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darling it's better down where it's wetter
It's been a day, it's been a day, it's been a whole damn day -- as near as it's possible to tell in this soggy excuse for a city. It's been a day since he killed Fontaine. And Jack is no closer to getting out. He's still down here. He did everything he was supposed to do and he's still down here.
All he's found is locked-down bathyspheres. Broken submarines. Even the goddamn boats are out of service. Where's Tenenbaum? Where's his fucking rescue?
Jack stares about into the greenish gloom, checks the ammo in his pistol, and then kicks and yanks off the rusting panel of a vending machine. His hands are soon full of little wires and pipes. A few seconds later, he straightens up with a grunt, and the machine gives him a tidy discount on a couple glowing hypos of EVE.
With his visit extended indefinitely, he's begun to wonder how many of them are left.
Now arbitrarily divided into chapters!
Part One: A Scene at the Rapture Adoption Agency ~or~ You Found [Pot of Ham]!
Part Two: Come On-A My House, I'm Gonna Give-A You Candy ~or~ Sinclair? More Like Sin Pantalones!
Part Three: Dream Sequences are a Fresh New Concept in Fiction ~or~ It's My Existential Trauma and I'll Cry if I Want To
Part Four: Southern Education Jokes ~or~ Engineer, Engifar, Engiwherever You Are ~or~ The Grave Escape
Part Five: Golfing Accident Memoirs ~or~ Mom... Dad... I'm Immortal ~or~ How To Make Friends And Immolate People
Part Six: Is It A Pie? Is It A Plane?? ~or~ Two's Company, Three's a Row
Part Seven: Escort Missions! In Rapture! Council's In An Uproar ~or~ Bioshock: Cheesecake Edition
Part Eight: Bread, Milk, BATTLE! ~or~ Pleasant Conversations, How They Bore Me
Part Nine: Choices, Schmoices ~or~ Baby's First Moral Philosophy ~or~ Go Away I Want To Take A Damn Bath
Part Ten: A Man Snoozes; A Slave Delays ~or~ The Four Second Rule Applies To Drugs
Part Eleven: A Hearty Meal ~or~ Skeletons In The-- That's Not A Closet
Part Twelve: We All Live in a Secret Submarine ~or~ Plasmids: Not Even Once
Part Thirteen: Paging Dr Tenenbaum To Surgery ~or~ Bribery And Deduction
Part Fourteen: The Prodigal Son Returns
All he's found is locked-down bathyspheres. Broken submarines. Even the goddamn boats are out of service. Where's Tenenbaum? Where's his fucking rescue?
Jack stares about into the greenish gloom, checks the ammo in his pistol, and then kicks and yanks off the rusting panel of a vending machine. His hands are soon full of little wires and pipes. A few seconds later, he straightens up with a grunt, and the machine gives him a tidy discount on a couple glowing hypos of EVE.
With his visit extended indefinitely, he's begun to wonder how many of them are left.
Now arbitrarily divided into chapters!
Part One: A Scene at the Rapture Adoption Agency ~or~ You Found [Pot of Ham]!
Part Two: Come On-A My House, I'm Gonna Give-A You Candy ~or~ Sinclair? More Like Sin Pantalones!
