[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 crying's coming from inside the Spectacular Spectacular theater.  Don't ...

Don't go in there.  It's the same as before, like the theater is alive.

Torn and Ironhide didn't make it out.  There's no need for more casualties.

Let's do this.

(( ooc: Jak'll be at the racing deck, fine-tuning his Javelin X, sans weapons, obviously ))

[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!]

[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. ))

[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... )

Dax.  Remy.  Batou.

I have some questions.

[Jak's voice is out of breath and desperate when the transmission cuts in.]

DAXTER!

Where are you?!

(( OOC: continues from here ))