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basically another mingle
[ On this beautiful Day 68, it's been another one of those days where there is literally nothing going on. Sure, there's that Calhoun Hour tomorrow and there's always something every three days but when they're given downtime like this? It's absolutely boring, like watching paint dry boring. Truly nothing to do, and it's worse when you can't fall asleep (because it is just so exciting to have the next event, oh boy...). It's not as bad as the night of the AB Round, but PTSD is an ass so Jake stays up once again and is absolutely dying of boredom. ]
[ Because the night is so ridiculously long, e'd be just literally anywhere and everywhere, so feel more than free to find him in any of the following locations: ]
[ A) In the Gym: he's not much for using the bikes, and not really in the mood for the weights. If only the mat didn't smell like complete garbage that he would be more keen to using it, but beggars can't be choosers, so if you're that bored and hate yourself, you can wrestle with Jake here, or learn some self-defense nonsense. If not, he's just going to find himself examining the punching bag (yet not use it), or taking inventory of all the medical supplies (or whatever he can use in lieu of them, like extra bedsheets as bandages). Another good time to learn basic first aid? ]
[ B) In the Garden: there's no fire this time. However, there is other nonsense here like making paper boats (yeah, he's that fucking bored), writing nonsense in whatever language he feels like (probably in Ukrainian but English, really basic Chinese fuck if I know, or the language they have here are all possible too; maybe all together for the ultimate nonsensical writing?), or lifting up one of the benches to place it side by side the other bench to make a nice makeshift bed. ]
[ C) In the Lounge: he's not even doing anything but sitting on the couch. It's one of those moments when you're tired but you can't sleep, so you just stare off into space, just thinking about whatever. That's just his state right now, so sneak up on him? Which isn't the best idea, but he's not as jumpy as before, so ehh, it's all right. Just come and stare at the turned off TV or gossip or make of how he slips up his accents here. He should be tired enough for that. ]
[ Be free, test subjects, tag whatever. This idiot isn't going to be sleeping for a while. ]
[ Because the night is so ridiculously long, e'd be just literally anywhere and everywhere, so feel more than free to find him in any of the following locations: ]
[ A) In the Gym: he's not much for using the bikes, and not really in the mood for the weights. If only the mat didn't smell like complete garbage that he would be more keen to using it, but beggars can't be choosers, so if you're that bored and hate yourself, you can wrestle with Jake here, or learn some self-defense nonsense. If not, he's just going to find himself examining the punching bag (yet not use it), or taking inventory of all the medical supplies (or whatever he can use in lieu of them, like extra bedsheets as bandages). Another good time to learn basic first aid? ]
[ B) In the Garden: there's no fire this time. However, there is other nonsense here like making paper boats (yeah, he's that fucking bored), writing nonsense in whatever language he feels like (probably in Ukrainian but English, really basic Chinese fuck if I know, or the language they have here are all possible too; maybe all together for the ultimate nonsensical writing?), or lifting up one of the benches to place it side by side the other bench to make a nice makeshift bed. ]
[ C) In the Lounge: he's not even doing anything but sitting on the couch. It's one of those moments when you're tired but you can't sleep, so you just stare off into space, just thinking about whatever. That's just his state right now, so sneak up on him? Which isn't the best idea, but he's not as jumpy as before, so ehh, it's all right. Just come and stare at the turned off TV or gossip or make of how he slips up his accents here. He should be tired enough for that. ]
[ Be free, test subjects, tag whatever. This idiot isn't going to be sleeping for a while. ]
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What are you looking at me for? You think I have any idea what you just said?
[in point of fact, she has many ideas, some of which even have some degree of accuracy. what she's short on is reasons for the--contempt in the last few sentences. and she'd rather be a flippant jerk than force him onto an obviously unwelcome topic.
still, her expression softens. perhaps it's the hour but she doesn't want to come off as dismissive, either]
...I know you hate letting people into your business. I appreciate it.
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What can I say? Guess I'm just getting soft.
