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-- invincibleDetective [ID] began trolling stentorianAdroitness [SA]  -- ID: Hey. SA: AH HELLO JACK. SA: HE IS FINE YES? ID: Fine... enough to talk. But I won't bullshit you. ID: There have been better days. SA: SHIT HAS HIT FAN YES? SA: MUCH OF IT? ID: Yeah. ID: But not more than I expected to happen. ID: I'm still in one piece. SA: YES, FIGURED AS MUCH. BUT GLAD HE IS IN THE SOLITARY PIECE. SA: DOES HE WISH TO SPEAK ON IT? ID: Not sure. ID: I feel pretty fucking tired of talking about myself. But it's all that seems to be happening lately. SA: TENDS TO HAPPEN. GOING TO VENT TALK ON THINGS. I AM GOOD PERSON FOR THIS APPARENTLY. ID: Sorry. SA: THEY ARE CARDS I AM DEALT. WHAT FUCK EVER. NO WORRIES. HE MAY CONTINUE. ID: You know the secret club is on a haitus. ID: I hope it doesn't inconvenience in any kind of way. SA: HAH. NO IS FINE. EVERYTHING NEEDS THE BREAKS. SA: I, TOO, AM ON HAITUS. THINGS ALIGNING. ID: I heard you got a new haircut. SA: YES. THIS IS THING. CHANGE IS HAPPEN. SA: IT IS NEEDED AT TIMES. ID: Can't blame you there. ID: I guess... what brought me here was Simula insinuating that you weren't going to draw anymore. SA: THERE ARE OTHER THINGS TO FOCUS ON. FOR TIME BEING. SA: HAITUS. YES. ID: Right. ID: Haitus is better than... ID: Forgetting about it altogether. SA: HAVE TROLLS TO DISAPPOINT, I STOP DOING IT THEY WILL WIN. SA: IS NOT SO EASILY UNDONE. ID: That's admirable. SA: HAH. IS SPITE. SA: THIS IS THE FUEL. ID: Laugh in the face of spite. ID: Everyday, I aspire to be more and more like you. SA: DO NOT. HE IS DOING FINE, EVEN WITH BAD DAYS YES? ID: Yeah. ID: Maybe I just need to get out of my head for a minute. SA: AH. SA: VERY WELL. SA: THEN PERHAPS HE NEEDS CLEAR AIR. ID: It's likely. SA: ...WOULD WANT TO DO THIS? ID: I think I need to. ID: Should I meet you somewhere? SA: FRONT OF DOCKING IS FINE. WILL COLLECT THINGS AND MEET HIM. ID: Sounds fair. SATOMI: *She gathers some things in a peach-shaped backpack and makes her way outside with sturdy ... well it looks like a longboard but with no wheels. The rest of her outift is peachy and the hair is cut, and also red. Here she is* JACK: *Satomi sure knows how to make an entrance. And it's best that she asked to meet outside in the evening like this. Jack was busy puffing like a chimeny by the dock. A casual smoke signal to give away his position. He stops long enough to remove the cig from his mouth.* JACK: You look... JACK: Wow. SATOMI: *Do not. She looks at the cigarette then down as he compliments her. Denying the tingle in the tips of her ears with furrowed eyebrows* ...THANK YOU. FIGHT WITH THE SCISSORS. IT WAS FORTUNATE. JACK: Think you came out as the winner either way. *manages to smile somehow. Tired but wow. This must have been the first time in a week.* SATOMI: .. *snorts. but mostly to herself. Drops the board and hovers it at waist height with her kinetics. Sits down and gestures* HE LOOKS LIKE HELL. JACK: Got kicked out of the tour. What do you expect? *keeps standing but hangs like the teen shit he is.* JACK: The fresh air is nice. SATOMI: *Jack what the hell? She pats the board* PARK ASS. I DO NOT WISH TO CLEAR HEAD IN SHITTY WAFTING DISTANCE OF SHIP AIR. JACK: *...Okay. He will sit on the board.* Yes ma'am. SATOMI: *nyooms off. Only not that hard because he might fall like a dork. Just doing for the hills. Because it's a good spot* NOT BOTHERING TO HIDE SMOKE I SEE. JACK: Mnnh mph shiph.. *says around the cigarette. There they go, holy shit. Jack is holding on for dear life.* SATOMI: *Eloquent. But it's not that far of a trip. When she gets to the spot she wants Satomi stops and gets off the board. Kinetics undoing backpack. Lays out her blanket* JACK: Just out of the waft of shitty distances. Perfect. *sighs in relief as they arrive. Flicks the rest of the cigarette out. Only afterwards does he climb off too.* SATOMI: FAR ENOUGH. =sets the board down and parks her ass. Funny that she plans on smoking but after some candy since it made everything taste like shit. Unwraps grape sucker and draws up her knees* TELL ME THE GOOD THINGS WHILE HE IS HERE TO CLEAR ALL OF THE AIRS. JACK: Good things... *runs his hand through his hair. Alright. He can drops down to sit too.