldn't leave. He'd learned a lot in Rhys's ranting, but none of it was welcome. In fact, it had taken a lot of self-control to not call Alice right there and demand an explanation. Maybe that's where all his self-control had gone, expended on keeping secrets instead of controlling his own rage.
Jack sits up in the medbay (or wherever the fuck the super injured people went leave me alone), and making sure no one is here first, he calls out with a tired laugh in his voice. ]
Hey, Alice. You and me, we need to talk again.
week 7 - date tbd ugh fuck me
Jul. 17th, 2016 11:43 pm[ Jack sleeps for a long time. Probably longer than he has in years, and in a way, that's restful. It's a deep, dreamless sleep where you lose a sense of time. But the problem is, you always have to wake up.
The first time he wakes, it's in pain, and Jack's screaming turns into laughter as he holds what's left of his arm. He actually can't believe that he's still alive, because when he'd gone down, he'd thought for sure that would be it. He'd be following after Rhys right into Hell, just like he'd been hoping. But, no. No, he's still here.
The second time, it's stranger, because there's that different realization beyond hysteria that the arm is gone, just like... Well, a lot. It's something he dwells on for far longer than he would like, but eventually, sleep overtakes him after he takes the most meager meal he can.
The third time, he decides he's tired of being in here. He's well aware that there's no one here that would give a rat's ass to come check on him, but that realization doesn't really bother him much. He shifts with a heavy groan to get out of the bed, then starts to gather up the supplies that he might need to tend to himself. Thank god for Nisha, he thinks. If she hadn't taught him how to patch himself up, well—
His hair raises on the back of his neck with the sudden sensation of being watched. That fonder memory disappears, and Jack looks around, towards the vent first, but then, the door. His heart sinks in his chest, but he doesn't look away, even though he wants to. ]
—Uh. Hey.
The first time he wakes, it's in pain, and Jack's screaming turns into laughter as he holds what's left of his arm. He actually can't believe that he's still alive, because when he'd gone down, he'd thought for sure that would be it. He'd be following after Rhys right into Hell, just like he'd been hoping. But, no. No, he's still here.
The second time, it's stranger, because there's that different realization beyond hysteria that the arm is gone, just like... Well, a lot. It's something he dwells on for far longer than he would like, but eventually, sleep overtakes him after he takes the most meager meal he can.
The third time, he decides he's tired of being in here. He's well aware that there's no one here that would give a rat's ass to come check on him, but that realization doesn't really bother him much. He shifts with a heavy groan to get out of the bed, then starts to gather up the supplies that he might need to tend to himself. Thank god for Nisha, he thinks. If she hadn't taught him how to patch himself up, well—
His hair raises on the back of his neck with the sudden sensation of being watched. That fonder memory disappears, and Jack looks around, towards the vent first, but then, the door. His heart sinks in his chest, but he doesn't look away, even though he wants to. ]
—Uh. Hey.
week 6 - friday after murders
Jul. 15th, 2016 10:16 pm[ With all the excitement said and done, Jack had grabbed what he had actually gone to the medical bay to get and bid everyone adieu. At least, metaphorically speaking. It was really much more like a "fuck off and leave me alone," but for once, his foul mood isn't completely unfair.
He hadn't been kidding when he had said it wasn't the first time he had gotten stabbed, but that doesn't exactly make it any more fun. Jack is the type of person to put on a big show when he's actually bleeding, when the knife is still in his gut, but later? Later is when he pisses and moans about it without end. The fact that in the process of this he'd lost his mask only made things worse. It was purely aesthetic and he objectively knows that, but he still can't help but feel incredibly exposed without it. And not in the good, sexy way.
As such, once he had grabbed his tools, he had immediately left the medbay to head towards his room to patch himself up, but each step was a painful jab in his side. He'd opened the damn thing back up like an idiot this morning after all the trouble of trying to roughly bandage it, so he guess he did deserve this. But still. It sucks. And eventually, it sucks enough that he gives up on making it to his room.
