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Jason Lee Scott ([personal profile] kingtyrantranger) wrote in [community profile] legionmissions2016-11-11 12:53 am

Camping: Part II!

Jason didn't exactly sell the new world well. Stepping through the Threshold Gate, the Legionnaires find themselves on a landing platform overseeing their new vacation hotspot. The first thing they'll notice is that everything feels slightly heavier. Nothing dramatic, but if they were carrying a hundred pounds of stuff, now they've got twenty more pounds weighing them down. The planet, Futuro's Folly, is as advertised, hollowed out with the entire ecosystem on the inside. Outside, if they'd bothered to look, there was only a barren, crater-pocked surface of a dwarf planet about half the size of Pluto. Inside, however...

While they're standing in the midst of what was surely once a base of some kind, the criminal resort according to Jason, it doesn't stretch out very far. Just about three quarters of a mile out, the 'settled' area ends, taken over by a vibrant jungle of dense violet and orange foliage, with gigantic red and blue mushrooms filling just as much area as the trees. More, in some cases, as some of them seem to be miles high off in the distance, just when the earth seems to start curving in on itself. An orange sphere that seems to be the size of a silver dollar hangs in space above their heads, with something rotating in the core of it. If anyone were to watch it, the orb flickers rapidly as rings blur around the sphere itself. After about 8 in the evening, the fields that the rings generated would turn slightly opaque, bringing darkness to the entire planet at once.

The former crime resort itself isn't exactly in the best of shape. By 31st century standards, the technology is centuries out of date and finding people who are capable of repairing it without ruining the 'historical significance' is increasingly difficult. There are six main buildings other than the small spaceport they're standing in:

  • The main building. The top three floors were once dedicated to administration, communications, and security. The bottom two floors are dedicated recreational areas, with infonet hookups (reception's not a problem when you can turn your entire planet into a signal amplifier), a variety of holographic games, and a bar/lounge area with some futuristic gambling machines tucked into a corner. Jason has turned on the parental controls, however.


  • Behind the main building is the storage center. There's a vast array of vehicles, furniture, and machinery that can be asked for, and it's all stored underground. Simply type in a command and the robots underground will shove the requested item into the gravity tubes, shooting them up to the customer's level.


  • The food court has the option to make your own food as well as an outdated and slightly buggy robo-chef that can make a variety of meals. Meat is on the menu, but if anyone asks for meals that require it, they'll have a long wait. The larder hasn't been stocked in centuries. However, it does have coffee. STRONG coffee. And just about any vegan meal you could ask for. It's open air, but can be covered with a dome at the push of a button. The dome has controllable transparency and can be programmed to display any number of things as a ceiling.


  • Standing roughly three hundred yards apart are two convertible athletic fields, each about a half-mile in distance. In the old days, they'd hold races or gladiatorial bouts in them. They'll form just about any field needed, however, from obstacle courses and splatterball to golf to the now-illegal slaughterball rings or laser tag arenas. However, most of the gear needed to play is in the storage center.


  • Finally, there's a single public bath house. Rather than the sonic showers of Legion World, these use real water. The bath house holds rooms for spas, saunas, massages, public bathing, and showers. Jason has assured everyone, however, that there are private bathing arrangements. He neglects to mention the cameras that subtly fill the rooms, though they are now sporting brand new Legion of Super-Hero stickers over the lenses to keep everyone's privacy intact.


  • About a quarter a mile off in the distance, there's about fifty luxhabs. Small cabins built for two people at most, with private bath rooms, small kitchenettes with freshly stocked food, personal computers, and a communications system to contact other luxhabs or make orders from the main house and kitchen. Food can be delivered by small drones if it's called for. The beds are made of a oxygenated memory gel, capable of taking nearly any consistency and shape requested, from a pudding to rows of gel-blades. Climate controls, down to programming the inhabitant's favored atmosphere or filling the luxhab with water, are in full effect. The outsides are programmable ferroliquids, so the guest can customize their vacation home's exterior, even going as far as to add porches.


When the Legionnaires approach the border, heading to the wilderness, there's a small, almost decorative-looking wall. Even those with normal hearing will pick up on a ringing tone as they get closer to it, like a bad case of tinnitus. Walking through the gates is almost like walking through an actual barrier, but once they've done that, the noise fades the further they get from it. The sonic barrier covers the resort in a dome, meaning that they'd run into the same thing if they flew straight up.

