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 Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2013 8:50 pm
It had been a (relatively) short trip to the labs after the external mission, half due to freakishly long legs taking great strides, half due to the fact that Jack had a near obsessive habit of finding the shortest route to what he wanted--truly, he was an engineer at heart. Chel was luckily not too heavy to carry, but after that sort of fight he was drained; though Jack had made it out far better than the Sun hunter had.
(( She is the damsel in distress, dear one! )) Owain commented delightedly. (( And you are her knight in white armor come to whisk her to be tended to! Perhaps you can use this opportunity as a second chance at a first impression! ))
First, I doubt Chel is a damsel in any situation, least of all in distress. Second, really? A knight? Shut up, G-man.
As the giant burbled a response under his breath, Jack set her down in a cot and got some external help in tending to her wounds; he was still a basic trainee after all, and his first aid experience was still limited though he did do his best to observe and help. Once she was stabilized, he left momentarily and came back with blank mission reports, two clipboards, and two pens.
Because priorities.
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Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2013 10:02 pm
Chel, after a night, lovely back up, woke up in bed. What was going on? She remembered gas. Some fighting. A bright light and then ...
< You have been moved to the infirmary. I have kept you succinct via FEAR shield transaction. Someone else has banded your external wounds. >
"Mhmm thanks Tensy," she responded blankly, blurry surroundings not having made sense. She sat up, trying to decipher everything around her. While her externals and mental capabilities had been set aside, the gas had yet to fully leave her system, so everything was still a bit off. She saw a fuzzy shape next to the bed. Dark browns ... Nevada? "Hey there beautiful. No princely wake up kiss?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2013 10:15 pm
He raised a brow at her first words, but then again the just-awoken weren't always possessed of clarity. "Unsanitary," he replied simply as he took a seat, which only happened to be near the bed and not in any way, shape, or form, having been moved by him to be in that position. "I'd advise you to keep your movements slow and deliberate until you're clean of the gas. How do you feel?"
(( Gassy, )) Owain provided and chortled at his own magnificent humor. Jack's expression turned dry as he tapped his forehead in a futile warning.
"More specifically, how is your sight? That charge you gave off was a little on the bright side."
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Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2013 10:27 pm
Chel blinked slowly. That voice was not Nevada's voice. But that brown was Nevada's brown. Whaaaaat.
"Yooo what happened to your voice? It got all ... deep," she said. Her arms slowly slithered other in his direction. "What d'you mean kissing me's unsanitary. You sayin' you don't want to?" Rude Nevada, rude.
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Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2013 10:38 pm
. . . He needed to check what medication they might have given her because this was getting a little bizarre. "My voice is the same," Jack replied evenly, leaning away from her arms and trying to firmly push them back with the clipboard. No touch no touch no touch no. His terms, not hers. Jack was in Business Mode.
"You are recovering in the labs right now, Chel. You are experiencing possible side-effects from breathing in the gas at a larger concentration than myself or Deryk, so I suggest that you take a minute to breathe and reorient yourself. Then you will tell me how is your vision and if anything in particular is hurting."
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Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2013 11:32 pm
Chel tried to push past his resistance, but eventually gave up. The figure spoke of gas- she remembered that- of side effects- what?- and concentrating. Well considering she had nothing to do but listen to deep voice in the distance, she attempted to do just that. Focus her energy.
Things got a little grainier, but not in a bad way. It was still fuzzy, but now the fuzzy bits at least fit together. Instead of brown, she now saw distinct bits of green in the mixture. Then a lot more green. "Ah ... It's becoming clearer ... Yes I can see ... loneliness in your future," Chel said mystically. "Because you are a giant grumpy d**k ..."
She opened one day and cracked a smile. "Yes, that's definitely it."
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Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2013 11:43 pm
Surprisingly, one side of Jack's mouth pulled into a half-smile as well. "Welcome to the land of the sentient, you show off," he greeted her. "Give a warning next time you decide to go supernova, hmm? Your lesbian lover already hates me enough without you adding to it by accidentally dying on me." Frankly, Nevada would probably shoot him just for hanging around Chel too much (which, he wanted to point out, was absolutely not his fault at all).
He sat the clipboard in his lap and straightened up now that Chel wasn't trying to pull him into a sleepy hug. "That being said, it did get the job done--albeit by the skin of our teeth. I wasn't aware there were charges that harmed the user, though. You were lucky it didn't kill you, judging from how long it took us to fix you up."
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Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2013 9:27 am
"Hell yeah it did. I saved the day," she said proudly, completely ignoring the fact that she'd been injured. As far as Chel knew, Tensy would always be there to keep her together, so it didn't matter the total damage she did to herself.
She leaned back on the awkward cot the life infirmary had spared her so lovingly. "Still upset about my prince kiss though. Why's Nevada hate you? First time I heard of this."
Maybe they had a secret past. Oh s**t had she started being friends with Nevada's ex-lover? Maybe her arch-nemesis from high school? Oh the drama.