* Define good things. SATOMI: *There is a bag of artificially flavored suckers if he wants any.* WHAT SUCKS ASS LESS. JACK: ... *picks the worst flavor. The yellow ones.* SATOMI: *......well, in a sense he's not wrong* JACK: I still have friends after everything that's gone wrong. JACK: *unwraps lolipop slowly and puts wrapper in his pocket. It'll taste worst after the cig.* SATOMI: IS GOOD. SATOMI: FRIENDSHIP IMPORTANT WHEN SHIT HITS THE FAN. SATOMI: COULD NOT HAVE BEEN THAT BAD IF THEY WISH TO STAND BY. JACK: I mean you and Simula, at least. *grimly licks sucker* By virtue of not knowing what the hell happened. JACK: The other half of my friends are pretty fucked over. SATOMI: THIS IS SO. *eyes him and rolls sucker around in her mouth* JACK: It is so. *keeps his own eyes down* But it's real. JACK: Everything is so fucking real right now. SATOMI: SEEMS HE DOES NOT WISH TO TALK ABOUT BUT NEEDS TO REGARDLESS. JACK: *exhales with such fussiness and ends up rolling himself to the ground.* Do me a favor and kick my ass. SATOMI: I AM ALSO GOOD PERSONTO GO TO FOR ASSKICKINGS. SATOMI: IS ALL ON FILE? JACK: I filled out the paperwork. JACK: I meet the qualifications. JACK: Kick my ass. SATOMI: *watches him with her cheek in her hand. Floats offshoe, if he's not flipped she flips him with her kinetics. Boot.* JACK: *gets fucking flipped he guesses?? He never drops the sucker at least. Lies on the cold hard ground.* ... JACK: Okay. One more time. JACK: But this time with feeling. SATOMI: FIRST IS FREE, PAY ME FOR SERVICES. *Twirls suck and watches him a little longer then looks back out to tha landscape* JACK: I might have to. *rolls onto his side and watches her right back.* I'm also being kind of a little bitch. JACK: Sorry. SATOMI: I DO NOT APOLOGIZE FOR BEING BIG BITCH, HE IS OKAY. *floats her shoe back over to put it on* JACK: You're okay no matter what. *sighs and continues lying there.* Show me your ways. SATOMI: HAAAAAAAH. NO. SATOMI: SURELY IF HE IS LAID LOW DO NOT LOWER LIFE LIVING EXPECTATIONS. SATOMI: HE HAS THE POTENTIALS. WE SPOKE ON THIS. JACK: *scoots closer to her, very subtly.* Can't be lower than this. SATOMI: BUT LOW IS PLACE, YES? CAN GET HIGHER. *opens an orange sucker and puts the barren former grape stick in the plastic. Nom* SATOMI: IT IS LOW NOW, WILL NOT STAY THIS WAY. JACK: What if it's been this way a long time... and it's going to stay that way. JACK: Punishment for all the times you've fought to convince yourself it'd be anything else. JACK: And you can't convince yourself. And you can't convince anyone else either because as it turns out. JACK: That's what fucks people over. JACK: Them thinking you're something better than what you are. JACK: All because of your own delusion. SATOMI: *Looks to him* .....IS HARD TO SAY. NO CHOICE BUT TO OWN FUCKING UP. ACCEPT IT. SATOMI: MAKE WORK FOR HIM, IN IDEAL WORD IS POSSIBLE OR EASY. SATOMI: HERE IT IS TO BE DEALT WITH. SATOMI: IS HARD, IS GRITTY. SATOMI: PAINFUL WITH MANY MISTAKES. SATOMI: MAYBE TAKE YEARS, MAYBE NEVER. IS HE LITTLE BITCH ENOUGH TO GIVE UP? SATOMI: KICK ALL IN THE BALLS AND SAY FUCK IT TOO BAD SO SORRY? SATOMI: BUT PEOPLE COME AND GO, THE PRACTICE IN HANDLING WILL BE HAD. SATOMI: REFLECTING ON THE MISTAKES. SATOMI: LOOKING BACK AT PAST SELF TO CRINGE. SATOMI: SOS ON, ETC. JACK: The chances of me being a little bitch enough to give up are pretty high. *he exhales, feeling cold. Lonely, so full of regrets.* ...But I trust you. JACK: Don't know who else I trust like this. Never once have you bullshitted me. Despite how often I do it to you. SATOMI: *Jack please. She makes a small face and presses her lips together. Huffs through nose* AM ACCUSTOMED TO. *crunches down on the sucker and slides into the old wrapper with the other stick* SATOMI: ...... SATOMI: *glances to* GLAD HE IS, CAN FIND SOLACE IN THIS. SATOMI: THAT IT IS SOMETHING, AT LEAST, YES? JACK: Right now. It's everything. *closes his eyes for a moment* SATOMI: *keeps watching him for a moment. Considering... then digs in her bag for that cigarette* GIVE IT TIME. IS ALL NEEDED. SATOMI: TIME AND FUCK TON OF WORK. BUT MOSTLY FORMER. SATOMI: THE REST WILL FOLLOW. JACK: *his closed eyes feel a little moist but in the end, all he does is nod. Anchoring himself to her words.* Okay.

