[Jak has found a copy of The Lost Frontier and is playing it on Deck 12.]

I don't look like this, right?  What's wrong with my hair?

And why do I sound ...

...

That's not how Eco works!

[Jak watches as his in-game counterpart mispronounces the word "gun" for the second time, then throws the controller against the wall in frustration.]

[The comm flicks on and the video shakes violently for several seconds, the sounds of screeching metal and shattering glass almost covering the loud grunts of pain.  Flashes of spinning scenery and bright yellow-green hair blur here and there, and there's far, far too much red ( Read more... )

[Jak wakes groggily, still sprawled on his back with his legs hanging over the edge of the bed.  His arm's numb from being draped over his face all night and his stomach's doing cartwheels, not to mention the fact that the room is still spinning and there's a hellcat backfiring in his head ( Read more... )

[Long, awkward silence.]

I'm ... missing some things.

[Locked to Bass // 45% unhackable]

This isn't over.

(( OOC: Jak is missing his goggles, boots, tunic, pants, scarf, leather harness, arm wraps and waist wrap; silly boy wasn't wearing his armor. Strikethroughs have already been claimed everything's gone! :3 ))

I'm going out for supplies.  If you're trapped and need something, now's the time to ask.

Enough is enough.

I want to know who Santa Claus is.  Now.

Either he comes to me, or I'll hunt him down myself.

(( ooc: Short explanation: Bass' actions in this Carnival log led to Damas' death.  Bass gave his name as Santa Claus.  Jak is now out to kill Santa.  ~*~toot toot~*~ ))

[The voice that comes over the transmission is cracked and obviously trying to stifle pain through heavy breaths.]

Damas ...

(( OOC: Follows on from this log. ))

[Jak's out of the brig.  Actually, he's been out for most of the day, but after taking the time to raid the medical bay for bandages to cover his wrists and ankles, and to bind his ribs -- the Major broke quote a few in their scuffle -- he's holed himself back up in his room with Daxter.]

(( OOC: consider this an open commentlog if anyone wants to ( Read more... )

Happy birthday, Herz.

I'd buy you a drink but ... y'know.

[The comm snaps on with Jak a little out of breath.]

Dax?  Daxter, are you okay?

Herz, Shilo?  Zeke?  Did everyone come back?

(( OOC: follows on from this log that never ends. ROCKS FELL EVERYONE DIED when we finish writing it.  Jak is missing his armor, tunic, pants, underpants, scarf, harness, goggles and boots.  Feel free to claim an item ( Read more... )