Immediately outside the wall, the jungle starts abruptly. And, compared to the relative silence of the resort, the noise of life is practically deafening. Bugs clicking, birds calling, animals screaming at one another, it all slowly fades in the deeper they get. There are trails through the jungle, but they're slowly becoming overgrown as the resort's popularity slowly fades.

As they go deeper, it's not hard to find the first actual animals. Totally unused to humanoid life, they show more curiosity than fear. Small, chicken-sized dinosaurs roam in packs, sloth-like creatures hang from the ceilings, and there are trees that have been knocked over, and recently, in some huge brawl between titans. Every now and then, a small batch of overgrown buildings can be found, mechanical parts pushed out of them by growing vines, or torn out by wild animals. Slow, crackling noises that sound like drawn out thunder echo in the distance as something snaps trees, some of them several dozen feet in diameter, like twigs in the pursuit of prey.

The only thing that Jason's marked on the maps, beyond the default markers that the resort gives out, is a lake about five miles outside of the resort. Set in a clearing, it's over a mile long and several hundred feet deep, with a cave system connected to it underneath. The data regarding the caves is corrupt, the maps refuse to include them. A river feeds into the lake by a waterfall, and a number of small creeks seem to spring up near it. It's not uninhabited, there are several fish in there. And, possibly, something living in the caverns underneath. It's rare, but someone might see animals drinking from time to time, from the small dinosaur packs to titanic mammoths... with weapon mounts that alarmingly track anything that move too close, too fast.

There's a lot to work with, and Jason's rented the place for several days. Hopefully, everyone will find what they need to relax and recover from their recent traumatic events. Or just socialize and meet new people.

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[personal profile] mylawn 2016-11-29 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
No, that's not exactly what he wants to know, and he's quick to butt in and make that clear. Reaper working with Talon as a means to his own ends is fairly obvious, but the fact is that the organization has been an enemy of Overwatch for a very long time. 76 needs to know when the overlap started.

"How long? How much of Talon is Blackwatch?"

How long was this going on right under his nose?

"Before Ana, or after?"

Because if Gabriel had something to do with Gérard, with Amélie, with Ana's attemptd assassination, well. There's going to be hell to pay.
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[personal profile] unrecovered 2016-11-29 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Wash loves obstacle courses. They're a good way to teach skills, and they tend to be relatively simple with a clear-cut strategy for each section. Very few things in his life are straightforward, and he can damn well appreciate one when it is. Obstacle courses, for what they're worth, are almost always straightforward.

He'd heard there was one here and gone to check it out; evidently he's not the only one with that idea. He glances at the course and looks back at Jason. "Sure," he says. "No powers, no flight. Sound good?" Because either of those would defeat the entire point of the exercise.
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[personal profile] unrecovered 2016-11-29 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Wash comes from a military project that emphasized personal excellence above all else and pushed its agents accordingly, oftentimes to their detriment, and even years later conditioning like that is hard to shake. He has a morning routine of his own, and can be found running training exercises or sprints when he's bored, or trying very hard not to think about something, or attempting to wear himself out well enough to sleep.

Long story short, he can definitely read between those lines. "Let me guess: aside from missions, you spend pretty much all day here working out, don't you."
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[personal profile] fantasmaniac 2016-11-30 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
Reaper pauses. He pauses for such a long time it almost feels like he's just shut down, refusing to answer. Which would honestly just put him in hotter water.

"Joined when I was able," he replies, voice strangely low and conversational.

"Not enough, if you ask me."

It's not like Talon went around recruiting old Blackwatch recruits specifically, but as long as they were available, why not? A part of Reaper is almost smug about how much had gone by without Jack realizing.

He doesn't expand on anything else. Not because he doesn't have an answer per se, but he's already feeling the accusatory tone needling at him. That only stokes the flames further, dredging up those old emotions and reprimanding himself for not taking him out while they were in the Industrial zone. There'd be hell to pay from the Legion, but maybe it would've been worth it.

"No sense in bringing up what's past, Jack. Unfortunately, we're all still alive."

Of course, he knows there's totally sense in bringing up what's past for most. He knows it's important to Jack, which is precisely why he wants to dismiss it as something completely irrelevant.
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[personal profile] whyarewehere 2016-11-30 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
Grif holds up his hands in a defensive whoah there gesture.

"Nah, nah, I'm good. We don't have to do mind control experiments on me, if the nerds say you have it then you have it."

...Not that he wouldn't watch if York did it to somebody else, but he's definitely not volunteering for that.