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JACK: -After weeks of house arrest, it was time for Jack to get some gumption and plan an escape from his room. Gun for the only place that makes sense for him to break out for. The solitude of Ryan's room is interrupted by the faint rattling of the vent grate. Someone is here to see her.- RYAN: -she's splayed out on her bed looking through a magazine, feeling kind of gloomy about all the heaviness in the air around the ship. but her thoughts are disrupted by the sound of the vent grate being rattled.- ... -she had heard tell of people using the vents to just drop in on people, but she had never EXPERIENCED IT herself. wtf?- RYAN: ummm. hellooooo?? JACK: -the vent grate pops open and out slides Jack. Oozing unceremoniously to the floor and looking a little dusty. Lies there.- Hey. JACK: Vent needs dusting. RYAN: ! -if she had even thought to have fantasies about people dropping into her room thru vents, it would go exactly like this.- RYAN: omg jack. -laughs and slides off her bed to hover over him.- i cant believe it... you flew the coop. JACK: I broke out of these chains. There's a new authority in town. -drags himself to his feet, dusting off his shirt.- Also a call for a map. The ship is kind of different from the walls. RYAN: who wouldve thought?? -she's just... grinning at him. she's way too tickled by this.- JACK: -glances at her, awkwardly aware that he actively chose to come see her. In her room. Breaking out of his dad's place. And now she's laughing. Dang.- ....I wanted to see you. -dusts off shirt more. Who's nervous? Not him.- RYAN: -her smile softens, but on the inside she can feel the tickle of butterflies from her stomach to her chest.- aww... traversed the perilous unknown and got all dusty just to see me? -reaches out to "dust off" his shirt too. it's more like she's rubbing on his sleeves.- RYAN: i really was a bad influence on you. JACK: A lot of shit can serve as influences. Doesn't mean I'm obligated to commit. -The soft smile turns his insides into melted butter. But hey. He can keep it cool.- Unless suddenly I am. RYAN: i mean you could commit to the bad boy lifestyle. -giggles.- i wouldnt complain. -but then she pauses with her gaze fixed on him. she can't really help herself when she uses her hold on him to pull herself in closer for a hug.- RYAN: regardless of motivation im just um. RYAN: glad youre here. JACK: ... -slips arms around her.- Have you been alright? No one giving you shit? RYAN: not really. not for a while. -squishes cheek to his shoulder.- RYAN: guess my acts of teenage rebellion are old news by now. JACK: Told you no one cared. -cracks a smile to himself but oh. Its easier to notice  how nice her hair smelled that way. He sways a little with her in his arms.- RYAN:  yeah yeah hate to say i told you so or whatever. -now she's smiling again too, swaying with him. she starts to hum a little tune, as well. something to sway to.- JACK: Hate to say I was right. But I was. -and now they're slow dancing to nothing but the small tune she hums. How did it always end up this way?- RYAN: -she lets the moment settle in. it's comforting and warm and even though she knew she missed him terribly, it wasn't until she had him in her arms again that she really knew the extent of it. and it's hard to say, but she knows that she needs to. he snuck out for her, after all.- RYAN: hey i... -mmmm- RYAN: i missed you. JACK: I didn't go very far. -he knows what she means. It's always easier to joke it off anyway. Good job, Jack.- JACK: But. JACK: I missed you too. -Maybe it's cliche of him to respond that way. Maybe he didn't care. His arms squeeze around her tight like a reassurance.- I did a lot of thinking while I was in the slammer. RYAN: -peeks up at him curiously- yeah? about what exactly? RYAN: how bad youve been maybe?? -hehehe.- JACK: Okay. Yeah. JACK: But also how everything is fucked and it's going to be fucked no matter what. JACK: So why should I give a fuck? -Such pretty eyes. He feels on the spot now more than ever.- RYAN: -blinks... she wonders what that means, exactly. his inhibitions, yes, but... just in general?- yeah i mean... fair enough. RYAN: -smiles a little at him.- so youre breakin out of your metaphorical cage too? JACK: It helps to want to jump when all the signs point and say you should. -He's being vague he knows but... it was still better than nothing. Staying silent and never speaking.- JACK: If you don't try then you don't know what you're missing. RYAN: -maybe it's just wishful thinking, but there are an awful lot of signs she's picking up on herself. between this vague speech and the fact that he just... dropped in on her... it leads a girl to certain conclusions, you know?- RYAN: well then... what kinds of things do you wanna try thanks to this newfound dogma of yours? JACK: -If he could only tap into that fire from before. The way it sparked from the inside and made him feel invincible. He looks back at her with an intense focus, commiting her face to memory. Not letting his mind twist her presence into something he needed to fear. In the end, he's ditching out the last of his conscious struggle to care where things would go. Instead, he kissed her.- RYAN: -oh... that's definitely what she was hoping for, but the last thing she honestly expected. she'd kissed countless other people before, and yet nothing compared to this. not when she had pined for it for so long, quietly, and hidden deep where she wouldn't have to think about it. all it once it's surfaced, and if jack was brave enough to go for something he really wanted, then the least she could do was find that strength too.