[Today, Jak's feeling grumpy.
Maybe it's the realization that two years had already passed since he had been snatched from his life and pulled onto this stupid boat.
Maybe it's the memories and sadness dredged up from the
remembrance ceremony for his deceased mother a few days ago
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And the alcohol, of course. Can't work without that.
Looks like he must not trust the little map on the comms, because he's busily doodling his own. There's no real reason to hide what he's doing, so he'd figured he might as well work near the food. His more detailed notes, of course, are elsewhere.
He straightens up and rolls his shoulders, noticing Jak heading in when he does. Well, hello there, exceptionally unstable provisional member of the Underground. Torn raises a hand in greeting.]
Jak.
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He wasn't particularly in the mood for company, but he does perk up slightly when he sees Torn. He's good company ... well, sometimes.
Snagging a bottle of something -- whiskey, it looks like -- Jak hooks a glass and slides into the booth opposite Torn.]
What're you working on?
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Maps.
[Obviously. Rough draws of decks 11, 12, and 15 litter the table, along with a half finished rough of deck 10. Torn's been a busy little wumpbee.
He holds up the comm and shakes it.]
This is a handy little device, but I trust my own work better.
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Torn and his maps. Jak did not get the love interest.]
Hnn.
How're you finding it?
[Considering how life on the boat was marginally better than life back home, it wasn't too much of an adjustment. Well, not for Jak at least.]
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That and they gave him something to do whenever he was busy trying not to think.]
Bizarre.
[No more maps for now. No more drinking, either. He rubs at his temples.]
I've seen some strange things in my life, but this place tops 'em all. But it's interesting, I'll give it that.
[And kind of nice, not having someone breathing down his neck all the time, but no sense in mentioning that. Jak likely already understands the feeling.]
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I'd like to say you get used to it but ...
[Jak shrugs.]
Every time you do, you get thrown off again.
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[Yep, somebody discovered the magical, gravity-changing deck.
And he DID NOT LIKE IT.]
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OH.
Jak smirks and snorts.]
Yeah. You never know.
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Torn shoots him a glare. He'd have appreciated knowing beforehand what that deck does, but at least now he knows for the next time he goes to explore it.
He picks up his mostly empty glass and drains it, holding it in Jak's direction once it's empty.]
Share a little. I need to chase the taste of that swill outta my mouth.
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If Torn had asked, Jak'd have told him.
Leaning over, he fills Torn's glass, and tops off his own before setting the bottle aside.]
The stuff's here better than the moonshine back home.
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Besides, Torn's more of a hands-on learner, anyway.
He raises his glass toward Jak in a sort of mock salute.]
A toast to not going blind on moonshine.
[He actually almost smiles when he says it. Almost.]
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[Jak actually feels a slight shudder run down his spine before he tilts his glass back and takes a drink.]
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Kid, why do you think I sent you to deal with him?
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[Smirk.]
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[Ugh.]
Never did like that bastard.
[Need him? Yes. Like him? Hardly.]
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[Jak shrugs.]
He's dead now.
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