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week zero
 Complex Population: 36 ( September 30 - October 1 ) You awake as if from a deep sleep. The first thing you might notice are colors, since you'll find yourself sitting in a pretty garish room. This looks like a restaurant or cafeteria of some kind, but for now, there's no food in sight. At least you're not alone. There are 35 other people here, and they're all stirring too, probably looking just as confused as you are. As you wake, you're also likely to feel a heaviness on your ankle, and as you look down, you'll see what looks like some kind of ankle monitor strapped there. Just as you might start to question where you are, a voice speaks up from an intercom system. It's a calm, cool female voice. "Good morning, residents. Welcome to the Complex. We hope that you enjoy your time here. We'd like to thank you for choosing to stay with us." Choose? Did you really choose to be here? Try as you might to recall that event, you certainly have no memory of that, though as you start to think, other gaps in your memory may appear... But there's no time to think of those, since the calm voice continues without pause. "My name is Judy, and I'll be providing for your basic needs during your stay. You may contact me through any terminal in the Complex, though I may not always be able to answer immediately depending on what I may be attending to. As we are busy setting up for your stay still, it may be up to twenty-four hours before I can respond to any inquiries. For now, let's review your rooming assignments..." Judy begins to drone on, calling out names as she lists off rooms and who is assigned to them, but no matter how you might protest, it seems like she doesn't hear you. Looks like you better get familiar with these people, since it sounds like you could be rooming with up to four of them. "Finally, I would like to remind all residents that there are restrictions on both occupancy and a curfew. Apartments may not house any more than five people, and mandatory curfew begins at 11PM. However, these systems are not quite operational yet, so we will allow these rules to be broken until the proper systems are back online. We expect this to take no longer than three days, so you may enjoy this freedom responsibly until Monday evening." Where you've woken up is a strange place, and many doors are locked, but there's at least some places open for exploration. There are also plenty of people seemingly stuck in the same situation as you, so they might be worth getting to know. After all, who knows how long you'll be here? Welcome to ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small} 62! This is our first post, and it acts as a general mingle to start off the game. Check out the setting, make toplevels, and tag around. For now, Judy won't be able to be contacted (she's very busy, you know), so this is a general CR building post before we dive into the game proper.The first night post will be on Sunday, so if you have a role, you should have already been contacted. This will begin the normal schedule as described here. There will be another day post on Monday, and this is where characters will have an opportunity to talk to Judy. In addition, as she mentioned, there will be a mandated curfew to go along with the rooming restrictions, but these won't be in effect until the next game post on Monday. Enjoy your freedom while it lasts! Finally, remember that if your character would like to use the commissary to note what they're taking! |
time for breakfast
he's starving though, not having eaten the day before and he stumbles into the kitchen, desperate for coffee and some other form of sustenance. he also hates being awake this early but he just couldn't stay there with those people any longer. when he spots jack, his eyes narrow and the kiddo just makes him tense up.
he takes a moment to just stare at jack, probably frozen in the doorway while he does it and the more he looks at him, the angrier he gets. he looks like... well, he looks like handsome jack. except this can't be jack? jack has the whole mask thing and is super buff and awesome and -- well, no. he's not awesome. he tried to kill him. that was a thing. but he's still...
no, whatever. this isn't jack. that would be stupid.
so after a long moment of creepy glaring at jack, rhys just sneers and -- ]
Fuck off.
[ before stomping over to the wall of dispensable food instead. he'll trust this over something some jack adjacent looking guy would make. now, if only he could figure out how to use it. ]
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Uh—
[ Jack starts to speak up to ask if he can help Rhys and just generally prompt him out of angrily staring, but Rhys beats him to that at least. Jack's brow knits together in confusion, but it shifts quickly into an expression that's decidedly less than impressed. ]
Yeah, good friggin' morning to you too.
[ That's mostly mumbled to himself, but it's definitely loud enough for Rhys to hear it. Jack wasn't really trying to hide saying it in the first place, though. He at least stands to watch Rhys struggle with the machine and also to get a better look at him, since, well. That was weird. Does he know this guy? Though after a moment of Rhys's struggles, Jack sighs and speaks up. ]
Okay, whatever, just throwing this out here, but even if you figure out how to use that? You're not gonna like what comes out. Trust me. Looks like- Okay, well, it looks like high cuisine on Pandora or something, if you catch my drift here.
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buuuuut, he doesn't really want to. mostly he's feeling sad and weird and bitter because he doesn't understand what's going on and the only slightly familiar face here is this... guy who maybe might be jack but rhys sure hopes he's not. so, he's trying to of fiona -- who left him on helios and loader bot -- who he left on helios and. crap. he's going to die here, isn't he? so, instead he turns away in search of coffee. he doesn't really need to eat anything if he's going to die anyway!!
(always the pessimist here.)
he's just starting to move away when he hears jack mention pandora and he tenses up immediately before looking at jack with wide eyes. man, rhys, imagine if you could be subtle. ]
... You from Pandora? Skags, bandits, etc? That Pandora.
