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[ Jack hadn't quite forgotten about wanting to talk to Dorian, but for a while after things calm down (at least, so much as they could), Jack just keeps to himself in silence. It's pretty clear that whatever the Queen had shown him had shaken him, since a thoughtful, pensive silence didn't exactly suit the person Jack had been up to this point... But whatever it is, eventually he at least decides that it can't stall him.

He'll take the time to ask Luke to accompany him, and Adam comes along as a result, which Jack doesn't actually object to at all in this case. He seems distracted more than actually really caring one way or another, and that carries to when the group goes to find Dorian too.

Still, that said, it might not exactly be a bad thing. Jack is more subdued by now, hardly the argumentative and baiting tone he'd been carrying earlier. ]

So. You had something to say to me, as I recall. Hope you don't mind me bringing my clique, since, y'know, not the most trusting guy.

[ 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.

[ 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. ]

[ 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.

[ 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!

[ 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?

[ 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.