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voidtreckerexpress2021-04-04 07:45 pm
gentle_jim) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2021-04-04 07:45 pm
All Jacked Up [Closed]
Who: Handsome Jack, Rich, Tannis, Devero, Entrapta, Murderbot.
Where: Spa car, though it may move if Jack makes a break for it.
When: Kazoo, Back-dated to after the ball but before the recent platform.
What: The body snatching party is coming to an end.
Warnings: Existential crisis, body-hijacking, forced removal, Jack being Jack.
If people noticed that Rich's behavior was strange during the mission, it appears to get significantly weirder over the next day or two afterwards. While everyone has been recovering, Rich has been running around having the time of his little life. Or rather...his body has.
At his controls is Handsome Jack, thanks to a little quantum computer integrated into Rich's brain - formally known as the SQUIP. She's tucked away safely now somewhere as a data packet for Jack to play with later and therefore he's got the run of the house. Or the body. Whatever.
And having a body again? Incredible. He'd spent the first few hours just touching things and experiencing temperature changes. When that finally got old, he'd set out to do the good shit. Eating food? Definitely better with non-synthetic taste buds. Getting drunk? Euphoric and dizzy and absolutely good for forgetting ones self is made up of 0's and 1's. Throwing up? ...Okay, that still sucked.
He's currently trying out swimming and holy shit, the feeling of being weightless and carried by the water (that he can properly feel the temperature of!) is stupidly enjoyable. It shouldn't be, but it is. And in the back of his head, he knows that this is his first time. He has memories of doing all these things, of course - but that's all they are. These are real experiences. Nice ones.
Everything he'd been through as a passenger in Rhys's head had been awful. Stuck on Pandora, trudging through deserts, being shot at and punched, being filled with panic and grief and terror. He'd spent as much of that as he could being either off-line or not in touch with the body.
This was paradise comparatively.
"Oh god, I don't even remember what being this young felt like," he murmurs, floating on his back in the pool.
Where: Spa car, though it may move if Jack makes a break for it.
When: Kazoo, Back-dated to after the ball but before the recent platform.
What: The body snatching party is coming to an end.
Warnings: Existential crisis, body-hijacking, forced removal, Jack being Jack.
If people noticed that Rich's behavior was strange during the mission, it appears to get significantly weirder over the next day or two afterwards. While everyone has been recovering, Rich has been running around having the time of his little life. Or rather...his body has.
At his controls is Handsome Jack, thanks to a little quantum computer integrated into Rich's brain - formally known as the SQUIP. She's tucked away safely now somewhere as a data packet for Jack to play with later and therefore he's got the run of the house. Or the body. Whatever.
And having a body again? Incredible. He'd spent the first few hours just touching things and experiencing temperature changes. When that finally got old, he'd set out to do the good shit. Eating food? Definitely better with non-synthetic taste buds. Getting drunk? Euphoric and dizzy and absolutely good for forgetting ones self is made up of 0's and 1's. Throwing up? ...Okay, that still sucked.
He's currently trying out swimming and holy shit, the feeling of being weightless and carried by the water (that he can properly feel the temperature of!) is stupidly enjoyable. It shouldn't be, but it is. And in the back of his head, he knows that this is his first time. He has memories of doing all these things, of course - but that's all they are. These are real experiences. Nice ones.
Everything he'd been through as a passenger in Rhys's head had been awful. Stuck on Pandora, trudging through deserts, being shot at and punched, being filled with panic and grief and terror. He'd spent as much of that as he could being either off-line or not in touch with the body.
This was paradise comparatively.
"Oh god, I don't even remember what being this young felt like," he murmurs, floating on his back in the pool.
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"I mean. We had made a deal. I should have known better than to trust him. Of course he took advantage of it. I was being an idiot."
As per usual, he was to blame. He wasn't thinking things through or taking it seriously, and so he just fucked things up for everyone around him. Spending any amount of time around him is just holding a piece of paper to a spark.
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