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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.

[Today, Jack sounds almost more resigned than anything else. His breach life hadn't been especially bad, and it feels kind of muddled to him now, like a dream he's trying to convince himself to forget.]

You know, before I got here, I was pretty convinced I'd already seen the weirdest things the world had to offer. And as weird as floods are, I think I'd take my chances with those over whatever that was. [He's got enough things to deal with in his own life without adopting the issues of some other-him, thanks.]

I hope your deals are worth it.

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[This is something he's been sort of meaning to do for a while now, especially now that he's spending less time sulking and digging his heels in about being here and more time realizing he's been basically sitting around doing nothing for the better part of two months.

He's been here for forty two days. Might as well try to do something useful.]

I don't know how busy you guys are, but if you need an extra set of hands, I've had a lot of experience putting people back together with pretty limited resources or staff. I got my Bachelor's at Columbia, graduated early from UCLA medical school and was a spinal surgeon at St. Sebastian's in LA, if that helps.

And if it doesn't, Scott can vouch for me. [And there's a bitter part of him that's furious that they might actually take him up on that, considering all the experience he's had, all the good he's done and the pressure he's put himself under to help people.

But he knows he'd be suspicious and reluctant to hand over responsibility or control to a relative stranger, especially one in a position where he really didn't necessarily have any reason to trust them.]

[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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