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who ; Jack Noir and Raimi Matthews
what ; Jack is kind of stranded. Help?
where ; ...whatever zone Striderhaus is in :Ia
when ; Backdated to Sunday
warning(s) ; Swearing, swearing everywhere.
This was starting to verge on being the worst week of Jack's life-- and it was pretty fucking hard to top his best friend being murdered followed by the loss of his arm, eye and career. At least that time he wasn't trapped in the house of his mortal enemy, treated like some kind of fucking cutesy pet. That tuna flavoured catfood shit was disgusting. He didn't even like tuna. Three escape attempts later he finally got the hell out of there. How he even managed to outrun Dave with only three legs is a mystery, not that Jack was complaining. What was important was that he was free, fuck yeah!
Except then he ran into a number of new problems. Besides that walking was still a chore, he had no clue where he was. In just a few hours of wandering aimlessly he completely lost track of where he'd come from, not that it mattered since he didn't even know where he was going. His wearable was still AWOL and that was the only way he was ever going to teleport out of there and get his real body back, but even if he did know where it was, how the fuck was he supposed to even get in the damn teleporter without thumbs?
Oh yeah, and on top of all that Dave and Jade and all their little friends were probably looking for him. If anyone found out about this he would never live it down.
So Jack was feeling pretty boned right about now.
Not that he had too many options left, so Jack the three-legged cat kept on hobbling around the city, peering into any teleporters he could find to see if his missing wearable was inside, or... anyone, really. Anyone who wasn't a Dave or friends with a Dave.
what ; Jack is kind of stranded. Help?
where ; ...whatever zone Striderhaus is in :Ia
when ; Backdated to Sunday
warning(s) ; Swearing, swearing everywhere.
This was starting to verge on being the worst week of Jack's life-- and it was pretty fucking hard to top his best friend being murdered followed by the loss of his arm, eye and career. At least that time he wasn't trapped in the house of his mortal enemy, treated like some kind of fucking cutesy pet. That tuna flavoured catfood shit was disgusting. He didn't even like tuna. Three escape attempts later he finally got the hell out of there. How he even managed to outrun Dave with only three legs is a mystery, not that Jack was complaining. What was important was that he was free, fuck yeah!
Except then he ran into a number of new problems. Besides that walking was still a chore, he had no clue where he was. In just a few hours of wandering aimlessly he completely lost track of where he'd come from, not that it mattered since he didn't even know where he was going. His wearable was still AWOL and that was the only way he was ever going to teleport out of there and get his real body back, but even if he did know where it was, how the fuck was he supposed to even get in the damn teleporter without thumbs?
Oh yeah, and on top of all that Dave and Jade and all their little friends were probably looking for him. If anyone found out about this he would never live it down.
So Jack was feeling pretty boned right about now.
Not that he had too many options left, so Jack the three-legged cat kept on hobbling around the city, peering into any teleporters he could find to see if his missing wearable was inside, or... anyone, really. Anyone who wasn't a Dave or friends with a Dave.