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shadesofeco

Ninety-fifth Mission [Closed Commentlog]

Jul 26, 2010 20:25

[Jak wakes groggily, still sprawled on his back with his legs hanging over the edge of the bed. His arm's numb from being draped over his face all night and his stomach's doing cartwheels, not to mention the fact that the room is still spinning and there's a hellcat backfiring in his head ( Read more... )

!daxter, idk my bff daxter, jak wry u do this, here comes the ptsd-mobile, hey seagulls let's buzz 'em for kicks, !phoenix, crankypants, gently please, oh god never drinking again

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ecopiracy July 27 2010, 03:51:36 UTC

[Phoenix's head hurts. Aching and pounding, and something is digging into his forehead right above his eyebrows. It takes him several extremely unpleasant minutes before he finally fumbles his hand to his head and discovers he's still got his goggles on.

Oh.

With a miserable groan, he tugs them off, then lets them drop to the ground before turning and burying his face in the couch.

...why is he on the couch?

He makes a feeble attempt to drag up anything from the night before, but it only makes the headache worse. He quickly gives it up as a very bad cause.]

Nnngh...

does_everything July 27 2010, 03:58:22 UTC

[No. No he didn't have a good reason. And Daxter is already awake and sitting atop the dresser, going through Jak's comm entries and casually invading his privacy.

Motion out of the corner of his eye alerts Daxter to Jak slowly coming to, and he places a fist against his hip.]

Well well, g'morning sunshine.

shadesofeco July 27 2010, 04:08:23 UTC

[A half-hearted wave somewhere between "good morning" and "please for the love of god stop talking to me" and a grunt is his only greeting.

Jak levers himself up and winces, then limps stiffly over to the bottles of water thoughtfully left on the dresser by the Stewardess. He rips the top off one and downs about half of it, then stops. And stares.

Phoenix is on his couch.]

The hell are you doing in my room?

ecopiracy July 27 2010, 12:01:13 UTC

[Phoenix grimaces as the voices reach his ears and seem to reverberate inside his skull, but he manages to crack a bleary eye open. Jak and Daxter. Why is he hearing those two, of all people, at this time in the morning?

It takes him a moment to even register what Jak just said.

What?]

This isn't...

[His voice rasps and there's a terrible taste in his mouth, but his eyes are wandering and he trails off. Jak's right. This isn't his room.

With another groan, he rolls onto his side. It is much too early for this.]

If it's your room, you'd know better than I. Ask me again in five hours.

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