✈ day eighteen, video

[diealone]

[Jack's in the infirmary wearing a labcoat and blue scrubs, and looks... pretty much exactly the same as he usually does. Maybe a little less angry and jumpy, because he's been here long enough now to calm down a fair bit - or at least get better at not being angry at everything every waking moment of every single day.]

Alright, this is probably one of the stranger floods I've been around for. [And he sounds more okay with this than anyone who has interacted with him thus far] Is anyone actually keeping track of what changes people are experiencing?

And I strongly encourage you all to listen to Dr. Banner's reminder in cause things go sour, considering how things usually go when different personalities are involved.

[A while later, there's a second note tacked on to the wardens. Note that this isn't on the warden filter, just filtered to them. Jack still has quite a ways to go before he's on the other side of this fence.]

[Filtered to Wardens]

[Now he sounds a little pissed, but it's really more just aggravation because:] I can't find my keys to the infirmary anywhere. I know they were in my room, and it doesn't look like anyone's been in there, but it still might be a good idea for someone to ask the Admiral to change the locks and for everyone else to make sure no one's wandered off with theirs.

Comments

[semifreakingnormal]

Wow, could you be any more of a suck up?

Wardens

[strangehistorian]

You're in the past, doctor. The current date is February twenty-first, 2014.

[beingdifferent]

[In contrast to Jack, Esther looks far different than she does usually: her dress no longer hides her figure, her makeup no longer hides her age, and she no longer hides her identity (although she will never go by Leena again). Perhaps most strangely, she isn't calculating an advantage when she responds. It's just reassuring to find someone else from the same time she is.]

People are reverting to their past selves. It seems to have gone sour already, as floods tend to do.