[Jecht awakens fully dressed in a tuxedo on a red heart-shaped bed.  For some reason, he's holding a bouquet of red roses in his left hand.  He doesn't remember going to bed in a place like this, and he hasn't been drunk since that night he pitched a fit at the post office for taking Garnet's arm.  Sitting up and grumbling, he glances around the ( Read more... )

...Well, I hope you idiots are real goddamned proud of yourselves.  Blowin' up their precious factory didn't do a fucking thing, and we're all supposed to keep on working there.  Now instead of just some of us, we're all screwed.  Great job, everyone.

[On Thursday evening, anyone who's sitting around at home may be confronted with the sight of Jecht all but knocking down their doors, dragging a reluctant-looking Seychelles around by the wrist.  Because he'll be damned if any student of his is going to just give up and let this damn town do whatever it pleases to them, especially when their job ( Read more... )

[After enduring his third day of backbreaking repetitive labor in front of a big stupid goddamn machina what the hell, Jecht is feeling pretty pissed off.  He's managed to avoid getting seriously mangled just by sheer physical fitness, but he's still got some open sores, a bit of scarring, and some long lacerations from a few close calls.  He's ( Read more... )

"...Factory job all of a sudden, huh?  Don't seem so bad, I guess."

[Jecht heads off to work, barely paying attention to the changed scenery.  Even if there was something to freak out about, he knows by this point there's not much to be done about it.  So he heads off to the Factory in his grey worker's jumpsuit and sets himself up in front of ( Read more... )

So I guess today's some sort of holiday or somethin', right?  Saw a bunch of the neighbors grillin' up some meat.  I don't give a damn about this America guy or his birthday, but hell, I never pass up a chance to cook up some steaks.  So, uh, pool's open, and if anybody wants to come have some steak or whatever, there's extra.

[Jecht spends most of Father's Day sitting around in front of his pool.  He knows it's some sort of father-themed holiday from talking to Saya before, and that interaction has put him in a pretty foul mood.  Still, though, he's free for anyone who feels like wandering by.]

"Tch... stupid Father's Day.  What a dumb damn idea for a holiday."

[Jecht, in true loner fashion, doesn't tell a living soul that he's heading off into Westport.  He just grabs his blitzball, tucks it under his arm, and heads off down the road.]

"If those two are over there, I'm gonna find 'em.  Maybe then we can go home 'n finish this."

[Grunts.]

"And I can finally smack some sense into that stupid kid..."