[log] Event: Breaking Down [open]

[snowblindmods]

Characters: anyone pulled into the Escherverse
Location: Escherverse
Date: Morning 220 - Night 221
Summary: All alone/Even when I was a child/I've always known/There was something to be frightened of
Warnings: general horror, violence warnings; make sure to put more specific warnings in the subject lines!

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[phaseshifter]

It's more about what I'm gonna do, if you feel like asking some non-stupid questions here. W-wait, what - we're gonna do. Us. Ain't that right, buddy-boy?

[ He winks at Rhys-slash-Jack, pointing at him in classic finger-guns-esque style. Except one of the fingerguns fires, shooting a pixelly stream of purple light that wraps first around Rhys' neck before also circling his own.

The distracted huh and expression of mild surprise would seem to indicate that wasn't intentional. ]

Wow, I, uh - I swear that doesn't... usually happen to me.

[ DICK JOKES!!! ]

[headjacked]

[ RhysJack stumbles a little, caught just as offguard as his shorter counterpart was. ]

Woah now, gotta be a little more careful with that! Wouldn't wanna hurt anyone -- [ He looks at the holofingers, which are generating a few bright sparks. ] -- before we take back what he stole, anyway.

[ As for holoJack, well. It's a flattering thing, having your daughter grow up to be just like you, and Jack very much does not mind having extra Jacks around. The more, the handsomer,

But this has a thick layer of what the frick on top that leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. And Rhys... that's supposed to be him in there. ]

'You know, uh, normally I'd approve, b-but -- Angel. She's in there, right?'

[bookofnope]

[Three of them. Three of them. And Beckett thought he'd had bad days in Norfinbury before. He flinches away from the sparks, unable to help himself - it's the light, and fact that he can very easily imagine what the merry threesome is going to do -

But even as HoloJack speaks up he realises the same thing. Angel is in there - maybe - either way the Jacks can't hurt her or Rhys. They are literally as safe as anyone can be around Jack, because they are Jack. So the people who matter most in this situation are not in immediate danger. All he has to do is not resist.

Don't resist.

He can't not ask questions, though. At least of the hologram, the least dangerous person in the room right now.] This wasn't your doing. The Admin still has you on a leash.

[phaseshifter]

Yeah, sure, she's in here. Safe and sound. Because some of us - meaning me, and not you or Captain Fangorious over there - are capable of keeping her that way.

[ He waves a hand distractedly as he answers holoJack's question, too busy grinning at Beckett to pay the AI too much attention. Beckett. Becky Becker Beckeroos. He saw that flinching business. Talk at the little blue guy all you want, banditpire, AngelJack knows where your attention really is. Atta boy, Rhysie. ]

And if she wasn't in here, I'm pretty frickin' sure I couldn't do this. Executing phase shift!

[ He grasps at the air, tattoos flaring, and all the exits of the room dissolve. There's nothing there but flat, featureless walls. If anyone touches where the doors were, they'll find that they're actually still there - but for now, the illusion is pretty dang convincing. ]