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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. ]
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. ]
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A-ahaha... ha... right, right. Totally handsome, sure. Whatever you say, Jack.
[ this is one of his more embarrassing interactions, he realizes, which is why he latches on pretty desperately to the talk of corned beef hash. something that rhys still doesn't really understand. he never had to eat canned food before?? this realization actually makes him pale and he's pushing off the counter to go dig around in the cabinets again. ]
Wait, wait, wait. Hold up a sec. I -- well, first of all, yes they make skag sausage but I've never had it because I don't eat that kind of thing. [ poor people pandoran food ] And, you're saying you made this when you were a kid? That -- Why? Why would you do that to yourself?
[ a pause and rhys is crouched down, digging through cabinets and tossing cans here and there as he realizes exactly what's happening here. ]
... Oh my god, this is all bandit food.
[ aka poor people but he wouldn't say it that literally. ]
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There's little to do but let it cook, so Jack instead turns to watch Rhys dig around at a feverish pitch, since he can guess what realization he's just had. Jack at least thinks that Rhys just hadn't been in the kitchen so far to see their food options here rather than the reality of him just not eating before now... ]
Because I was a kid? So I ate whatever grandma bought? Duh?
[ Jack is at least open about that, though it's also very brief because it's a topic he doesn't like talking about for personal reasons. It's not quite the secrecy he would later hold over his personal life, though. Still, when Rhys has his Terrible Realization, Jack shakes his head and is happier to move onto that topic. ]
But, uh, no, this isn't bandit food. That would include way more-- They eat people, right? I've totally seen this thing on the ECHONet about, uh... Face pizza or something? And skag sausage. Because, y'know, same. Not real interested in expanding my palate to Pandoran cuisine.
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still, the explanation isn't enough for rhys and he just waves a hand dismissively at jack as he continues to dig. ]
You could've said no. Or, I dunno, make her buy something else. That's what I made my mom do.
[ rhys has been a brat forever, honestly. but there's something about saying that that makes a twinge of guilt show up in his stupid, greedy white boy soul and jack can probably catch him muttering to himself -- ]
... Should I apologize for that? Was that mean? Ehhh.
[ and he just continues digging. whatever, let's get on the fact that it's bandit food. he holds up a can of beans and a can of sausage and looks at them despairingly before back up at jack. ]
Face pizza... [ said kind of distractedly before oh, oh yeah. ] Yeah, I've seen face pizza. Was disgusting to peel off. Anyway, this super duper is bandit food. Look at this? Beans? Canned beans? Why would anyone eat this? And -- and canned sausages? What the hell is a vienna? Oh my god, why would you put this in your body?
[ he truly looks like he hit rock bottom here, dropping the cans to the floor and dragging his hands over his face, as he tilts his head back up to the ceiling. why is he eating this terrible food? he's going to complain to judy. ]
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[ Jack's response is immediate, and he still sounds amused over anything else. This of course is mostly just because of watch Rhys's rich white boy despair, because though Jack did a lot to distance himself from his less than glamorous upbringing, it's still pretty hilarious to him to hear someone casually suggest getting grandma to buy something else. The amusement overrides the offense, at least, because Jack has certainly done everything he could to pretend that was never, ever something he would be offended over. He's embracing the rich boy lifestyle in full.
Of course, all of that amusement pretty much falls away at one comment, and Jack's expression twists up into a nice combination of disbelief and disgust. ]
Waitwaitwait, peel off? Whyyyy were you just- Just generally around a face pi— [ oh right rhys is crazy ] Wait, did you peel off someone's face?
[ what the fuck ]
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he looks up at jack incredulously before shaking his head, continuing to toss. ]
No! What the fuck? The Psycho did, but I had to get it back. The face was like, from my boss and I had to use his body to get back on Helios. It was a whole thing and soooo gro--
[ and he's about to finish that sentence when his metal arm sort of gives a weird jerk, mid-can toss and he sort of throws it hard against the cabinet. in response, it pings right back off and beans rhys right in the black eye he was already sporting. he lets out a yell of pain before pressing his flesh hand to his face while the robot one jerks wildly off to the side.
this all takes about the length of a few seconds. ]
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So, what, you really piss off Tas-- [ Jack's response is so immediate that he forgets what Rhys has told him, because of course Jack just assumes that Tassiter would be Rhys's boss. The guy is kind of everyone's boss, so obviously? Though even so, it's probably a good thing that Jack jumps to his own conclusion here, since otherwise, he would have assumed that Rhys meant his face, and that wasn't going to be helpful in the "totally not creepy" department.
So honestly, Rhys's arm is the real hero here.
Jack stops mid-sentence abruptly as Rhys just... punches himself in the face, making a sort of woah of surprise and taking a half step back. The surprise stays on his face, but it's at least not judgement. Or at least not for the confusing garbage spilling out of Rhys's mouth. There's a brief moment of silence, and then Jack offers quite hesitantly: ]
Yyyyyou doin' okay there, sir?
[ Rhys really only gets the stir as a stand-in for Jack mentally going "crazy person." ]