- RYAN: -she presses back against his lips with all the fire she's tried keeping at bay, and it sends off an explosive chain reaction inside her head and her heart, it feels like relief and an elated passion she hasn't felt in a long time. if ever.- JACK: -the flare of passion was exactly what he was missing. Melting down the last of his icy fears and freeing him to live in this one moment. Kissing Ryan with a heat like he might not get to do it again. The press of his lips his slow against hers, soft and sweet in a way he didn't think anything was capable. Jack was jolted alive with no question about what any of it meant. Only that she was in his arms and the shape of her back fit perfect under his hands. Free to touch.- RYAN: -to think that a blissful eternity could be locked into one kiss. but it's still over too quickly when she retreats, looking at him breathlessly and starry eyed.- ... RYAN: wow. 💖 JACK: -Oh. Breathing is a thing that's important. His mind surfaces slower than the rest of him, dazed as he was.- JACK: ... JACK: Hot damn. -says, blinking at her several times slow.- RYAN: ... -hot damn indeed. all she can do is giggle giddily now, squeezing him in her arms. oh, but wait... a perfect opportunity has presented itself to her, she only just realizes.- RYAN: -leans her head against his shoulder and just. slides her hands down over his butt. finally...- JACK: -snorts quietly, smiling despite himself but it's her giggles. He cant help it. It's only when her hand journeys to pat his tush does he sober up. There's plenty of firm ass muscle for her to appreciate. Bless.- JACK: -his pale face is getting blotchy with a blush as he gazes down at her. Stern and contemplating.- ...Huh. JACK: So that's what the crux of this was building up to. JACK: Suddenly, everything makes sense. RYAN: -WELL HOT DAMN, AGAIN. this was worth the wait. she just... savors the shape of this toned cheek meat under her palms. god bless america.- RYAN: listen jackie this is what all the signs were pointing towards. -she's giggling and looking at him again with a slight rosy tint to her cheeks. she's just so relieved.- im glad we can all agree this is the logical outcome. JACK: There's no arguing that point. JACK: I mean I could but... it wouldn't be tactical. -hrms to himself. But is he resisting? No, of course not.- RYAN: nooope. -she draws her hands away though, in favor of bringing them around to hold onto his. she's tugging him along now, towards her bed.- RYAN: hey... you know what else i missed? JACK: - 👀 the bed as he's led off. Squeezes her hands along the way.- I can take a guess. RYAN: -plops her butt down on the bed and tugs him down towards her.- yeeees. RYAN: snuggle me. JACK: -uses all his mangrits to gather her up and hold her. Let's face it. This is what he was really here for.- Yes, ma'am. RYAN: ooo i like that. call me ma am again. -curls up in his nice strong embrace... yes, this feels nice. this feels right. and it takes her right back to those nights they got to spend alone together as runaways.- JACK: I was only joking with that. Partially. -settles down and relaxes on his side, letting the snuggles commense. Looking at her, the smiling eyes.... its a wonder he never had the guts to kiss her before. He brushes a lock of her hair from her face, gray eyes warm on her.- RYAN: well im not. -she's grinning, but the expression is soften as he touches her gently. She meets that gaze with equal adoration, a mesmerized sparkle in her eyes. She had been on the receiving end of puppy dog eyes quite often in her young life, but with Jack it really felt like he saw her. And she just can't help herself... She leans in to close the small gap between them, brushing their lips together once more.- JACK: -He hopes this next kiss isn't as clumsy as the last one. He had maybe a few critiques with himself but. All of them vanish as soon as their lips meet again. When words fail him, his fingers thread through her hair. Relishing the moment, the curve her shape against him.- ...Christ. -mumbles- RYAN: hehe... -he's just so cute, she can't stand it. which of course means, she needs more of his taste, of every gentle and deliberate touch. it's like nothing she's ever experienced in any other lover. she returns the favor, kissing lightly at his jaw.- RYAN: geez jackie youre really making me regret we didnt do this sooner. -as if she didnt ALREADY...- JACK: -huffs as she smooches him, he can actually agree with that statement.- Good thing that's all over now. JACK: I don't... want to be in my own goddamn way anymore. RYAN: -meets his gaze again.- yeah... im real glad for that. RYAN: you know i... -fidgets a little. geez... time to get real, maybe.- i really like you. RYAN: i like the kind of person you are and like... RYAN: you shouldnt have to feel like you gotta hold back. you... deserve a lil fun. -shrugs  a shoulder, squirming in closer.- a lil happiness. JACK: -His brows furrow, finding it difficult to accept what she was saying. Be he keeps himself steady somehow, with her curling up next to him.- ... JACK: I don't know how to let myself have it. Yet. JACK: ... JACK: It's hard. RYAN: mm... youre well on your way baby. -reaches up to touch his cheek, carefully.- RYAN: and when worst comes to worst youve at least got me leading you into ill advised but indisputably gratifying situations. -tiny smirks.