day 1 (morning)

[ So. That sure was a night, but much to Jack's surprise, he had actually slept surprisingly well. He'd expected to be up all night with a combination of all the questions running through his mind and a still quite tender injury, but that hadn't been the case. Since he'd gone to bed (or at least started to drift off) rather well before the effects of the curfew started, Jack was oblivious to what had actually occurred the previous night.

He hadn't actually specified a time to talk to that crazy asshole, and in truth, Jack hadn't quite meant "first thing in the morning" when he'd said so. But of course, Jack isn't that lucky. Considering curfew had passed quietly and not everyone was up yet, he's kind of hoping he can quickly make something and then finally go shower, because he's still looking more or less like he just woke up. And, you know, got punched in the face. He's not quite dressed for the day yet, still wearing sweats and a Hyperion Yellow t-shirt, but probably more notably than that would be the black rim glasses that are sitting on his bruised nose.

Jack is busy in the kitchen, having ordered some instant coffee from the commissary, and he's in the process of preparing that. Still, while the water boils, he's digging around in the cabinets again, since he's looking for something he can turn into a slightly less sad breakfast. Whether Rhys comes to the kitchen to try and do the same or just hears Jack, either way, he's still a talker. ]

Ahhhhh godddd this is so friggin' sad. I feel poor again. There's- C'mooon Judy just give me some eggs or something, I can just eat scrambled eggs...

[ He's definitely just quietly bitching to himself as he's digging around in the cabinets, don't mind him. ]