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✈ day one hundred and thirteen through one fifteen, spam & video
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[There's really only one thing Jack's been wishing for since waking up there: to go back to the Island. There are other things, too - he misses his friends, he wants a chance to get back and fix everything - but that's really at the heart of it. If he gets back, he'll have his friends and his second chance, so between that and the fact that he's still not thrilled to be here, he finds himself wishing he was back on the Island pretty much ten times a day.
So throughout the flood, he finds leis dropped on his head. Tropical drinks - non alcoholic, and usually in some tacky plastic glass with a paper umbrella - turn up on any flat surface he makes his mistake of turning his back on for a second. His closet is suddenly full of Hawaiian shirts, and he wakes up wearing one the next morning.
More personal things, too. Kate's airplane turns up in the infirmary, followed by her mugshot, and he crumples the latter quickly before smoothing it back out again and trying to tuck it in the pocket of his scrubs - his Hawaiian print scrubs, Jesus Christ - before anyone notices. The Numbers appear on the wall across from him in the dining hall, and he drops his fork when he spots them.
Oh, and a weird brand of food is now popping up in the dining hall when he visits. Try the ranch dressing!
And feel free to catch him scowling at the stuffed polar bear that's turned up on the common room couch.]
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[So later on, Jack has apparently decided you know what? Fuck it. He is giving up, because evidently he can't just run away from this, and talking himself out of thinking about the Island isn't going to work. If it did, he'd be a hell of a lot happier in general.
He's standing in the dining hall, wearing a Hawaiian shirt, sporting a real flower lei, and there's quite an array of tropical drinks sitting on the table behind him.]
Alright, if anyone wants fruit punch in a plastic coconut shell, or- [And he lifts up a pretty impressive handful of other leis, some real, some totally fake and super tacky looking.] Leis, apparently I'm gonna be haunted with them until the Admiral decides to take a hard left away from whatever the hell he crashed into.
They're non alcoholic, but they're actually not terrible.
[There's really only one thing Jack's been wishing for since waking up there: to go back to the Island. There are other things, too - he misses his friends, he wants a chance to get back and fix everything - but that's really at the heart of it. If he gets back, he'll have his friends and his second chance, so between that and the fact that he's still not thrilled to be here, he finds himself wishing he was back on the Island pretty much ten times a day.
So throughout the flood, he finds leis dropped on his head. Tropical drinks - non alcoholic, and usually in some tacky plastic glass with a paper umbrella - turn up on any flat surface he makes his mistake of turning his back on for a second. His closet is suddenly full of Hawaiian shirts, and he wakes up wearing one the next morning.
More personal things, too. Kate's airplane turns up in the infirmary, followed by her mugshot, and he crumples the latter quickly before smoothing it back out again and trying to tuck it in the pocket of his scrubs - his Hawaiian print scrubs, Jesus Christ - before anyone notices. The Numbers appear on the wall across from him in the dining hall, and he drops his fork when he spots them.
Oh, and a weird brand of food is now popping up in the dining hall when he visits. Try the ranch dressing!
And feel free to catch him scowling at the stuffed polar bear that's turned up on the common room couch.]
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[So later on, Jack has apparently decided you know what? Fuck it. He is giving up, because evidently he can't just run away from this, and talking himself out of thinking about the Island isn't going to work. If it did, he'd be a hell of a lot happier in general.
He's standing in the dining hall, wearing a Hawaiian shirt, sporting a real flower lei, and there's quite an array of tropical drinks sitting on the table behind him.]
Alright, if anyone wants fruit punch in a plastic coconut shell, or- [And he lifts up a pretty impressive handful of other leis, some real, some totally fake and super tacky looking.] Leis, apparently I'm gonna be haunted with them until the Admiral decides to take a hard left away from whatever the hell he crashed into.
They're non alcoholic, but they're actually not terrible.
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Tropical drinks, though? She knows exactly what to do about those. She finds her way to the dining hall and holds up a bottle of dark rum.]
You look like you could use some 'elp with that, lovey. I'm probably Iris, and this 'ere's Captain Morgan.
...erm, do we know each other?
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Yeah, it's Jack. The spinal surgeon who got stuck on a quasi deserted island? [And you're being passed something in a hollowed out pineapple with plenty of ice in it.]
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And this boat took us off, is that it?
[She's looking around the dining hall like she never saw it before.]
Seems a bit school-dinners for a cruise ship, doesn't she? 'Ow long 'ave we been 'ere? The room I were in looked like someone'd been there a while. I 'ope it were me, or someone's going to be dead annoyed with me!
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[Which admittedly isn't really saying much. He's only been here for a couple months.
... Almost longer than he's ever been on the Island, actually, and how shitty is that to realize?]
You seriously don't remember anything?
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[She doesn't sound worried; that's because she is, a little.]
I thought that room looked pretty lived in. And the doggies knew me. They weren't exactly big on detail, though, on account of being dogs. I did find out where I keep all the food, but not a lot else. Jack, you said you were? 'Ow well do we know each other, then, lovey?
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[But it had worked, more or less. He still doesn't trust or particularly like most of the people here, but he's slightly more willing to try and cooperate. Slightly.]
People come here on their own, usually. At least I've never heard of anyone showing up knowing someone else was coming, too.
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[She means the way the ship chose to try granting his wish, for what it's worth.]
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I'm Jack.
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