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Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2013 11:00 am
He scoffed. "More like you did an a** pull at the last second. So, what, I don't come up during pillow talk?" Jack affected an almost wounded look. "Damn. I need to work on my public image more."
Because clearly having one, maybe two people who wanted him dead, wasn't enough.
"Mind you, I never did anything to her to warrant such dislike," he continued with a shrug. "Unless she took offense to the winner's kiss I gave her--which she shouldn't have, because I do pride myself on being a damn good lover. But you know, people--bring up past mistakes and suddenly you're the villain."
And then he offered Chel a clipboard and pen, because clearly if she could talk, then she could do her mission report as well.
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Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2013 12:28 pm
"Yo you kissed Nevada? When dude?" She let out a tiny cough and said, "Not that it uh. Nevermind." Her mind was already swimming with images of what kind of lover Jack would have been. Probably not the best path to continue down talking about.
She took the clipboard and pen, and pointedly set it down next to her as she kept speaking, "What past mistakes? Oh my god did you get her pregnant??"
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Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2013 1:05 pm
What. "What." What.
Jack gave her a disbelieving look. "No," he answered, shaking his head at the very idea. There was miscommunication going on, so he tried to be more clear. "The first time I saw her was on the island, Chel. Frankly, I was on the fast track to being ******** buddies before my ex showed up; you probably know her as Stormy."
Which was still a gay name, seriously.
Skipping over her question (which she seemed to want anyway), Jack leaned back in his chair and began to pen his name and signature on the form. "Me and her go back a little. For whatever reason, your girlfriend takes that personally. Probably jealous."
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Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2013 5:00 pm
Chel was slightly disappointed. She even had her "oh no my girlfriend's pregnant" face ready.
"Ohhh Stormy." Chel said, even more disappointed now. If Jack and Nevada had been close to ******** buddies, Chel could have gotten in on that action. Dammit Stormy. "Honestly I ..... have been avoiding her. Nevada talks about her all the time. Makes me kind of annoyed. I hate having to prove myself to people, you know?"
Jealousy? No, that didn't seem Nevada's style. Nevada had been the one getting all possessive over her- not the other way around. It wasn't in Nevada's character to want a girl that well ... wasn't her. "What happened with Ms. Clouds?" she asked, feeling rather clever for it. "You dump her or did she split on you?" Chel was, at heart, a little gossip.
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Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2013 7:48 pm
"That's the thing, Chel: you don't have to prove yourself to people. Live life like that, it gets helluva lot easier." He tapped the pen to his chest. "I mean, look at me. Aren't I a well adjusted, non-drama-mongering gentleman? Sure, I stir s**t up sometimes, but people can't take a joke." Or don't learn to ignore him, as it was.
It was interesting that she mentioned Nevada liked talking about his ex; he wondered how far that rabbit hole could be taken. "Oh, you know, she decided to join Deus without telling me, made me think she was dead for over a year, that sort of thing," Jack replied in a blase tone, shrugging again. "Never was a formal break up. But you know, Finn did mention that room of theirs was ripe for sexual tension a while back--I'm guessing you'll have to watch your girlfriend closely, because if there's one thing I know about--Stormy--"
He still stumbled over the name, honestly.
"If there's one thing I know about her, it's that she likes taking things and making them hers. And if she doesn't like you, well . . ." His expression twisted into something almost sympathetic, though his eyes were still on the report as he scrawled.
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Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2013 8:16 pm
Chel stuck out her tongue. "Yeah well gentlemen are for ladies," she responded, finally picking up the pen and clipboard to start her own report, "And I a'int no lady."
She listened as Jack bemoaned his sad story on her. "Oooh so she ditched you. That's rough buddy," Chel said absently, heart not really into listening compassionately. Chel would never be like that. "Listen, if Nevada wants to invite someone else to the bed I'm ********' down. I don't have like a ... a thing for people. Never want to have that lovey dovey disney s**t." Commitment was not Chel's middle name.
Her middle name didn't make it to her form either. Just a chicken scratch version of her name. "If she doesn't like me she'll run away to a secret organization of monster killers far far away from here?" she jabbed, pen on her chin now. "Doesn't sound too bad to me."
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Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2013 9:48 pm
No, no she wasn't a lady. But for a person who had whined about getting him to open up last time they chatted, she sure didn't seem all that interested now. Then again, sob stories were boring after a while.
Jack barked a laugh nevertheless. "Piss her off for me, then, just to be sure. The anti-Disney alone should send her packing. Nevada, though, eh . . . convincing and bribery will be needed."
Namely booze. "Drunk" was typically a condition that needed to be filled before he got lucky.
"Think there is another society, though?" Jack couldn't help but ask, as now Owain was forming his own theories. "Maybe like Deus but with less bullshit problems. I know there's the O group, but it sounds more like a splinter group than anything else."
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