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Well, [Says the woman in the scrubs and lab coat, who's apparently been hanging out in the infirmary more or less since the flood started. And also more or less more than half the day since that last port, from her perspective.

(Jack's too, so despite how much he still hates being here, at least he's trying? Sort of?)]

If anyone's in need of medical attention, or has any questions they have a burning desire to ask, [Although she looks both amused and annoyed at the prospect of having to answer sex ed questions, you all should know how this works by now. We're mostly adults here.] The infirmary's open, and I'll be more than happy to help.

["Do no harm" and all.

One corner of Jill's mouth lifts in a sort of wry, not exactly bitter, not exactly sad smile as she changes tracks.]

Honestly, I don't really care what gender most of you think I should be. I just tired of waking up in someone else's bedroom. [Finding the pieces of a different version of her's life is just. Unsettling. And some of it makes her miss home, except she thinks she means LA and not the Island, this time.] Out of curiosity, how many of you have kids?

[ooc: Jill Shephard has been a little more vocal about her experiences on the island, and the fact that she's a parent to her nephew, or used to be, anyway, and is generally a slightly less miserable human.]

[The Jack who appears on screen is a little more haggard looking than normal. He's sitting on the bed in the other Jack's apartment, which is clean and looks expensive even from this angle. Not over the top Tony Stark or Wayne Manor style expensive, but pricey and nice and modern. He's got a little bit of a five o'clock shadow going on - ignore that it isn't five o'clock - and is wearing a worn Boston Red Sox cap, which he pushes off his head so he can run a hand through his hair.]

I haven't been in this apartment since the world went to hell.

[But he does recognize it, and give it a sort of sad, solemn look as he glances over his shoulders and looks around a bit.]

When things like the actual zombie apocalypse happen? [He continues with the finality of someone who's had this conversation one too many times.] You kind of need to start making some rules. I always looked at is as a reason to try and preserve some kind of order, or humanity. Other people made up some to stop them from getting too attached.

[And that's definitely part of why he's been telling everyone just to call him Boston - it's where he was headed after things went to shit, and it's the name Tallahassee had given him when they'd first met. She had said it was better that way, if people were strangers even after they'd been traveling together for a while, so when things kept going to shit, you couldn't get hurt any more than you already were.

Which is kind of the problem, here.]

So if anyone has a recent explanation for why I've got a picture with me, Tallahassee and the kid she rescued acting like some big, happy family- [He holds up said picture for you all to see, which features a much more put together looking Jack, a dark haired woman and a blonde toddler all smiling together out in public in a pretty clearly zombie free Los Angeles.] I'd definitely be interested in hearing it.

[There's definitely some bitterness there, but he mostly just sounds tired.

(And maybe bitter.)]

Cap, I really think I need a drink.

[ooc: Jack is from Zombieland canon, and has been traveling with counterparts to Kate, Aaron, Sawyer, Hurley and Sayid. He's also still an inmate, because Jack's issues transcend universes.]

[Open Spam]

[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.

I guess this is why trying to keep anything a secret here is kind of a lost cause. [And he knows by putting himself out there, he's going to be opening the door for answering a lot of questions about things he promised he wouldn't talk about.

But does any of this matter? No one here seems to be from his universe. The Island probably doesn't even exist for most of the people here, and he's tired of needing to lie. He's tired of being at the mercy of someone else's plans.]

I've got two questions, and I don't care if you want to ask me any in return. For the wardens: what made you want to come here, and is it worth it?

[ooc: Jack is affected! I strongly encourage everyone to bother the hell out of him.]

[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.

[It probably shows just how strong the Admiral's - or whatever causes floods, anyway - abilities are that Jack is one of the participants in this card swap. Even with the outside influence, he'd dragged his feet, and wound up only giving out cards to Scott and Nathan, and they were more thank you notes than Valentines.

The next day, he sort of seems mostly the same, although he's sporting a slightly different haircut complete with doofy sideburns. Thanks Scott.]

So, what, that's it? Not that I'm necessarily complaining, but I had the impression that "floods" were a lot less grade school.

[Spam for Duke & Open]

[Somewhat unbeknownst to him, the new hairstyle isn't the only thing he's picked up from this flood. Although he's still cranky and on edge, he's calmed down a lot over the last few days.

Given up is probably the slightly better way to describe it, because this is just crushing, and of course no one gets it. It's not like he can tell them what he'd needed to do, what the Admiral had cost him, because he still just doesn't believe he'd died. Wouldn't he remember something like that?

Anyway, sitting around sulking in his room hasn't been an option, and so he's taken to getting as acquainted to the ship as an unassigned inmate can be. He wanders around the library, the deck, the mess hall, and might even bother to start up conversations with people that aren't mostly him jabbering nonsense about how he isn't supposed to be here. So, that's progress.

What's arguably stranger is the fact that when he spots Duke in one of the common rooms, he's just immediately drawn to the guy. Who knows why, but he just seems like someone who used to be kind of an asshole and now is just. Super awesome. What a great guy.

Ignore the fact that he's never actually spoken to you before.]

Hey, Duke, right? [He's... maybe done a bit of backreading to fact check a few things and better familiarize himself with what the hell is going on here. u__u]

[ooc: Fuzzy time throughout the flood welcome for spam if you are interested in it, and if none of those lame little prompts work for you, feel free to get creative.]

He walks amongst us, but he is not one of us.

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