"It really is a shame about Space Vegas," he laments, just casually dropping the capitalization into his tone. It definitely has a real, actual name, but it's Space Vegas to Grif. "We would wreck it."
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[personal profile] prettycoolguy 2016-11-30 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
"I trust the Legion. Maybe not the entire support staff, but the leadership of the team knows what they're doing." They're weird to him, yes, but they're competent and genuine. They've fought beside him and, though the Legion has mission-complicating views on what's acceptable, their ideals mostly align with the Chief's. He can work with them.

His feelings about the UP... well. He's never been in tight with actual government. It's distant, in many ways unknowable, but predictable in its consequences. The politicians take care of their own affairs first and foremost. Whether that's their world's interests or their own at the top is down to individuals, but it all tends to hash out to the same thing by the time it reaches the Chief.

"I trust the UP to maintain peace because it's easier than the alternative. They'll punish injustice if it's loud and obvious enough. But it's a peacetime civillian government. No personal experience, but a peacetime government's just a wartime government without alien genocide to force hands."
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[personal profile] isthisapidge 2016-11-30 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
He's definitely not wrong. "It felt like we'd only just started to learn how to work as a team and then...I'm here, having to start all over from the beginning, again."

She surreptitiously attempts to dab at her cheeks with a sleeve. "Sometimes I wonder if they're even still out there to find. But I can't give up until I know for sure."
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[personal profile] bachido 2016-11-30 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
"You shouldn't give up," Kubo said, nodding his agreement. "I thought my father was dead most of my life, but not only was he alive, we found each other even though he was so far away."

Briefly, anyway, and that story ended with so much less happiness than he wanted Pidge's to, but he didn't need to add those things.

"Can you tell me more about Voltron?" he grinned, self-effacing. "I don't exactly know what a robot is."
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[personal profile] mylawn 2016-11-30 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Chief is already giving the Legion more credit than 76 ever would. It doesn't help that he's intimately familiar with these kinds of organizations, and what happens to them even with the best intentions. The Legion in combination with something like the UP sets off alarm bells in his head, and the botched excursion that landed them all in Murderworld doesn't exactly give him much faith in any of this.

He arches an eyebrow, visible at the top of his visor, as much of an indication of his expression as Chief will get. 76, as a former peacetime commander, knows that better than anyone. He can't buy into this so easily.

"War is lucrative. You can't mix politics and a peacekeeping force without conflict of interest somewhere along the line."
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[personal profile] mylawn 2016-11-30 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
When were you able is the follow-up question, but 76 is suddenly too angry to ask it. The sheer casualness with which he provides his answers is infuriating, like none of this matters at all to him. Like they're standing here discussing the weather.

"Everything we built, Reyes."

It doesn't matter that Ana isn't really dead--what matters is that Talon took her out in the first place. He understands now that her attempted assassination so close to the implosion of Swiss HQ was a setup. Their enemies needed her out of the way before they could try for him.

He's seething. He knows, on some level, that it's pointless to pull this card because there's nothing left of Gabriel Reyes to appeal to. It's not going to stop him from trying, a reflex, like a doctor hitting his knee in a routine exam.

"None of it meant anything to you."
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[personal profile] fantasmaniac 2016-12-01 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
If he were to be more forthright with his replies, he would've said 'when I was done being dead' or something along those lines. That would place his alliance with Talon after Ana's attempted assassination (Though were they really aiming for Ana? Or was she simply in the wrong place at the wrong time?) But that would just put Jack at ease. Can't have that, now can we?

He hates that this conversation is happening, and he let it happen. Hell, he wanted to see how it would pan out, even if he'd replayed what possible outcomes it would've had in the past. Back when the wounds were fresher— angrier. He knew it wouldn't be good, but after a long while, revisiting the idea suddenly seemed like a novel thing. Guess he wasn't too far off the mark, since there's very little killing going on right now.

"Maybe..."

It feels like eons ago, when he used to have that sliver of idealism, lining the harshness of reality in specks of silver. Maybe what they were building was a good thing, the intentions were there, but it turns out Overwatch was just another cog in the machine. Used until it wore out, and forcibly removed from the picture. Of course, he'd admit that he had a helping hand in that, even if destroying Overwatch wasn't his intention.

To him, it was a tool. Being Blackwatch was probably one of the best things to happen to him, employing his own tactics of how he thought the world should be protected. Being given the power to do that, even without the title of Strike Commander, was more or less a blessing. At first, he'd thought being passed over for Strike Commander was a huge missed opportunity, but as time passed? It didn't seem too practical.

"...Maybe not. Did you think we fought because I just didn't give a shit?"

