103rd Mission [Open Commentlog]

[shadesofeco]

[Today, Jak's feeling grumpy.

Maybe it's the realization that two years had already passed since he had been snatched from his life and pulled onto this stupid boat.

Maybe it's the memories and sadness dredged up from the remembrance ceremony for his deceased mother a few days ago

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[twopistols]

[Yes, come to Sergei's for drinks, Jak. It's where Torn's set up temporary shop, with a pile of paper and a few pencils.

And the alcohol, of course. Can't work without that.

Looks like he must not trust the little map on the comms, because he's busily doodling his own. There's no real reason to hide what he's doing, so he'd figured he might as well work near the food. His more detailed notes, of course, are elsewhere.

He straightens up and rolls his shoulders, noticing Jak heading in when he does. Well, hello there, exceptionally unstable provisional member of the Underground. Torn raises a hand in greeting.]

Jak.

[shadesofeco]

[After working out all day, and after his run in with Maia, Jak's even more tired and pissy. He needs a drink now.

He wasn't particularly in the mood for company, but he does perk up slightly when he sees Torn. He's good company ... well, sometimes.

Snagging a bottle of something -- whiskey, it looks like -- Jak hooks a glass and slides into the booth opposite Torn.]

What're you working on?

[twopistols]

[Torn puts down his pencil and takes up his own drink. He'd grabbed the first thing he saw; it's a piss-poor beer, but he's reasonably sure it won't make him go blind, which is better than most of the homebrew found in the slums.]

Maps.

[Obviously. Rough draws of decks 11, 12, and 15 litter the table, along with a half finished rough of deck 10. Torn's been a busy little wumpbee.

He holds up the comm and shakes it.]

This is a handy little device, but I trust my own work better.

[shadesofeco]

[Pouring his own glass, Jak takes a thirsty gulp before peering at the maps.

Torn and his maps. Jak did not get the love interest.]

Hnn.

How're you finding it?

[Considering how life on the boat was marginally better than life back home, it wasn't too much of an adjustment. Well, not for Jak at least.]

[solittleeffort]

[Maia's not in as much of a mood as she normally is. She's still working on trying to force back the memories and feelings that were brought back up when she last ventured to the top deck...but so far, antagonizing people, getting drunk with Jinx, and spending time with Harley have worked as decent distractions.

...For the time being, anyway.

Maia's decided to wander into the forest, though. She's been itching for some fresh air - and while she supposes there's no real way for her to get any of that inside a boat, the illusion of fresh air will be just as good. It only takes a few minutes of walking inside the forest before she senses the presence of Dark Eco - and it's about another minute before she finds Jak training.

Maia just watches in silence for a little while. It's interesting to observe someone so full of Dark Eco. Really, she's never known anyone else like that, save for Gol and herself. However, Maia's silence can only last so long before she decides to pipe up.]

I hope I'm not interrupting anything too important.

[shadesofeco]

[Sitting cross-legged in the forest, Jak has his eyes closed and his hands resting on his knees. His boots have been kicked off, and his shirt's crumpled beside them, leaving him in nothing more than a pair of sweatpants with the Seal of Mar hung around his neck on a leather thong.

He's damp from sweat from working out, and his face is tense with concentration, brow furrowed and twitching now and again. Every few seconds, a bolt of Dark Eco snaps out from his skin and skitters along the ground, the grass around him blackened in places.

When he finally notices Maia, the Dark Eco crackles around him momentarily with his frustration, then seeps back inside as he cracks his eyes open and glares at her.]

You are.

[solittleeffort]

Oh? What a pity. [Not really.]

Although I will applaud you on actually trying to keep yourself under control. [She and Gol spent a good portion of their time meditating, too. It was a good way to become more aware of what was flowing through their veins, and also served as a decent distraction from the pain.]

Tell me, how has that been working out for you?

[shadesofeco]

[Yeah whatever. Jak picks up his t-shirt and wipes his neck and chest with it. There are still smears of oil and grease from working on the car on his arms and hands, and one across his nose and cheek that he hasn't noticed yet.]

I'm still alive.

[standardpackage]

[Jinx really should be avoiding Jak as much as possible, but sometimes he really can't help himself. This time, he wasn't exactly looking for the boy, he was actually planning to go for a nice ride on one of the zoomers. Yah, little Jinx is getting a bit homesick after a measly eight months.

Now might not be the best time to speak to Jakkie Boy, but hell if Jinx knows anything about social cues.]

Hey, Jak.

[He even took the time to remember your name.]

[shadesofeco]

[Lucky him.

Jak's actually got a bright red Javelin X set up, the hood popped and various tools scattered around. He could easily have the computer tweak it for him, and Precursors know he's no Keira, but something about this is soothing. It's mind-numbing and distracting and something to keep his mind off everything else.

Standing up as Jinx calls out to him, he only just keeps from rolling his eyes. Instead he grunts in greeting, then bends back over the engine.]

[standardpackage]

[Jinx's hands go straight to his hips so he can admire that vehicle properly. He's going to keep his distance for now only because of his new knowledge of dark eco.]

Nice wheels ya' got there. [Even though that is certainly not a zoomer.] Never seen somethin' like that in Haven.

[shadesofeco]

[Wiping his hands on a rag, Jak rests it over his shoulder.]

Javelin X. It's from the Kras racing circuit, I guess.

[He's still pissed at Jinx, but then he's pissed at everyone, so it's not exactly unusual.]

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[erhabenheit]

[It isn't often Bass goes to Sergei's, but passing by he sees Jak head inside and pulls up short.

He'd forgotten. HE'S PISSED AT THAT GUY.

So he stalks into Sergei's and slams a hand down on the bar near Jak; not hard enough to break anything but hard enough to rattle glasses.]

Hey! Why didn't you get punished?

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[shadesofeco]

[Jak's tired. He's smeared with oil and grease, he's sweaty, he's pissed off. Bass is the LAST person he wants to see.

Grunting, he steps around him in his search for a bottle.]

Punished for what.

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[erhabenheit]

[DON'T IGNORE HIM. Bass bristles and storms after Jak, growling.]

For attacking me, dilweed. You forget about that already? Memories lost in that alcoholic haze you call your daily life?

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[shadesofeco]

Or maybe you're not that important to remember.

[If Jak's good at anything, it's pissing people off. And boy does he want to piss off Bass.

Snagging a bottle, he sets it on the counter and turns back to glare at the robot.]

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[does_everything]

[And Daxter, after Jak had prodded him awake, had whined and complained and kicked at his hands until he left him alone because he was hungover. And Daxter never deals with being hungover very well. At all.

Sometime while Jak was gone Daxter had managed to drag himself to the bathroom for some water, but he still looks fairly rumpled once he gets back. Miserable and angry at the world for making him that way.]

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[shadesofeco]

[It's hours before Jak comes back. He needs a shower after all that training, he's got smudges of oil on his nose and arms and smells like a garage, and he's been drinking with Torn all evening. At least he's in a better mood.]

Morning, sunshine.

[He holds up a bag with some fried food in it.]

I brought dinner.

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[does_everything]

Gimme it.

[Daxter crawls out from beneath the covers and shakes his head, adjusting his goggles before hopping onto the nightstand. That is all the cordiality you get, Jak.]

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[shadesofeco]

[He's not expecting much. Setting the bag down on the bed, Jak sits down heavily next to Daxter, bending over to yank off his boots.]

Did you even get up?