- JACK: -smiles a little, weary but... Hopeful.- Is that where this all goes from here? JACK: -The question seems to hang in the air. Can he really have that?- RYAN: -traces her thumb over soft skin, heat prickling at her own.- well i mean... i sure hope so. RYAN: and lets be real thats something im already doing inherently by like... RYAN: asking you if youd want to be with me. -heart is thudding in her throat by that point.- RYAN: and that is... what im trying to do... -not even she can escape the strider awkwardness.- RYAN: -huffs a tiny noise, almost a laugh.- it might not be a wise thing for you to do but it sure would be fun. JACK: Why else would anyone do anything... to be frank. -he chews his lip, taking all things into consideration. This was a tremendous leap all by itself but even that wasnt enough to shake the lingering apprehension. The fear of being that close to someone and letting them in. Was he really ready for that? He licks his lip, deciding to attempt to give voice to these thoughts.- I'm... not sure what being with you entails. JACK: Dating, sure but. JACK: ... JACK: How. -Ugh, he must sound like a massive tool for asking.- RYAN: i guess i... dont really know either. -glances away.- RYAN: ive never really been able to commit to a person like that you know? ive always been... afraid to... if im being honest. -and once she's started, she can't seem to stop.- RYAN: but thats the thing?? i feel like... i can be honest like that with you. RYAN: i dunno. everything just feels different when im hanging out with you. like i can let my guard down cuz theres nothing about me that you dont already see. RYAN: and when you see those things you dont think theyre... RYAN: stupid or ugly or reckless-- -shit. she wasn't expecting to get all worked up about this. she sniffs.- you get it. RYAN: and i figure maybe despite all the apprehension in willingly allowing someone in... thats all that really matters? that there isnt really anything to hide. RYAN: jesus i dunno im rambling. -laughs nervously.- JACK: -Rests his head down and watches her chase her own words in circles. He wasn't the only one at least... and when she sniffles, he brings her hand up for a kiss.- ...Last thing I want is for you to think you have to change. JACK: That's not what I'm signing up for. Who I signed up for. JACK: It's you. The good, the bad, and the gritty. JACK: Ugly's for people I didn't sign up for. -says seriously. Yeah right.- RYAN: -her laughter is a little watery now. he's always making her laugh, and she appreciates it now more than ever.- yeah well... the same goes for you. RYAN: so... i dunno. whatever tackling this entails... at least were both ignorant about it. RYAN: but in a blissful way? -peeks at him hopefully with big eyes.- JACK: -snorts, keeping her hand by his face. Her knuckles against his cheek.- Yeah, no shit... JACK: Could be just enough to know we like each other and then just.... go from there. JACK: If commitment's an issue. I've never committed to a damn thing in my life. JACK: But I like you... and I know there's a good chance that you like me too so... -squeezes her hand again- JACK: What's the rush. RYAN: -laughs again, softly, and she starts to sing just as gently.- you aint gotta make your mind up right now... dont rush. no pressure. RYAN: -but then she hums thoughtfully.- yeah... lets just take it in stride. -pauses... WINKS. STRIDE!!- RYAN: i know i like this already so. so far so good. JACK: -She's all over the place... and honestly, Jack wouldn't have it any other way. Trails a finger along her chin, listening to her sing. He'd kiss her again but that would mean she stops. Instead he smiles again, hopeless and smitten.- ...Guess we'll see where it goes from here. RYAN: -well that look alone is enough to get her to be quiet. she tilts her head into every touch, and though she finds it a little difficult to breathe suddenly, she still draws in towards him again for another kiss. it starts off softly, but soon grows in intensity, and she holds him with just has much enthusiasm, like she might never let go.- JACK: -She sure knew how to turn a guy's brain to mush. With her lips melting into his, it was easy to remember how much more clumsy he was in comparison. Puffing his breath at the wrong... right? times or being conscious of the press of their noses. With a rush of feeling, he recognizes that he really WAS kissing Ryan Strider and there was no turning back now.- JACK: Ghh... -says after an intense moment. Even his breath feels shallow, his face flushed with pink.- Christ.... I need more practice at this. RYAN: okay if you insist. lets get on that right now. -giggles when she isn't trying to catch her breath. she's much too giddy, and riding off this emotional high, she squrims a little to lie on top of him, peppering kisses at his cheek and jawline and neck.- JACK: -The slight of her weight on him is definitely a new and distracting experience.- Lord have mercy... -wheezes faintly, terribly aware of his own racing heartbeat at the subject of her soft soft insistant kisses. Thank god for girls is the anthem playing in his head. Hffff. He doesn't know what to do with his hands exactly and sets them along her sides. Stroking her over with jittery, restless palms.- RYAN: mm. not even prayer can save you now. -rest in peace, jack... once she's settled in place, her kisses resume til their lips lock again, and she wiggles just as restlessly against the press of his palms. and by virtue of her position, against the rest of him too.-

