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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.]
[Video]
[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.]
[Video]
[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.