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[phaseshifter]

Characters: Angel, Fiona, Handsome Jack and Rhys
Location: E9/Building 47
Date: Night 104
Summary: Jack revives and stumbles on Team Flowercrown within the space of a day. Thanks, admin-chan. Super.
Warnings: Handsome goddamn Jack.


[ Today is a very special day. Not because of any weird Mercenary-Day-esque holiday that none of the Pandora collective celebrate, fuck no. We're talking way more awesome than that - it's designated hairwashing day. The most special, holy and herbal-scented of days.

Fuck. Yes.

This means that Angel, Fiona and Rhys are at various stages of the wet-to-fluffy-haired scale, depending on how much time they've spent towelling off with Rhys' bathrobe. For her part, Angel is firmly in slightly-too-damp-to-be-fluffy territory and debating the merits of centre-parting her hair while she's combing it to cover the short side.

What a lighthearted, carefree bunch. Surely nothing can spoil this idyllic moment. Surely. ]

Who wants the comb next? I think I'm d-- huh?

[ The sound of the house door opening is hard to miss, even with slightly waterlogged ears. But hey, visitors are always welcome. Right? ]

Um. Hello?

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[headjacked]

Ooh, me! Mememe!

[ Rhys practically snatches the comb from Angel's hand. His hair has almost dried, sure, and yeah, he may have used the comb once... or three times already, but maintaining decent hair in this hellhole takes STEPS. DEDICATION. This is the only way to keep the floof at bay.

He freezes mid-comb, however, when he hears the door open. He is waaaaay less optimistic about visitors, considering his track record with people who aren't named Fiona or Angel. Rhys urgently grabs her shoulder. ]

Hey, shhh! We don't know who or what that is!

[ He whisperyells. Emphasis on the yell. ]

[youarethebandits]

[Jack's in a foul mood. Not only did he get killed in a really stupid way by a freaking thirteen year old, he's pretty sure he's forgotten something as a result. It feels like there's something important missing, and it's bugging the hell out of him.

As such, when he enters and immediately hears a familiar voice - did he just yell "shh"? - he is not particularly thrilled.]

Oh, goddammit.

[Never mind him, he's just going to stand by the door for a while, contemplating just stepping out and freezing because that might be less annoying to deal with right now.]

[plundering]

[Fiona is in the middle of repeatedly curling a section of hair around her finger in a vain attempt to get it to lay nicely against her cheek like it's supposed to when the door opens, and she tenses instinctively. Rhys' subtle attempt at warning Angel gets Fiona to aim an elbow at his ribs while she keeps her eyes locked on the door, and...

Oh. Of course. Seeing Jack's name on the obituary had made her ecstatic, and so of course that wouldn't last.

Her expression shifts from one of utter shock to a scowl almost instantly. Talking to him over the network had been strange enough, but seeing him in person when she's grown so used to seeing him plastered all over Hyperion propaganda on Pandora is downright surreal. She's up on her feet immediately, because even though she's not planning on actually doing anything, sitting down with Jack in the doorway feels like a stupidly vulnerable position to be in.]

Seriously?

[phaseshifter]

[ Oh. Fudge.

Angel follows Fiona's lead and hops to her feet, automatically positioning herself in front of Rhys. It's the sensible thing to do, okay, what with how Jack used him as a punching bag before. Annnd he's probably still really pissed about that New-President-of-Hyperion thing. Annnnnnd Angel makes the best human shield possible, since Jack ever hurting her is out of the question.

Oh god. Oh god the fact she's his daughter is going to come out isn't it Fiona is going to know. ]

We're all armed! Don't try anything.

[ A much better greeting than "hi dad" tbh. Even if it's a filthy lie. She's pretty sure he's not going to kidnap anyone again, but nobody wants Nerdpal or Coolfriend to get hurt. ]

[headjacked]

[ Mr. President yelps when Fiona's elbow meets his ribcage. This is even louder than his shoutwhispers so A+ work there, Hat Lady.

He scrambles awkwardly to his feet and is tempted to duck right back down again when he sees the displeased face of Jack the First staring at them, but he has a thing about not using a tiny woman as a human shield. A tiny woman and/or Fiona, he guesses. ]

What she said! Y-you can just... stay over there! Away from us! Or leave, leaving would be fantastic.

[youarethebandits]

[Uuuuugh he does not want to deal with this. Rhys and his hot bandit friend and whoever that other bandit-looking girl is can just fuck off.]

Everybody just calm your tits, I'm not gonna try anything. Just need a place to stay overnight.

[To demonstrate his peaceful intentions, he settles down near the doorway, well away from everyone else.]

[plundering]

[They're all on the same page with this at least, which is secretly a relief to Fiona. It's also impressive how quick Angel is to step in front of Rhys, considering how tiny she is.

Of course, Fiona doesn't believe a word Jack is saying. She can only imagine how terrible this night will be if they're all trapped in this house together, glaring at each other across the room and refusing to sleep, even if he doesn't randomly decide to do something violent or generally Jack-like.]

There are plenty of houses around here. Go find a different one.

[It's dangerously close to lockdown, but hey. If he leaves and freezes to death, that's a win, right?]

[phaseshifter]

[ Something about this is slightly off. Whatever it is, it's too subtle for Angel to put her finger on. It's setting her on-edge all the same, though. ]

Guys, there - I don't think there's any chance of him finding somewhere else in time. Not with the weather the way it is right now.

[ She offers an uncomfortable shrug and glances at Jack, plucking at her sweater with her glowy hand. Mrrhh. ]

I don't mind keeping watch. To make sure he keeps his word.

[headjacked]

No, nonono, I don't -- I don't trust that. Remember what happened last time he tried playing nice?

[ It ended with a sharp object being branded in his general direction. YEAH. He gives Angel a stern look. None of that, Miss Martyr. ]

Newsflash, Jack -- when you have a shitty track record, it's hard to take what you say at face value!

[youarethebandits]

What do you think I'm gonna do, stab all three of you while you sleep? Not my style, pumpkin.

[He... doesn't entirely remember what happened last time, as a matter of fact. Which is concerning, but he's more than capable of winging it without giving away that little disadvantage.]

In case you've forgotten, I've already got the local bandit posse coming after me. Don't need to give them any additional reasons.

[plundering]

[Fiona glances over at Rhys in surprise at his response, because... That's a far cry from hero worship. Which means approval! She smiles for just a second before turning her attention back to Jack and shrugging nonchalantly. What he's saying makes sense, whatever, but still. Rooming with Handsome Jack for a night. Please no.]

Hey, if he dies again, that sounds like a win-win.

[phaseshifter]

Okay, I - if we try to kick him out, he will get violent. We'll be killers and someone's likely to get hurt!

[ She's lowered her voice to a whisper, but the note of desperation there means it probably still carries enough for Jack to hear if he's being a nosy git. Oh well. ]

I seriously don't mind being lookout. I don't get tired easily. Siren stuff.

[ wowow what a liar ]