His tone suddenly grows snide at the end.
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Bar/Lounge

[personal profile] justicecrusader 2016-12-01 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
This may not have been the kind of bar Reinhardt was used to, what with its post-modern look, and variety of drinks he's never even heard of. But at the same time, it didn't mean he wasn't enjoying himself, given the way he held up his stein, and took a swig of it while recounting stories to some of the strangers sitting beside him. He was more used to the tavern-styled bars that were common in Germany back in his world, which even to those standards, were pretty dated. But to Reinhardt, that was just what a bar felt like. A crappy building, packed to the brim with lively patrons. Everyone smashed off their ass, sharing nonsensical stories, and waking up in the morning in absolutely no recollection of how they ended up there.

It just wasn't a bar otherwise.

The future was a little different, but it didn't mean Reinhardt couldn't bring some of that here. If nothing else, he could drink everyone under the table, and he had more than enough stories to pass the time if anyone wanted to sit with him. Of course, some times, he was perfectly content to drink alone, and simply wait until the next patron took a seat next to him. Whatever the case, whoever sits beside him will find that he has no shortage of things to talk about.
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[personal profile] mylawn 2016-12-01 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
None of this is an acceptable answer, and with each subsequent word out of Reaper’s mouth, it becomes more and more difficult not to incite violence. 76 tries to tell himself that he’s better than this—but is he, really? Aren’t they just two sides of the same coin? He knows, on some level, that all of this runs deeper than him and Gabriel, that Overwatch was built to fail. That the UN and their enemies had capitalized on the real rift between them

But Reaper is here, and available, and he’s the easiest person to blame, given what happened. Jack is so burned up with rage inside that he has nothing to do with it but force it out.

“Cut the bullshit.”

He’s sick of dancing around the issue, of flippant answers when so much was at stake and continues to be at stake.

“I want to know why.”

If it was really about the promotion, why serve under him for two full decades? Why subject himself to any of that at all?
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[personal profile] jonesiseverywhere 2016-12-01 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, there is more than one cabin that might be interesting, but on the other hand...do any of them have a ghost guy in a skeleton mask picking out exteriors like he's some kind of grandpa deciding on doilies to go with his vase of dried flowers.

He does wander around the cabin a bit, just to see what he can find, but the sheer absurdity of a guy like Reaper caring so much about how his vacation home looks makes Casey snort in barely-suppressed laughter and he doesn't care if Reaper notices.
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[personal profile] mylawn 2016-12-02 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
The sad thing is that Jack needed to psych himself up for this. He can guess that Reinhardt would make his way to the bar eventually, and a quick peek inside confirms that fact. He withdraws for a short time, but it's only to finally rid himself of his tactical gear, steeling himself for a conversation that he knows is a long time coming.

He owes Reinhardt this much, no matter how difficult it is.

When he slides into the seat opposite Reinhardt, it's without the mask and gun and jacket. He looks uneasy and jumpy, like he doesn't want to be here and is half expecting to be caught off-guard, but it's clear this is his effort to present like an actual person. It's for Reinhardt's benefit, of course, which he hopes comes across when he settles himself at the table.

"What are you drinking?"

He'll have what you're having, bro.
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[personal profile] fantasmaniac 2016-12-02 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
The more riled up 76 gets, the more tempting it is to keep poking and prodding at him, really get under his skin. Downside to it is that whenever Jack gets mad, he can feel his own anger rising up to the surface. It's a giddy sort of feeling, one that he swears he never feels anywhere else. It's almost like when he'd died, all his emotions were preserved for these moments only. How annoying.

He starts to laugh. Slow like thunder clouds rolling in, building up to a crackling sound, almost a full-blown villain laugh. Stopping himself in time, he gestures vaguely towards 76.

"Did you really think it would be that easy? On the contrary, Jack, I'm not stupid. If and when this detour mission of supposedly saving the goddamn universe pans out, where do you think that'll put us?"

Right back where they left off, doing some major damage control for the time lost since their service with the Legion. Reaper's body language starts to unfurl, looking to become more aggressive as he takes a step towards him.

"You'll know why, soon enough. You'll know everything if you can survive it."
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[personal profile] fantasmaniac 2016-12-02 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
Fortunately for Casey, Reaper has no interest in forcibly removing a child from the premise and just lets him wander around. He taps a claw down on an option with finality, changing the blinds to blackout curtains. Oh, that works.

The snort does interrupt his thoughts, though, as vague as they may be. He really doesn't care about the look of his temporary base, but he is getting acquainted with the tech. That's always good. He supposes since the kid's here, and on Legion world for a reason, he could get a better picture of his abilities. Seems everyone needs them to be here anyway.