The parlor ends up being closer, so Jack heads inside to take a seat somewhere where he's liable to not bleed all over the place. That, and unless someone really did steal all the booze and not return it, it also has alcohol, which will be a very basic, but blissful painkiller. He'll pour himself a tall glass of whatever is the strongest and take a seat, because this isn't exactly going to be fun. He takes off his shirt, then goes through the process of threading the surgical needle, though when he actually looks down at the wound— Okay. It's fine. Totally fine.
At least, until he starts to actually stitch it closed. At that point, anyone that might be wandering by is liable to hear Jack before they even get to the door. ]
Son of a taint!
He hadn't been kidding when he had said it wasn't the first time he had gotten stabbed, but that doesn't exactly make it any more fun. Jack is the type of person to put on a big show when he's actually bleeding, when the knife is still in his gut, but later? Later is when he pisses and moans about it without end. The fact that in the process of this he'd lost his mask only made things worse. It was purely aesthetic and he objectively knows that, but he still can't help but feel incredibly exposed without it. And not in the good, sexy way.
As such, once he had grabbed his tools, he had immediately left the medbay to head towards his room to patch himself up, but each step was a painful jab in his side. He'd opened the damn thing back up like an idiot this morning after all the trouble of trying to roughly bandage it, so he guess he did deserve this. But still. It sucks. And eventually, it sucks enough that he gives up on making it to his room.
The parlor ends up being closer, so Jack heads inside to take a seat somewhere where he's liable to not bleed all over the place. That, and unless someone really did steal all the booze and not return it, it also has alcohol, which will be a very basic, but blissful painkiller. He'll pour himself a tall glass of whatever is the strongest and take a seat, because this isn't exactly going to be fun. He takes off his shirt, then goes through the process of threading the surgical needle, though when he actually looks down at the wound— Okay. It's fine. Totally fine.
At least, until he starts to actually stitch it closed. At that point, anyone that might be wandering by is liable to hear Jack before they even get to the door. ]
Son of a taint!
week six - thursday
Jul. 14th, 2016 01:10 pm[ All things considered, this week hasn't been too bad for Jack. Not that he'd really expected it to be, since, well, what did he truly have to fear? His dreams were all of those questions he kept pushing off, of whether he was Handsome Jack or he was just a digital copy, but that's where those truths of his come in handy. Sure, returning to that ghostly form would totally suck (to say the least), but what did he have to worry about? He's Handsome Jack. The longer he has this body, the more certain of that he is.
Though of course, that's not the case for everyone else.
Even so, it's not quite something Jack is thinking of when there's a knock at his door. It's Rhys, so he's not exactly worried here. He takes off the glasses he'd been wearing and sets them on his desk, but after that, he opens the door to greet Rhys with a wry smile. ]
Listen cupcake, gotta say it for the both of us. The cuddling thing? Totally a one-off because we were handcuffed together.
[ because obviously that's why Rhys is here ]
Though of course, that's not the case for everyone else.
Even so, it's not quite something Jack is thinking of when there's a knock at his door. It's Rhys, so he's not exactly worried here. He takes off the glasses he'd been wearing and sets them on his desk, but after that, he opens the door to greet Rhys with a wry smile. ]
Listen cupcake, gotta say it for the both of us. The cuddling thing? Totally a one-off because we were handcuffed together.
[ because obviously that's why Rhys is here ]
[ So these two handcuffed pairs have probably been having quite the Time these past few days. Granted, this is probably also solely because of Jack and Rhys, since they're pretty much the worst people you could be handcuffed to, but. Regardless, once they reach their allotted three days before they can make their freebie switch, Jack is definitely suggesting and then taking the time to track down Minako and Rhys. He'd rather not be handcuffed to anyone, but if he had to pick... Rhys was the best option.
