Anon is on, IP logging is off. How am I doing with Jack?

[Maybe the mansion has some kind of a thing about documenting new arrivals. Who knows, really? It's pretty obvious that the person who just appeared on camera didn't plan to be filming himself.

He probably didn't plan to be doing anything other than trying to stop the bleeding ( Read more... )

All entries prior to this one are from Jack's previous run in the Mansion. They are here as a record; neither Jack nor any other character has access to them. Please do not treat them as available IC information (if your character remembers said events, that's fine).

I will be starting his entries over from 1, from this point onward.

[Jack is looking awkwardly into the camera--not that this is unusual--with a faint air of shame. This is a slightly embarrassing situation.]

Hi. I--

I'm just...lonely. I'm lonely.

[If you guessed that Jack's response to being uncomfortable with a given situation was to head to the beach, you guessed right! He'd come out originally to watch the fireworks going off near the hills, and the colors were awfully pretty. Even the sounds weren't so bad, at first. But over time, with darkness pressing in, the whistles and bangs ( Read more... )

[The feed opens on Jack equipping himself. He puts his wrench in his belt, which is nothing unusual, he always carries that ( Read more... )

[It's getting warm out, perfect rooftop weather. The door or hatch, or whatever it is to the Mansion proper is wedged open. After a moment, Jack backs out, a little unsteady, burdened with a tall, rectangular whitewashed box. He is smoking, as usual ( Read more... )

[Jack--the Jack we're all accustomed to--has vacated his room, for the moment. Someone else has taken up residence. And use of the communicator. And just generally made himself comfortable ( Read more... )

[It's been about a month since the network has last seen Jack, and he seems to have pulled himself together since Sinclair's departure. He looks tired, but then he always looks tired, and he's smiling his shy, easy smile, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his lips.]

It's been a while since I've done anything really interesting. I'd like to ( Read more... )

[The feed starts from inside an empty room, one that was until recently underwater, sealed off with heavy brass and inches-thick glass. The window is an ordinary one now, square and framed in wood, and the bank of television monitors is gone, leaving the wall bare, though there are still a few tattered cords that the Mansion has yet to reabsorb ( Read more... )