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[worldentire]

[The screaming, the growing paranoia, the inability to leave... it's just like Rapture again. Just add a few drops of water and rusting metal all about, bloody bits on the walls and the whispering, whispering of insanity and you have the city in a bottle, as it were. So of course, this affects our dear Mister Sinclair, bringing back some serious,

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[action of Jack is always bothering Sinclair, isn't he]

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[Jack hasn't even seen the feed--he was already on his way. He's doing his rounds, as it were, checking on all his acquaintances in the mansion and making sure they're safe. So far no one seems to be hurt, only shaken, but there's one he hasn't heard from, and more worryingly, he hasn't been able to get ahold of Sinclair on his communicator.

He slams on the door three times, hard, with his fist.]

Mister Sinclair, are you here?

[Sinclair might note an unusual tension in his voice, and a blue-white glow flickering under the door.]

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[Jack thoroughly ignores him, standing and going to the closet.]

'S get you some coffee.

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[He nods slowly, sniffing and rocking back and forth again.] I-it's just- Losin' contr-rol like that, I...

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[Jack lacks the social graces to allow his gaze to slide by, so it's time for awkward eye contact as he nudges the steaming mug into Sinclair's hands.]

I know.

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[Sinclair stares at him awkwardly, taking the cup and taking a sip very slowly and carefully.] Th-thanks, son, I-I really appreciate it... I-it's n-not... [He sniffs.] I... I know how you feel, son.. [The coffee steadies him slightly - but only slightly.]

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[Jack gives him another considering look, and returns to the closet. The next thing he shoves under Sinclair's nose is a handkerchief. He doesn't manage any more than an inarticulate grunt, this time.]

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[He goes silent, looking down at his coffee. He sets it down and wipes his face off, sticking it into one of his many pockets, and sniffs sadly, keeping his eyes down.] You should probably get goin', kid.

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[Jack can't think of anything more to do, so he nods. If Sinclair wants him to go, he'll go.]

Need anything, call me.

[He speaks shortly, jerks his head at Sinclair's monitors, and leaves.]

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[Sinclair nods tiredly, and sighs, watching him leave. He sits there, trying to block out all the noise, but it creeps in again - and slowly, ever slowly, he slips back into reverie, trying to tell himself that sister isn't Cindy, trying to fight the urge to scream.]