Yeah, and sure, Clover probably isn't happy about being handcuffed to the insane hot (?) dad, so. ]
Okay, so, dunno about you two, but personally? I'm thinking a swap arrangement would be waaay less awkward than the, uh, current setup we've got here. Which, nothing against you, Clover? But probably thinking it's fair to say that this is weird. And awkward. For both of us. Oh, and Alice is a total bitch.
[ Oh, did he intentionally say that part with much more emphasis, as if he were expected a certain AI to be listening in? Never. ]
So, whaddya say? How about a swap?
Yeah, and sure, Clover probably isn't happy about being handcuffed to the insane hot (?) dad, so. ]
Okay, so, dunno about you two, but personally? I'm thinking a swap arrangement would be waaay less awkward than the, uh, current setup we've got here. Which, nothing against you, Clover? But probably thinking it's fair to say that this is weird. And awkward. For both of us. Oh, and Alice is a total bitch.
[ Oh, did he intentionally say that part with much more emphasis, as if he were expected a certain AI to be listening in? Never. ]
So, whaddya say? How about a swap?
jackapedia [redacted version]
Jun. 28th, 2016 11:23 am[ As of late week three, Jack's personal datapad will have a new app icon on it: ]
[ Jack has pretty extreme brand loyalty.
However, trying to open the app doesn't seem to do anything. The screen just stays exactly as it is, so it's meant to look like a buggy piece of software that Jack is working on. There's a very particular sequence of pressing buttons and apps that acts as the password here. Only then will a series of text files pop up.
Welcome to the Jackapedia... Or at least, the basic version. ]
[ Jack has pretty extreme brand loyalty.
However, trying to open the app doesn't seem to do anything. The screen just stays exactly as it is, so it's meant to look like a buggy piece of software that Jack is working on. There's a very particular sequence of pressing buttons and apps that acts as the password here. Only then will a series of text files pop up.
Welcome to the Jackapedia... Or at least, the basic version. ]
week 4 - monday morning
Jun. 28th, 2016 12:21 am[ As with any of the newly unlocked areas of the ship, Jack takes his time to explore them. Alone. He's actually surprisingly careful in making sure that he's alone when he's doing these explorations, because he knows he's working with more information here. As such, he's keeping a tight hold on it, and all things considered? He's unlikely to relinquish even a piece until his death is truly imminent. Of course, even that would be meant to screw over everyone here, but... That's Jack for you.
So the archives certainly catch his attention more than a little once he steps inside. He looks back at the door behind him, and he considers taking his time to bar off the door, but he decides against it. It would be a bit too suspicious if someone were to stumble upon him, or if Alice were to take that gesture a little too seriously.
He takes some time to look around what's gathered in the archives, but everything about Earth history is passed over fairly quickly. It takes some time, but once he gets a hint of it, Jack is going straight for that data on the crew of the ship. ]
So the archives certainly catch his attention more than a little once he steps inside. He looks back at the door behind him, and he considers taking his time to bar off the door, but he decides against it. It would be a bit too suspicious if someone were to stumble upon him, or if Alice were to take that gesture a little too seriously.
He takes some time to look around what's gathered in the archives, but everything about Earth history is passed over fairly quickly. It takes some time, but once he gets a hint of it, Jack is going straight for that data on the crew of the ship. ]
[ so eventually after they've probably stopped yelling at each other, maybe?? Jack will at least agree to go to whichever of their rooms Clover prefers, since he's not always a total dick. Just, you know. Usually. But he still has words, since he's not exactly any happier about this than Clover is. ]
Okay, so— Think we can both agree this is crap. So let's just get it out of the way, and you and me, kiddo? We can pretend this never, ever happened.
[ Because, seriously, this is weird for him. Being handcuffed to someone even under normal circumstances is pretty strange, but there are times where his age difference feels especially marked, and this is one of them. However, that's also awkward, so he's not going to bring it up.
