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✈ day one hundred and seventy one, video
[Jack looks a little stressed. Understandably. He's got a mean five o'clock shadow going on, and from the angle he's got the journal at, you can see Scott standing by the door to the infirmary, looking similarly tense and worried, but okay. They're both fine.
They're just also alone, in the infirmary, with limited weapons, resources, and access to things like morphine and anything more useful than bandages and basic antiseptic.
(Jack's made do with less, but that doesn't stop the resentment from coiling in his gut again, setting him further on edge.)]
Scott and I are in the infirmary. It's safe, but the hall outside seems pretty bad.
[Or at least, Scott had said it smelled weird, and Jack is not really in a position to be doubting his teenage werewolf warden right now.]
If anyone needs medical attention, we're here, and we can help. If you're stuck and need help, call us, and I can try to talk you through how to get up here without hurting yourself or your friends worse. If you're in your room, get first aid kits, scissors, water, food, alcohol if you don't have anything else to sterilize a wound, anything that can be made into bandages. People are going to get hurt, and I will try to save you, but I can't do that if we're not being smart.
[And then his expression twists into something that's bitter and fond, and a little less psychotically focused, because he throws this out there like he doesn't mean it, but he does. Or at least, he's starting to again.]
Live together, die alone.
[Jack lets out a breath, composes himself again, and then the same incredibly focused energy is back in place of whatever that was.]
Has anyone seen Dillon or David?
They're just also alone, in the infirmary, with limited weapons, resources, and access to things like morphine and anything more useful than bandages and basic antiseptic.
(Jack's made do with less, but that doesn't stop the resentment from coiling in his gut again, setting him further on edge.)]
Scott and I are in the infirmary. It's safe, but the hall outside seems pretty bad.
[Or at least, Scott had said it smelled weird, and Jack is not really in a position to be doubting his teenage werewolf warden right now.]
If anyone needs medical attention, we're here, and we can help. If you're stuck and need help, call us, and I can try to talk you through how to get up here without hurting yourself or your friends worse. If you're in your room, get first aid kits, scissors, water, food, alcohol if you don't have anything else to sterilize a wound, anything that can be made into bandages. People are going to get hurt, and I will try to save you, but I can't do that if we're not being smart.
[And then his expression twists into something that's bitter and fond, and a little less psychotically focused, because he throws this out there like he doesn't mean it, but he does. Or at least, he's starting to again.]
Live together, die alone.
[Jack lets out a breath, composes himself again, and then the same incredibly focused energy is back in place of whatever that was.]
Has anyone seen Dillon or David?
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What do you mean? How does it smell?
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[He hopes.]
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Got it. Just -- stay there, okay? [Stay safe is what he means, but he's pretty sure Scott will know that's what he means anyway.]
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[He wants to leave. He wants to run out and gather up everyone he can, just to be sure they were safe. But he can do good here - he can play nurse for Jack, he can take away peoples' pain - he needs to be here. He knows he does.
He just needs everyone else to get here safe, too.]
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[A beat.]
You do have an inhaler on you, right? [Because now is clearly the time for needling Scott about that just a bit.]
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I stashed one in the clinic. We're ready for the apocalypse in here.
[They're definitely not, and it might be a problem, but Scott knows they'll manage.]
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That's good. Because if Joker's at the reins, we might actually be looking at something akin to an apocalypse on this ship.
[And wow he wishes he was joking.]
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[He shakes his head, almost marveling.]
Didn't we like, play pretend games where we fought him, when we were little? This is insane.
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Yeah, we did. We totally pretend kicked his ass, too.
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[He is still not much for referring to themselves that way and he absolutely will not endorse it, but if it's bolstering, he'll accept it for a day or two.]
Are you taking on bumper cars with a bat?
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[He's past wanting to call them Batman and Robin, especially now that he knows Batman and Robin are actual people in another universe. He still thinks they're about as awesome as it gets, though. Other than Captain America and Bucky, of course.]
I took on one evil bumper car, yeah.
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You're crazy. And slightly awesome.
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Hell yeah I am. Awesome. Not crazy.
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Let me know when you find Lydia and Allison.
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You know I will.