Follow the truth, follow the lies;

[idkmybffbloodwing]

CHARACTERS: Handsome Jack, Lilith, Mordecai, open!
LOCATION: The brig
WARNINGS: Language?
SUMMARY: Following the events of this log in which Jack appears and immediately has people trying to kill him until SEC throws them all in jail to separate them.
NOTES: Backdated to a couple days after the jump. Specify the character yours is visiting in the subject line.


Despite the efforts of the two Vault Hunters, Jack was not dead. Perhaps had they been more inclined to harm the security officers who had gotten in the way, the result would have been different, but they hadn't; instead, the three had been dragged off to the brig for a few days, and remarkably, nobody had been severely injured. They had been given cells that, while not immediately adjacent to each other, were still within earshot. This clearly would only be a temporary solution to stop their violence, but that, at least, was better than no solution at all.

Comments

[tumbleweeds]

Well, the halls change. He could've just been in a different one. And nothing specific, but there were whole rooms -- like cathedral-sized. Shit on the walls, the ceiling... and they moved, too.

[ And there were words with them, telling him to keep going. ]

[idkmybffbloodwing]

[He's quiet for a moment as he thinks. There must be a better way to explore, to make the hallways lit and safe and secure so that groups of people could get in deeper, because something is in there that will explain this, surely.]

There's a bunch of empty gravity couches. What we need is some of the engineering team to figure out how they're hooked up. Move 'em into the hallways so we don't have to do as much backtracking. There's gotta be a way to get farther in.

[Or there are less conventional ways, thanks to the oddities of the multiverse represented on the ship.]

You know anyone with superpowers? Super speed, strength, anything like that?

[tumbleweeds]

I know vampires. But what if people show up in those after the jump?

[ And besides, after what Neal said... ]

... I'm beginning to wonder if it's such a good idea. That... it wanted him out there, Mordecai. It fucked with his head.

[idkmybffbloodwing]

A lotta the things I've done in my travels were bad ideas, other people said. Dangerous. Got lots of other people killed. I've never let that stop me. I'm not gonna sit around on my ass the whole time I'm here, amiga. If you sit around, you let that smiling asshole stay in control of this place. I'd like to put that control in the hands of the people who want to go back home.

[tumbleweeds]

I just wish I could figure out what he said to Neal. I don't think he really understands it himself.

[ She sighs, lets herself lean on the cell. ]

Too many mindgames and shit in this place.

[idkmybffbloodwing]

You got that right. I'm lookin' forward to goin' back to somewhere simpler. Just me, my bird, an' all the bullets my guns'll hold.

[Sigh, indeed. The good old days weren't always good, but at least they weren't boring and didn't involve overzealous "police".]

[tumbleweeds]

Right? I just want to rip things up, is that so much to ask?

[ She wiggles her fingers, then curls them like claws and swipes at the air. Rawr. ]

[idkmybffbloodwing]

[He grins.]

Well, maybe we'll still get our chance. It's a damn shame those manticores are afraid of people traveling in groups. We coulda done some damage.

[tumbleweeds]

I took 'em on when we cleared them out of the science labs. That was fucking awesome.

[idkmybffbloodwing]

Yeah, I'm still pretty jealous of that. Oh well. You know, if they're some kinda failed experiment, I wonder if there was ever a successful one. Maybe it's out there somewhere, too.

[tumbleweeds]

... You know, I really never wanted to think about that. Thanks.

[idkmybffbloodwing]

[He grins.]

Why not? It gives you somethin' to strive for. Find it, kill it, see what they were tryin' to do with these things. If it's even out there, anyway.

[tumbleweeds]

Whatever they were trying to do, it was probably fucked up. Ugh.

[idkmybffbloodwing]

Y'know, the manticores kinda remind me of wereskags. I don't think I ever told you about those, though you know about skags so you can imagine it. There's a guy back home who takes the word "science" a little too liberally since there's nobody to tell him not to make shit like that, heh.

[tumbleweeds]

Wereskags. Man. [ ... she wants to meet one. Bad Jaye. ] You've got a lot of stories. Should try telling me some happy ones sometime.

[idkmybffbloodwing]

Well, like I said, when I get outta here, we can hole up in one'a our rooms with some booze, an' if you cross your fingers, you might get happy stories outta me. Though most of mine aren't sad, really, just true to life on some'a those planets out there.

[Though of course the reason he's holding back info on what Jack did for their drunken chat is to tell her a sad story with the help of alcohol, so... yeah fail.]

[tumbleweeds]

[ Well, they can always tell more than one story. ]

I'll see what I can do to make it happen. [ :3 ]

[idkmybffbloodwing]

[Yes many drunken stories must be had]

There you go. Grab a few of your favorites before anyone else steals 'em from the bar, heh.

[tumbleweeds]

Like I don't already have a stash. [ She grins. ]

[idkmybffbloodwing]

Actually, yeah, I woulda been more surprised if you didn't. I'll bring something from mine, too, though I gotta restock soon.

[tumbleweeds]

You just let me know when you're ready.

[idkmybffbloodwing]

Sure. Don't let the bird get into too much trouble in the meantime. [He grins.]