Basically, this sucks, fuck you Alice. ]
Okay, so— Think we can both agree this is crap. So let's just get it out of the way, and you and me, kiddo? We can pretend this never, ever happened.
[ Because, seriously, this is weird for him. Being handcuffed to someone even under normal circumstances is pretty strange, but there are times where his age difference feels especially marked, and this is one of them. However, that's also awkward, so he's not going to bring it up.
Basically, this sucks, fuck you Alice. ]
[ It’s a quiet Monday afternoon, at least so far as the murdership goes. Jack has taken to drinking in the parlor in the evenings, since while he’s not a heavy drinker, he does enjoy one every so often. Though despite Jack’s personality, the drinks themselves probably aren’t what would be expected… Jack is drinking a lemon drop (he likes the color) when Hancock might happen to wander in, and Jack's immediate response is pretty cheerful! This might not be a surprise, considering his general flippancy about everything else, and yet.
But on the other hand, before Hancock turns and leaves, Jack does have his own selection of liquor from his room's food and drink generator, just in case Elizabeth is still trying to enforce sobriety. He might even share! ]
Hey! It's my favorite skag-face. How you doin', buddy? Kinda haven't gotten the chance to chat, what with the, y'know, murders and all.
But on the other hand, before Hancock turns and leaves, Jack does have his own selection of liquor from his room's food and drink generator, just in case Elizabeth is still trying to enforce sobriety. He might even share! ]
Hey! It's my favorite skag-face. How you doin', buddy? Kinda haven't gotten the chance to chat, what with the, y'know, murders and all.
week 3 - sunday
Jun. 27th, 2016 03:16 pm[ So sometime Sunday evening after the execution, there’s going to be a pretty abrupt knock at Rhys’s door. All things considered, it’s pretty obvious just who would come knocking at Rhys’s door, but, hey, just in case Rhys is confused, Jack will still be speaking through it. Their neighbors must suffer a lot because of them. ]
Rhys- C’mon, open up?
[ Jack at least sounds like he’s in a good mood, so that’s a good sign?? ]
Rhys- C’mon, open up?
[ Jack at least sounds like he’s in a good mood, so that’s a good sign?? ]
week three - wednesday
Jun. 20th, 2016 06:27 pm[ By Wednesday, the paranoia is settling in rather deeply, and for Jack, who is naturally a paranoid person, this doesn't bode well for him. He's been a ball of nervous energy, and he's gotta admit, he'd definitely be down for strangling the life out of someone right about now. He's full of nervous, manic energy, but he doesn't leave his room unless he truly has to. Most of the time, that would be a whim that Jack would absolutely indulge in. Hell, if he were at Hyperion? He'd just have some of the low performers get sent to his office until that nervous anxiety was completely gone. There was nothing quite as stress relieving as feeling someone's neck break under your hands.
But he knows he can't. There's something much bigger here. He has a hope of grasping what he's been chasing after for so long, and he won't let it slip between his fingers. And yet, there's always that nagging doubt in the back of his mind.
He knows it's not actually his dream.
His fingers tap against his datapad rhythmically for several long minutes, but finally, he just stands and calls out, since he's assuming she'll hear even here. ]
Hey, Al, you can hear me, right? —Ahhh, no, what do those idiots call you? Alice? Was that what won? AL-2955. Let's just go with the formal designation.
[ It's ironic that he would request company while he has paranoia lingering over him, but... It also makes him want answers that he's been a little reluctant to go digging for. ]
C'mere. I'm feeling like a little chat.
But he knows he can't. There's something much bigger here. He has a hope of grasping what he's been chasing after for so long, and he won't let it slip between his fingers. And yet, there's always that nagging doubt in the back of his mind.
He knows it's not actually his dream.
His fingers tap against his datapad rhythmically for several long minutes, but finally, he just stands and calls out, since he's assuming she'll hear even here. ]
Hey, Al, you can hear me, right? —Ahhh, no, what do those idiots call you? Alice? Was that what won? AL-2955. Let's just go with the formal designation.