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JACK: *The human teen is hanging around the local comic book shop, spending some allowance on you guessed it. Comic books. The nittier, the gritter, the better. There's a pretty girl cashier too so... he's probably sticking around to admire her. Just a guy being a dude.* SATURN: *he just so HAPPENS to walk in here. He's currently scamming one of the people who works here big time, and likes to keep tabs, but nearly trips on his own feet when he sees jack in here* *stares at him. He's still not 100% sure this guy was actually responcible for him passing out the other day, but he's feeling %51 sure about it and that's over half of a hundred, so odds feel in his favor* JACK: *Oh shucks. He sure recognizes Saturn's face. Nods at him, not questioning much why a guy like that is hanging around. He lives around here after all. Slinks from the counter over, purchased comics in a bag over to the staring troll.* Hey. Saturn, right? JACK: You're the guy with the shirt. I remember you. SATURN: uh yeah hey geralt or WWhatever your actual naMMe is *sweats nervously* heh i didnt take you for a nerd SATURN: *probably gets irrtated looks from some of the more sensitive comicshop patrons* JACK: Didn't take you for one either but here you are. Cancels out, don't you think? *Why he sweat? Jack is in now way aggressive or threatening looking. He's wearing a button up and khaki pants for crying aloud.* JACK: **no way SATURN: *IN OTHER WORDS A MEGANERD* hey iMM not here on nerd business ive got other reasons to be here SATURN: theres a guy here that oWWes MMe MMoney nothing MMore nothing less JACK: Woah. Are you serious? *Appears interested and looks around like he can pick the perpetrator out in person.* And you're going to do it in broad daylight? Public eye where folks know and see your face? SATURN: *BLINKS. WHAT? .......* WWell SATURN: its never been an issue before SATURN: uh JACK: Might want to think long term wise, fella. I'm just saying. *hand out as if to guide him off. Look at this short stuff.* How much does the guy owe you? SATURN: hMM a couple thousand give or take WWhich all depends on WWhether hes cool about it or not SATURN: cool guys get less interest JACK: So... you lent out that much without a guarantee you'd get it back? *lifts eyebrow* Nothing written down or documented? SATURN: nah not lending it WWas a bet SATURN: basically i convinced the guy that WWonderqueen fuzzball WWasnt my cuttlefish during one of our races and got hiMM to bet MMoney on her because WWhy WWould i have tWWo cuttlefish racing SATURN: WWonderqueen fuzzballs been pretty fat and greedy lately so i kneWW shed be sloWW and WWouldnt WWin SATURN: but WWho did WWin WWas firebreather joe WWho isnt mine but it didnt really MMatter WWho actually WWon SATURN: sure it WWould have been nice if foofuMMs the bloodguzzler WWas as fast as i bred her to be but WWe cant WWin eMM all JACK: Interesting. *No really. It is.* So now youre here to collect collateral. JACK: Are you sure he won't put up a fight/ JACK: *? SATURN: hes a nerd nerds cant fight SATURN: his pants are literally up to his tits SATURN: no one WWears pants that high unless theyre a WWimp SATURN: *WWiMMp JACK: You never know guy. You just walked into nerd collective central. *definitely amused now* Bully walking in looking for trouble? I don't think that cashier gal would be too happy. SATURN: huh true she did look like a fighter SATURN: pretty sure MMy guy has a crush on her too JACK: Your guy? *snorts and just shakes his head* Okay, anyway. You're getting a lot of looks now and it's making people anxious. JACK: You think it's time to split now? SATURN: eh for noWW i dont norMMally take advice but yours actually sounds sMMart JACK: Always time for a regrouping. Trust me. *hand on his shoulder and yep. There they go, trotting out of the shop.* SATURN: *AND IS LED OUT. The conartist doesn't even seem to realize he got conned out of conning someone* so SATURN: huh SATURN: noWW WWhat SATURN: i pretty much blocked out MMy entire afternoon for this JACK: Hm. *That's a good question. Jack glances down the street and back again. Coast looks clear.* ...You smoke at all? SATURN: sure do *shoves hands in his pockets* WWhy JACK: Why else. *he's walking off with purpose* SATURN: *heeey maybe this guy isn't so scary after all? He starts strolling after him* WWhat kind of stuff do you have JACK: Tabacco stuff. What do you take me for? *Besides a huge nerd.* SATURN: hey you never knoWW *SMIRKS* JACK: *slinks into an alley way. Some place nice and secluded and out of plain view. With his back turned to Saturn, he starts flicking a cigarette to life.* SATURN: *this is the most far out of the way he feels like he's ever seen someone go for a smoke. He ends up whipping out one of his BIG OL CIGARS and puts it in his mouth, waiting for jack to turn back around* JACK: *Woah a cigar? Aren't those like crazy expensive? Well whatever. Jack doesn't seem to mind.* ...Guess I don't get out much. *puffs cig* SATURN: *SNORTS and just holds the cigar in his mouth, not lighting it* *talks around it* scho WWhy the dark alleyWWay JACK: Don't want folks thinking you're some sleeze trying to badly influence a human minor. *smirks back* SATURN: uh SATURN: minor SATURN: hoWW old are you JACK: *Yep...* JACK: Sixteen. JACK: ...That's about seven troll sweeps or so. SATURN: oh hey im eight sWWeeps pheWW JACK: Heh. *alright that makes him chuckle* That works. SATURN: so WWhats your group doing here anyWWay JACK: Hm. JACK: The ship has ties to the folks who established the planet. JACK: That's what I know anyway. SATURN: huh guess that might explain hoWW i knoWW some of you guys JACK: Why not know everybody? *smoke exhale* SATURN: *raises a brow* you think i have the tiMMe for that SATURN: please JACK: Only connect with people worth your time. Got it. *There he goes being amused again.* I don't think we've been introduced actually. JACK: I'm Jack. SATURN: oh heh so THATS your naMMe SATURN: im saturn JACK: *offers a hand out for a shake* SATURN: *stares at his hand for a moment before TAKING HIM UP ON THAT SHAKE* youre not so bad kid JACK: *BBZZZZZZZZT. Hand buzzer* Thanks. :) SATURN: KSJFHKSFHSJKFH wwHAT JACK: What? *There was a hand buzzer in his hand?? It's gone now.* SATURN: yoU ZAPPED MME JACK: *appears concerned, finishing up his cigarette over here.* JACK: Not sure if that's code for something, friend. SATURN: dude are you just super charged WWith static electricity then or are you just pulling MMy fin here JACK: Static? *looking at his hand blankly.* JACK: ... JACK: *cracks a sneaky smile at him* JACK: Yeah. I'm just pulling your fin. SATURN: *....* *SIGHS* of course you are and i fell for it SATURN: geez im starting to WWonder if youre a better grifter than MMe JACK: I wouldn't feel bad. I'm not better at much else. *extinguishes the cig now* SATURN: hey MMaybe yould WWant to hit the casinos WWith me *GRINS* JACK: That would be fun... but give it a year or two. JACK: I'll make an appointment. SATURN: shit SATURN: theres an age restriction on gaMMbling too SATURN: WWoWW okay kid you cant do anything fun can you JACK: *SNORTS* Usually. JACK: Sorry to disappoint you. SATURN: eh ill just drag you along the next tiMMe i have a scaMM in MMind JACK: Sounds fun. JACK: Or... you can come around the ship any time and hang out there. JACK: I have open mike nights sometimes. SATURN: sounds like a good time sure ill sWWiMM by B) SATURN: iMM pretty sure i could bloWW everyone aWWay WWith MMy blessed vocal chords JACK: I'll be rooting for you. *tucks hands in his pockets with a nod* So... JACK: See you around, I guess? SATURN: yeah definitely youve convinced MMe JACK: Take it easy, Saturn. *cracks that small smile again and wanders off, leaving the seadweller to his own devices.* SATURN: *WATCHES HIM GOOO and probably goes off to consume copious amounts of energy drink*

