[There's a skinny, tanned, fourteen year old Jak standing in the hallway of deck four looking very, very lost ( Read more... )

[Though he'd never say it out loud, being back on the ship was incredibly depressing for Jak.  He grew up on a beach with the sun, sand and surf, and being back out there made him miss home.  His childhood home, not the dull, grey, war torn city of Haven ( Read more... )

[The communicator clicks on just to hear the "oof" of a small child hitting the floor.  He pulls himself up again, then his pattering footsteps and breathing can be heard, though he doesn't make a sound.

Mar is lost and he can't find his Daddy.  He needs an adult!]

[There's an awkward pause before he speaks.]

What the Major said ... it's all true.

[Jak clears his throat.]

Remy.  How about a drink?

[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... )

[After all the "revelations" from Praxis and Erol about his supposedly deteriorating sanity, and learning about the gaps in his memory, Jak is decidedly confused, angry, and not particularly stable ( Read more... )

... why are there flowers in my room?

[There's absolute silence at Jak's end of the communicator.  Well not quite, it sounds like someone's pressing buttons over and over. Then ...]

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(( ooc: Jak has regressed back into little baby Mar, approximately four years old and completely innocent.  He's essentially mute, and ( Read more... )