[ It's ironic that he would request company while he has paranoia lingering over him, but... It also makes him want answers that he's been a little reluctant to go digging for. ]
C'mere. I'm feeling like a little chat.
week three - monday i guess but who cares
Jun. 20th, 2016 06:18 pm[ So at some point during Jack's gym rendezvous, someone else's presence catches his attention. He actually notices Fiona before she heads to the track, and in truth, he doesn't actually consider going to bother her first. It could be that motive in part, but as soon as that thought dawns on Jack, he rather stubbornly wants to refute it. But he does wait. His justification is that he'd like to finish what he's currently doing, but in truth, it is that subtle hesitation making itself known.
But of course, it's not quite enough to keep Jack away just yet.
Fiona is probably well into her run when she'll be aware of someone else joining her, though whether she realizes it's Jack or not beforehand depends on how much she's paying attention. He's definitely here to chat, though, so he'll manage to catch up to her fairly easily. He may be old, but he's in shape. Though it's probably best not to think too much on why that is, considering being a genocidal maniac ends up being good cardio. ]
Y'know, this works out well. I was gonna come hunt you down—figure of speech, by the way—but you're saving me some of the trouble here. Wanted to talk to you, actually.
But of course, it's not quite enough to keep Jack away just yet.
Fiona is probably well into her run when she'll be aware of someone else joining her, though whether she realizes it's Jack or not beforehand depends on how much she's paying attention. He's definitely here to chat, though, so he'll manage to catch up to her fairly easily. He may be old, but he's in shape. Though it's probably best not to think too much on why that is, considering being a genocidal maniac ends up being good cardio. ]
Y'know, this works out well. I was gonna come hunt you down—figure of speech, by the way—but you're saving me some of the trouble here. Wanted to talk to you, actually.
week three - tuesday morning
Jun. 20th, 2016 06:09 pm[ How did Jack convince Rhys to actually get his ass out of bed early in the morning and head to the gym? That's the real mystery here, not the murder. But, somehow, he's managed, even if Rhys is probably half asleep as Jack is going along to the gym. By comparison, Jack is already pretty animated and excited, so he's definitely starting off on the right foot by talking Rhys's ear off. ]
—I mean, look at you. I bet- No, I'm sure, you're one of those guys that has a craaaaaazy metabolism so you can just eat pizza and garbage all day and just be stupidly skinny. Well, first thing's first, that's not normal, so you're gonna start working for it. Seriously. Maybe if you actually put on some muscle, you might actually be able to do a little more when you're on the verge of death instead of, I dunno, a certain handsome, built guy having to step in to clean things up for you. Which, I admit, times in the past? Not exactly based on muscle. Since, uh, kinda didn't matter with the whole hologram thing.
[ is there a buffer overflow yet ]
So c'mon, you, me, the weight room, maybe shooting a few hoops? Have you even been to a gym before? Actually, no, don't answer that, I have a guess and it's going to piss me off. So I'm pretending you have. The point is, we're making up for these past few weeks of doing goddamn nothing.
—I mean, look at you. I bet- No, I'm sure, you're one of those guys that has a craaaaaazy metabolism so you can just eat pizza and garbage all day and just be stupidly skinny. Well, first thing's first, that's not normal, so you're gonna start working for it. Seriously. Maybe if you actually put on some muscle, you might actually be able to do a little more when you're on the verge of death instead of, I dunno, a certain handsome, built guy having to step in to clean things up for you. Which, I admit, times in the past? Not exactly based on muscle. Since, uh, kinda didn't matter with the whole hologram thing.
[ is there a buffer overflow yet ]
So c'mon, you, me, the weight room, maybe shooting a few hoops? Have you even been to a gym before? Actually, no, don't answer that, I have a guess and it's going to piss me off. So I'm pretending you have. The point is, we're making up for these past few weeks of doing goddamn nothing.
