the nineteenth jack | video

[faultlesscon]

[The feed turns on and its this one's face - he hardly looks different than usual, and its likely because he's used to getting very little sleep by now. The trap from weeks ago lingers on his mind however, and a week is worse than what he was told for that time, but considering it is only the third day, he's better off than others. Sitting back in

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[hung_garian]

Who let the dogs out?

[Gabriel is unhelpful forever. Have some smirking... from the guy who doesn't sleep anyway.]

[faultlesscon]

Charming. [All the supernatural see what I did there beings need to stop trolling him. The animals are doing that enough.]

Enjoying yourself?

[hung_garian]

Immensely, thanks for asking. You? How's the menagerie going?

[faultlesscon]

I feel like a pet shop owner, with more effort and less profit. It'd be too much to assume that you want one, wouldn't it?

[hung_garian]

'Fraid so. I'm still recovering from the tragic loss of Snuggles, the vicious little ball of singing fluff.

[He's not paid enough attention to know it's called a mogwai.]

[faultlesscon]

You poor soul, really. [Eyeroll.] You practically reek of loss, and that sort of bollocks.

[hung_garian]

That's probably my cologne, but thanks all the same.

[faultlesscon]

Lovely to know that they sell such a scent. The information is appreciated.

[hung_garian]

I don't think they sell it in the Facility giftshop. Sorry to get your hopes up.

[faultlesscon]

Darn, wherever shall I get the scent of despair? [Is this really happening? WHY.]

Oh. I can just walk into the hallway.

[hung_garian]

How very resourceful of you.

[faultlesscon]

Who did you say you were again?

[hung_garian]

I didn't; you must've hallucinated that. The despair'll do that to you, y'know.

[faultlesscon]

... Right. Are you going to tell me a name at all, then?

[hung_garian]

Well sure, if you want. How about Jack Merridew?

[faultlesscon]

.. That's not even your name, is it?