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[noscaredkid]

[OOM: Dreaming of screaming
Someone kick me out of my mind
I hate these thoughts I can’t deny
Dreaming of screaming
Someone kick me out of my mind
I hate these thoughts I can’t de--

System of a Down - Dreaming
Warning for some disturbing content, both within whitetext and otherwise.Jack is still rubbing the sleep from her eyes when she pushes open

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[til_it_aint]

Ben weren't even lookin' for trouble, honest. He'd been out mosta the mornin', out behind th'bar, lookin' through the forest just for somethin' t'do. But then he'd sat down for a few minutes, closed his eyes and woken up from dreams of war and tattoos to find a fuckin' rabbit chewin' on his foot like it was tryin' t'get through the leather t'the toe.

So that's about right when he headed back into th'bar. Settled himself on a stool, tappin' his fingers 'fore he asks for coffee and somethin' hot. Bar gives him a mug and a bowl of somethin' like stew, but he don't notice 'cause instead he's noticin' who he's a couple seats down from.

Aw, fuck.

[noscaredkid]

Jack is too busy eating at first to notice him. The strange bowl of food is very new to Jack, seeing as she's more accustomed to food that's more practical for space travel and less...well, delicious. She's not sure if this is an Earth food, but whether it is or not, it's pretty good in Jack's books. She's so busy eating, in fact, that when she lifts the spoon to her mouth for the next bite and glances around, she almost misses him.

Almost. Then she does a double-take, and tasty cereal is all but forgotten.

"YOU!" Jack remembers him, and if she remembers correctly it was his fault that she ended up losing her voice and getting in trouble. She is not please to see him. "You're the little bitch that got me in shit last time! You've got some nerve showin' your face around here again!" She's out of her chair and closing the distance between them at a very scary pace when she stops, not a foot away from him, and frowns. "Hey wait, what happened to your face?"

Which is to say, why does it not look like Jack happened to his face?

[til_it_aint]

Oh yeah, yeah this ain't goin' well at all. Ben abandons the bowl of stew in favour of foldin' his arms across his chest and gettin' off the stool, backin' up a step or two 'cause if it comes to a fight (and he don't want it to, but if she's askin') then he knows he's got reach on her.

He squares his shoulders up, standin' tall, though, 'cause she's just a fuckin' girlie and she ain't got no call t'be actin' like this.

"I didn't do nothin'." His voice is quiet, tense, more wary than pissed 'cause he ain't got the energy or the want to be angry at her right now. "You attacked me."

[noscaredkid]

Should he ever make the mistake of calling Jack "just a fuckin' girlie" to her face, or if she should ever hear of him saying such things, the consequences would be very dire indeed. There are prices to be paid for saying stupid things, and with Jack the prices are always very high.

"I didn't attack you ya little pansy. I was just softening you up because you were being a stupid dumbass. Maybe next time somebody points a gun at you you'll answer their fucking questions." She steps closer again, walking around him to get a better look at his face and jaw. She's sure of it now, there's no damage at all. "Now would be a good time to start learning those lessons. What happened to your face?"

[noscaredkid]

"She feeds people the alphabet when they're not specific?" Jack looks a little curious, poking her bowl of cereal again. It's the letters that weird her out more than the cereal part. Food and spelling do not go hand in hand in her mind. "Is she broken or something? Or is she programmed to be a stupid wise-ass?"

[noscaredkid]

Jack scoffs, rolling her eyes at the young blond. "Sentient magical hunk of wood? Yeah, right." Jack is still convinced that Bar's just a VI with some nifty little devices that allow for teleportation or possibly simple invisibility. Magical wood, in her mind, is just a stupid cover. "Look, it's called a VI, kid. It's not magic, no matter what they say to grab customers. It's just programming."

[first_runihura]

"Try the beef tagine. It's pretty damn good for something that hasn't been cooked properly." The man has a mostly empty clay vessel before him, kinda like a deep plate, and a conical clay cover rests on the bar nearby. He is currently nursing a glass of thé a la mente distractedly.

[noscaredkid]

"Beef? You mean, like, meat from cows?" Shockingly, living on the run has given Jack very little time to enjoy food that comes from Earth animals. She mostly eats food that's been dried, frozen, or grown on some alien world. It's expensive to ship animal meat across the galaxy. "Why would I order something that isn't cooked right? That's just stupid."

[first_runihura]

"I didn't say it wasn't cooked right. I said it wasn't cooked properly. By a person. It's very good for machine-processed food, still not equal to what a good cook could have made." Someone with Jack's checkered history could probably notice how despite the relaxed tone and posture, the man's rifle and sword are in a position where he could use either at a moment's notice.

[noscaredkid]

She's aware of the fact, and is wondering to herself how tight security really is in this place if they let any old Joe in with all his weapons. It just seems like a recipe for disaster.

"So is this whole fuckin' place run by machines?" She suspects Bar of being a VI, but she assumed they had actual cooks back there. "What's up with this place?"