[invincibledetective-blog]

-- invincibleDetective [ID] began trolling stentorianAdroitness [SA] --

ID: How did you like the script samples? Were they legible?

ID: Easy to follow?

SA: HELLO JACK. THEY WERE NICE TO READ, YES. I HAVE ENJOYED THEM.

ID: Good. I'm probably going to be using that format when it comes down to our drafts.

SA: HAS HE SEEN HER POTENTIAL CHARACTERS?

ID: I've seen her characters. I've seen the potential. Yes.

ID: Grade A, Barath. I think we might be on the fundamental path of productivity.

ID: First a comic. Then a feature length movie.

ID: I can see it now.

SA: I SEE SASS AND AMBITION. THIS IS GOOD EVEN IF IT IS SILLY.

SA: THE ONES WE DO NOT CHOSE AS THE MAINS WILL BE USED AS BACKGROUND.

ID: Ambition isn't anything to laugh at.

ID: But you eating an envelope sandwich kind of was.

SA: >:c

SA: IT WAS A GOOD SANDWICH.

ID: Only if it had mustard.

SA: WHEN DID HE EVEN FIND TIME FOR THIS TRICKY BUSINESS?

SA: FOLLOWED ME TO CAFETERIA AND WAITING?

SA: HOW CREEPY.

ID: It's in the job description as self proclaimed content distributor.

SA: CONTENT DISTRIBUTOR SOUNDS LIKE THE FUCKWADS IN DARK ALLEYS.

SA: PSSTING IN TRENCHCOATS.

SA: THEY OPEN THEM AND BECKON YOU.

ID: That's the power of words. I want you to think of me this way.

ID: Hey Satomi. Want to buy some drugs.

ID: It's called Fiction. Takes you places you've never been before.

SA: I HAVE TRIED THIS. IT IS VERY WILD.

SA: WHAT FICTION CAN THIS DORKY STRANGER OFFER ME?

SA: I AM WELL-ROUNDED IN THIS.

ID: I'm not questioning your well-roundedness.

ID: No debate.

ID: It's very much there.

SA: HOW VERY FUCKING RUDE THIS DORKY STRANGER IS.

ID: He takes off his hat. Surprise. It was me all along.

SA: GODDAMN. THIS IS TRULY THE TWIST OF EVENTS.