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What? No. God, no. I'm from Hera. Uh, originally. Kiiiinda left as soon as I could since it pretty much also sucked.
[ It's easy to see Jack puff up with pride as he continues, since he's talking about his work here, and that's always a subject he likes. At least, in this sense, it is. After all, this is the good part, not the "it's been taken over by insane mercenaries" part. ]
Don't actually live on a planet at the moment. If you heard about Hyperion's new ventures, y'know that big satellite orbiting Pandora, Helios? Yeah. That's where I live. I'm helping build it, so kinda have to live there.
[ There's a moment where the next question out of his mouth dawns on him before he says it for once, and it prompts him to give Rhys another look over. From that alone it's probably pretty clear what Jack is going to ask, since looking at how much Rhys looks like shit, Jack thinks he has his answer. ]
Uh... Are you?
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wait, wait, wait. this isn't jack. there's no way this is jack. his eyebrows furrow and he crosses his arms over his chest, feeling pretty defensive suddenly and needing to take a step back from the guy -- put more distance between them.
when jack keeps talking, rhys' eyes widen for a moment in recognition and he swallows. okay, there's... a higher possibility here that this is jack. handsome jack. the real jack. but... this makes no sense -- he looks so much younger and he's not wearing his mask? plus helios had been built for a while by the time rhys was living on it so, what? he doesn't get it.
of course, jack's follow up question is enough to make rhys look at him with disgust and cringe. ]
What, that backwards good for nothing piss hole of a planet? God, no. I'm from Eden-5.
[ he even jabs a finger now at jack, mechanical and unfortunately blood stained. ]
The only thing that shithole is good for is Eridium. Otherwise, it's a blight on the god damn universe.
[ strong words for a guy who can barely control his robolimb at the moment. ]
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Jack is absolutely sure that this guy recognizes him now, but he's not sure how to process that. After all, if he recognizes him, that's probably not a big deal. Granted, he's kind of making more of a name for himself with the whole Pandora thing and now the Elpis thing, but it's not quite anything just yet where people recognize him in person. He's just "John" in the first case and "Jack" in the second. A name without a memorable face to go with it. Not yet, so far as he's concerned, but that's neither here nor there.
Though he thinks he's starting to get it as Rhys gets upset about being called a Pandoran. Which, yeah, fair. He'd get upset too, and he sort of had. He holds up a hand in a way that it seems like a half-apology or the beginnings of one, but he ends up just looking surprised as Rhys mentions Eridium. ]
Well, you're not wrong there. The planet basically farts it out, so, I mean, kinda hard to miss.
[ But still, that wasn't exactly very well known knowledge. They're starting to lay the groundwork for mining the planet for Eridium, but it's still largely on paper at this point. And considering that paper tends to be Jack's venture, he's pretty interested. ]
Look, sorry about the, uh, implying you were from Pandora thing. Just, y'know, you're kind of sporting the "look" right now, if I'm honest. Hey, but if you know it's good for Eridium, you're in good company there, pal. Kind of a new market.
[ He smiles, then walks closer to offer his hand for a handshake. ]
Jack, by the way.
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the thought being, of course, that jack's way prettier without the mask. his smile makes rhys feel for a moment the same sort of affection he felt when jack called him his special boy and smiled at him like it was them against the world, if just for a moment. he kind of wonders what happened there and the ache of buried down emotion hurts too much instead, so he just glares in response.
he spits out, a bit more vicious than he should -- ]
Why? Because of a bruise? Pandora's not the only thing that bruises, Jack.
[ which sounds weirdly ominous and he realizes that a second later before making a frustrated sound and pinching his nose.
(later, he's going to question why he had to say it like that because honestly, he was just talking about punching himself in the face. now it sounds all poetic and cryptic and he hates himself.) ]
I'm Rhys. Don't -- don't talk to me again.
[ and that is, naturally, when rhys turns and fucking bolts out of that kitchen before jack can stop him. who needs food!! not rhys. he doesn't need food nor does he need this fucking specter of jack's past haunting him right now. what the fuck even and where the hell is fiona? ]
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Look, buddy, I don't know wh— [ Jack starts to interrupt to confront this more directly. Clearly, this guy has some kind of problem with him. Rhys has some problem with him, and once he has his name, Jack is pretty damn sure he doesn't know of anyone with that name he's pissed off. It's unusual enough that he's pretty sure he would have remembered it.
He's still all smiles for a moment, but when Rhys continues, it's gone almost immediately in surprise. Jack's expression twists up in disbelief, and he just watches as Rhys goes. He shakes his head and scoffs, but turns to return to the cabinets. Though even though it's definitely well out of Rhys's earshot now, Jack still has to comment to himself on this. ]
Pfft. Super thrilled to be stuck with more dickhole weirdos. Because I don't have enough of those in my life. Whatever.
[ But, more importantly. Back to breakfast. ]