[ He wouldn't have shared anything like this back during the beginning of the game, but after 2+ months stuck with Ema, he's more open about things (though not as much lbr). ]
Maybe you can show me that textbook you got in return. See why you're so obsessed with science.
[ Trying to move away from this gloomy atmosphere as he tucks away his note. Less angry and sad parent issues, onward to crazy science. ]
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[Anyway, she pulls the book from her bag, offering it to him. It looks like an old and well-used college textbook, Introduction to Forensics; 'Lana Skye' is written in neat script inside the front cover. The same handwriting flows through margins throughout the book, extra information ostensibly from whatever lectures were presented, and in places that is supplemented with notes in a messier scrawl. Basically it is literally what it says on the cover, just awaiting others to read it and unlock its scientific secrets]
Apparently I studied in Europe for a while. I don't remember anything about classes or being abroad, though. ...Luckily this starts at the beginning. DNA, fingerprints, autopsies, toxicology...nothing's in depth, but it's all here.
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[ Jake takes the textbook, noting that it has seen better days, so he takes extra care while flipping through. He sees the name on the front cover, but he doesn't say anything about it. He doesn't know who it is, but since he knows that Ema has this sister-facing-execution thing, he doesn't want to bring it up on the off-chance that Lana is that sister. So, he just skims quickly through, not really reading it besides a sentence here and here. ]
Nothing like a good refresher. So, you think you were some forensic scientist?
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[she shrugs, unsure if she had expected (or wanted) to be pressed more on the book's true owner or not]
I know I wanted to be one. I haven't remembered much about being an adult. I haven't remembered that much, period. ...Guess if there's a puzzle room about crime scene investigation I can have an edge.
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[ hey, if she wants him to ask about the textbook owner, he will, but he just figured that it was in a no-jake territory. ]
Tell me about it. It's like they're trying to keep any recent memories from us. [ the most recent one was when he was 15 and the whole beginning merc nonsense ] And maybe, assuming they'd give us something fun like a crime scene. Playing cops and robbers might not be up their alley.
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And "want" is a strong word, maybe more of a "not violently opposed to," emotions are hard]
I guess they just don't believe in giving out spoilers, even though that makes it even more frustrating not to know how anything turns out. Which is probably the point...
[she shakes her head]
Half the rooms we've gone through seemed like perfect crime scenes, just sloppily cleaned up. I'd think they'd enjoy flaunting how the cops haven't been helpful at all.
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Yeah, because cops are normally so helpful. I wouldn't rely on anyone on the outside getting us out. Who knows how long we'd have to wait for that to happen.
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[she pulls her knees to her chin with a heavy sigh. she doesn't even have the energy to try and defend the police, or try a Hershel-like 'I'm sure they're still looking,' because she isn't sure they are.]
How're plans for your great escape coming along, then?
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Just great. If all goes according to plan, then I'll be out of this hell hole by next week. [ Thick with sarcasm. He's got nothing right now except to wait until there's an opening. Who knows when that'd be but he'll be patient until then. Plus, even if he thought of something, he wouldn't be talking about it out loud like this. ] How about you? Got something up your sleeve you're not telling me?
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[ the accent he still has now and really, what else were they going to do at this time of the night (he's guessing what time it is, it could be actually noon right now, with how fucked up their sense of time in here). ]
You know, I should say that I'm surprised, but I'm not. Good old fashion cartoons tend to have ingenuous plans like that, and those seem right up your alley.
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If we could just get our hands on some explosives...
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They sure must have had a death wish or something.
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[ he's totally trustworthy with explosives and guns.......... ]
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[self-inflicted doesn't count, right?]
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[ maybe... calhoun was really pushing him there to his limits so maybe he still would have punched it or destroyed it with a chair hmmm. ]
You're the one going around willingly stabbing people.
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Are you volunteering for practice?
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No thanks. Maybe you can practice on yourself, or put out a wanted ad. Someone's going to eventually bite.
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Self-harm and sadism, that the kind of light conversation topics you chat about in the Ukraine?
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