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silph_co2016-08-03 08:34 pm
quickattackjack) wrote in silph_co2016-08-03 08:34 pm
[Closed] CASTAWAY-- JOHTO EDITION
Who: Jack and Jack
Where: The hallways of the Goldenrod Base
When: BACKDATED to July 29 "Haze"
Summary: Jack and Jack can't find the cafeteria.
Rating: Swears. Mentions of resorting to cannibalism probably.
Log:
"Hmm...hm. Hm."
Since returning to Johto and discovering his new job, Jack had mostly been using his Rocket Base Dorm as extra storage because he needed all the spare space he could get back at the house. Dressers weren't for clothes, they were for HALLOWEEN DECORATIONS.
After dropping off this last load of boxes, he stepped out into the hall. No harm in grabbing a bite to eat before heading back home. It was free after all.
But as he stood there by the water cooler, he couldn't help but notice that his feet weren't moving. Suddenly, with terrifying clarity, he realized he didn't know which way to go. If this had been his first or even fifth day in the base, he would have felt silly and go on a merry little adventure to find lamp-warmed burritos. But today? He had been at this job for months. And he should damn well know were the cafeteria is.
Don't panic, Jack, he told himself. You're just tired. You didn't forget. You've had a long month. Just wait until you see someone else and follow them.
Where: The hallways of the Goldenrod Base
When: BACKDATED to July 29 "Haze"
Summary: Jack and Jack can't find the cafeteria.
Rating: Swears. Mentions of resorting to cannibalism probably.
Log:
"Hmm...hm. Hm."
Since returning to Johto and discovering his new job, Jack had mostly been using his Rocket Base Dorm as extra storage because he needed all the spare space he could get back at the house. Dressers weren't for clothes, they were for HALLOWEEN DECORATIONS.
After dropping off this last load of boxes, he stepped out into the hall. No harm in grabbing a bite to eat before heading back home. It was free after all.
But as he stood there by the water cooler, he couldn't help but notice that his feet weren't moving. Suddenly, with terrifying clarity, he realized he didn't know which way to go. If this had been his first or even fifth day in the base, he would have felt silly and go on a merry little adventure to find lamp-warmed burritos. But today? He had been at this job for months. And he should damn well know were the cafeteria is.
Don't panic, Jack, he told himself. You're just tired. You didn't forget. You've had a long month. Just wait until you see someone else and follow them.
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He just wanted a crappy sandwich he didn't have to pay for!
"Oh yeah?" That was actually a little surprising. "Science chicks are great. She do any science on you?" Because that would explain a lot. Scientists were weird. And had weird taste. And Sickly Jack looked like he could have wandered out of a containment cell.
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"She did help me find my arm once when I'd misplaced it."
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What was this dude, a Lab Rat? Or his planet's equivalent, Handsome Jack guesses. That explained a hell of a lot. Pretty much everything, as far as he was concerned. He was some quasi-human abomination with a working brain! Still likely to fall over dead any day now, but a number of questions appear to have just been answered.
There's only one big one remaining.
"Uh...maybe it's just me, my head's all over the place today, but...uh...shouldn't we have hit the caf by now?"
He really hadn't thought it was that far away.
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Jack was just dying to know!
But then the topic of their destination came up. His pumpkin smile twinged at the corners, hinting at the grimace hiding just underneath.
"Hmmm, yes, we should have. Curse this place, I know they want to keep out intruders, but they shouldn't make it so confusing for the people who actually work here. That's just bad business."
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Jack doesn't get a chance to elaborate - not that he thinks he needs to. Cancerbag Jack has to know he's weird.
...and apparently doesn't know how to get to the cafeteria either.
"Dickballs. What the hell? We're supposed to be an elite organization, best of the best, we can't even find the damn dining room!" He sighs. Great. "Alright, it's around here somewhere. We'll just...uh...we'll try down here."
He picks a corridor at random.
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"You know...I have a few false hallways in my own house. Suppose some of the members attended last Halloween and got the idea..."