SA: JACK IS VERY FUCKING RUDE.

SA: WHO WOULD HAVE GUESSED.

ID: You had every chance to turn around and walk away.

ID: But here we are still.

ID: I can book it if you like me to. Heaven forbid these secret meetings turn negative in any way.

SA: IT IS FINE. MY REVENGE WILL BE SWIFT.

SA: MORE TART THAN THE MUSTARD.

SA: THE COMEUPPANCES WILL OCCUR.

ID: I have to admit. I kind of like where this is going.

SA: NOW HE IS A MASOCHIST. LOOKING FORWARD TO PAIN.

ID: I'm writing it into my planner right now.

ID: They don't call it Masochistic Monday for nothing.

SA: MEGADORK MONDAY.

SA: THIS SHOULD BE THE NEW NAME.

ID: Only on WWE Network.

SA: IS THIS HIS WRESTLER NAME?

SA: MEGADORK.

SA: IT IS FITTING.

ID: Tailored to fit my nature perfectly. I agree.

SA: DOES HE HAVE A COSTUME?

ID: Do you want me to have a costume?

SA: I AM DRAWING CONCEPTS.

ID: I could just wear what I normally do.

SA: IF YOU ARE A HALF-ASSED C-RATED WRESTLER.

SA: C STANDING FOR CRAPTCULAR.

ID: I don't really have much to prove. If anything, being underestimated has almost always guaranteed an advantage in a brawl.

ID: If you want me to parade around in a shirtless legging combination, you only have to ask.

SA: NO NOT SHIRTLESS.

SA: SPANDEX.

SA: THE WEDGIES ARE INFINITE.

ID: My reflection will finally show who I am inside.

SA: YES. A SAUSAGE WITH ARMS. IN STRETCHY MATERIAL.

SA: WEENIE IN A STOCKING.

ID: This imagery you're sharing is raising some serious questions.

SA: THIS IS WHAT FRIENDSHIP IS.

SA: QUESTIONABLE IMPLICATIONS.

ID: Whatever makes you happiest, Satomi.

SA: HE IS SO EAGER TO PLEASE.

SA: BUT IN ALL SERIOUSNESS YOU ARE WELCOME TO JOIN WORKING OUT CREW.

SA: BALDUR IS WITH US EVEN. GETTING HIS GAINS.

SA: IT IS ADMIRABLE.

ID: Shucks. I guess I never considered exercise could be a social activity.

ID: I only ever do it with either my dad or John. If anybody else.

SA: OH. THIS IS GOOD TO HEAR. THAT HE GETS EXERCISE AND IS NOT WASTING AWAY.

ID: So... we can definitely tack this on as another excuse to meet in person.

SA: AH. EXCUSES ARE NEEDED?

ID: For some people.

SA: EXCUSES SEEM STUPID. THERE ARE NOT NEEDED.

ID: It's not when certain people are involved.

ID: I might even come up to talk to them some day.

SA: HE DECIDES TO BLESS THEM WITH THE UPFRONT SPEAKINGS.

SA: VERY GENEROUS OF HIM.

SA: AN OCCASION TO DOCUMENT.

ID: Some call it a blessing and others call it a curse.

ID: There's no controlling how people are going to interpret it.

ID: Just as long as it benefits them in some way. If not.

ID: There's no point in me speaking.

SA: I DISAGREE. THERE ARE MANY POINTS IN SPEAKING.

SA: THE BENEFIT FOR OTHERS, IT IS VERY FINE. NICE IDEA.

SA: BUT ALSO FOR YOURSELF.

ID: You're a real street wise old lady.

ID: Wish I knew a dozen more like you.

SA: HAHA. JUST BECAUSE HE IS BABY FRESH DOES NOT MAKE ME OLD.

ID: First I was a nerdy weenie in a sock. Now I'm a fresh baby.

ID: These analogies keep getting better and better.

SA: HE IS THE FRESHIEST WEENIE BABY SOCK. YES.

ID: For sale. Fresh weenie baby sock. Never used.

ID: Saddest story I ever wrote.

SA: TO MAKE IT EVEN SADDER.

SA: THE SALE IS FREE.

SA: BUT THESE ARE PRICES EVEN I CANNOT RESIST.

SA: FOR AN ENTIRE FREE. HOT DAMN.

ID: Nobody said you weren't a cheapskate.

SA: MY HOBBIES TAKE ALL MY MONEY. I CAN TURN TRASH TO TREASURE.

ID: But let us dine on this fine meme anyway.

ID: Live a little.

SA: ARE MEMES LIVING?

SA: IS THIS MY LIFE?

SA: THIS IS TRULY WHY THEY ARE ME ME.

SA: ALL ENCOMPASSING. I WEEP.

ID: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a6/15/f7/a615f7bcb557561d2f6b4fc1651b58a1.jpg

SA: ALRIGHT.

SA: NOW HE IS REALLY ASKING FOR THE REVENGE.

ID: May your justice be swift.

ID: But until next time.

ID: Toodles.

-- invincibleDetective [ID] gave up trolling stentorianAdroitness [SA] --