"So, kid. Why The Reaper?"

Not very good at idle conversation, but at least he's straight to the point.
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[personal profile] thewildflower 2016-12-02 01:05 pm (UTC)(link)
If 76 is expecting her to fall in line and follow right after him, he's going to be sorely mistaken. Rebecca knows all about the buddy system, there's just a small hiccup with that. She stands there, making no motion like she's about to follow, and only rubs her thumb against her bow where she holds it.

"It is safer, of course, but...who are you, exactly? I know you're a Legionnaire, of course, but..."

But Soldier 76 is old and grumpy looking. He's not even cute and grumpy looking like Raven had been. Really, he's the oldest person she's seen in a while.

"I mean, we just haven't met before. It's hard to call it the buddy system when we've never spoken before, isn't it?"
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[personal profile] thewildflower 2016-12-02 01:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Of course! It's been a while since I've told, it let's see..."

She takes a moment to straighten up, present herself better, before clearing her throat and starting.

"It was just an ordinary day for me, of course. In the small village where I'm from, I'm the Magistrate's daughter. It's nothing fancy, it only means that there's a lot I can do to help my family. Anyways, I'd been doing some hunting that day, only to come back and see bandits in my town. There must have been a few score of them...maybe even a hundred!"

She might be embellishing a little.
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[personal profile] justicecrusader 2016-12-02 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
If nothing else, Reinhardt tried to make it clear to his friends that he was available to talk to if they ever felt like they needed it. He wouldn't demand explanations, or answers, or anything of the sort. He would wait until they felt they were ready to share, and only then, would he actually ask questions.

Admittedly, it'd been harder with Jack, because the man was so different now. But he was still a good friend, and he trusted Jack to eventually approach him.

Which was why he couldn't help but grin as he saw Jack take a seat next to him. Not one of his normal grins, which usually came after he make a dumb joke or trolled someone. No, an actual fond one, that would only come from someone happy to see a close friend. At the question though, the grin turned into a chuckle. The larger man looking at his cup, before admitting:

"That is a good question, my friend!"

He might've just told the bartender to surprise him.
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[personal profile] mylawn 2016-12-02 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack all but withers under Reinhardt’s affectionate greeting, like even being around his brother-in-arms makes him guilty—in fact, that’s probably the case. He looks out of place, nervous, contrite, a far cry from both his demeanor as strike commander and the hostile front he wears as Soldier: 76. When he speaks, he’s quiet.

Because really, how is he supposed to go about this? Reinhardt gave his eulogy.

“Order two.”

He doesn’t much care what the drink ends up being—Jack can’t get drunk anyway, not without really trying. He decides to get right down to the point.

“I owe you an apology.”
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[personal profile] mylawn 2016-12-02 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course he hadn't thought it would be that easy. None of this ever is, and 76 isn't sure what he was hoping for, exactly. Now he's angry and they're both getting riled up, and he's going to have to keep going without the answers he wants.

Unless he can beat them out of Reyes, and that laugh almost makes him want to.

He tries to breathe, calm down, remind himself that throwing the first punch is just what Reaper wants. 76 has ammunition of his own--he just has to think for a second and use it.

When he speaks, it's calmly, coolly, trying to mirror Reaper's own nonchalance.

"Well, you haven't been able to kill me yet." And not for lack of trying. "I'd say I'm doing pretty well."
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[personal profile] mylawn 2016-12-02 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"We're speaking now."

So there! This is about as good at introductions as he gets--the folded arms probably don't help. But, hey, if she wants to meet him, here he is, giant gun and all.

"It's 76."

And he's just trying to keep people out of trouble, apparently.
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[personal profile] thewildflower 2016-12-02 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah...that's not what I meant! Was that meant to be a joke?"

She's not sure what's more alarming, the fact that he might be teasing her or the fact that he's also handing her a very high number.

She shakes her head.

"Your age, then? I...you're very...spry, sir, though most people start with their name. I'm Rebecca. I'm sixteen."
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[personal profile] justicecrusader 2016-12-03 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
That... threw Reinhardt for a loop. He hadn't been expecting Jack to just get right to the point, much less the point being an apology. It was surprising enough that Reinhardt was silent for a moment, just staring at the other man like he grew a second head. Before finally, he let out a hefty sigh, and took another swig from his drink.

"... I'm listening." He started, his voice a bit more somber. He wasn't sure how exactly to respond at the moment, so he wanted to give Jack the chance to speak.

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