Part Three: Dream Sequences are a Fresh New Concept in Fiction ~or~ It's My Existential Trauma and I'll Cry if I Want To
Part Four: Southern Education Jokes ~or~ Engineer, Engifar, Engiwherever You Are ~or~ The Grave Escape
Part Five: Golfing Accident Memoirs ~or~ Mom... Dad... I'm Immortal ~or~ How To Make Friends And Immolate People
Part Six: Is It A Pie? Is It A Plane?? ~or~ Two's Company, Three's a Row
Part Seven: Escort Missions! In Rapture! Council's In An Uproar ~or~ Bioshock: Cheesecake Edition
Part Eight: Bread, Milk, BATTLE! ~or~ Pleasant Conversations, How They Bore Me
Part Nine: Choices, Schmoices ~or~ Baby's First Moral Philosophy ~or~ Go Away I Want To Take A Damn Bath
Part Ten: A Man Snoozes; A Slave Delays ~or~ The Four Second Rule Applies To Drugs
Part Eleven: A Hearty Meal ~or~ Skeletons In The-- That's Not A Closet
Part Twelve: We All Live in a Secret Submarine ~or~ Plasmids: Not Even Once
Part Thirteen: Paging Dr Tenenbaum To Surgery ~or~ Bribery And Deduction
Part Fourteen: The Prodigal Son Returns
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That is if the temptation doesn't get too strong and he decides to change his mind about the whole thing. It's a mild concern in the back of Sinclair's mind, if only because the minute Jack harvests another sister he'll probably lose all possible ties with Tenenbaum. And helping Jack get past his withdrawals or not, those are some valuable ties.
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But let's not voice that doubt.
"Soon I must leave," she says instead. "The newly-rescued girls, they will want help when they arrive at my home. But first, I must ask one more thing. The defence systems -- have you examined them?"
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He probably should have while they were at the sub bay, or at least taken the time to figure out where the central part of it was located exactly. See what all they were going to need to get around, but there was a lot going on at the time and Jack needed to get home.
"Why, have you?"
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She pauses, weighing the pros and cons of sharing this particular piece of information. But if she's right, then it's not exactly going to help these two get out of Rapture. If anything it'll delay them even further. And if they do figure out a way around it, then maybe she and her girls can get out on the same ride.
"I may be wrong. But it seems that the remote control of the systems has been broken."
Wonder what he'll think of that.
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"...Define broken."
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"They will work, I think." They'd better. "But, perhaps, only with a person there to control them."
It's probably clumsily phrased, but it should get the message across. And she has a few reasons to pay attention to how Sinclair responds.
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Even if she's right, it's not the end of the line. They can fix it. Jack can fix it. It can be fixed, it's not anything to worry about. Not right now anyway. He takes a drag, a good long drag, on his cigarette before grinding it out in the ash tray.
"Well," he says, sitting back in his chair. Relaxed. He's totally relaxed. "That's a problem we can face in the morning, I'm sure the kid can work out what's wrong with the damn thing."
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Not that he seems too rattled. Unless he's faking. Her suspicions are mixed on that one.
"I am sure he can," Tenenbaum says. Her tone prompts the end of the conversation. And she's not sure, actually -- but they don't need to have a long debate about it. She stands again, not as abrupt as last time, but still on the clock.
"When he returns here," she adds, "send him to my home."
(Worry isn't front and centre, but it's implied: Tenenbaum is not as good as Sinclair at hiding it.)
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"I'll send him right over," he agrees. "Don't forget your groceries, doctor."
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"Thank you." It's a useful phrase to end a difficult conversation.
"Do you have a... bag, or a basket?"
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About three cabinets down he finds a decent sized paper bag, which he takes down and empties of its contents (alcohol, mostly) and gives to Tenenbaum.
"Anything you like," he reminds her. "I've got some picking up to do before the kid gets back, so I'll leave you to it." Mostly true; if he doesn't do what picking up he can now, it'll only get worse when Jack returns.
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She doesn't pick up the pleasant small talk. All she's doing here is stuff the bag with the best she can find -- meats and beans for protein, canned vegetables, thick glass bottles of clean water. At the back of her mind she's aware that she's taking from Jack as well as from this douchebag over here. But said douchebag seems confident enough that he'll be able to get more, so she doesn't hold back until the bag and her pockets are full.
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It's amazing how much you can fit into those little paper bags, his cabinets look at least 40% emptier than when he walked away just a minute ago.
He smiles to himself. A successful interaction. He accomplished most of what he needed today and did his part to ensure that there would be further interactions in the future. The rest is on Jack, even if he doesn't know it.
So for now, there's not much else to do but wait. Anxiously. Whether Jack comes home looking refreshed and satisfied or whether Jack comes home looking high as a goddamn kite, dripping the green of some little girl's life force is going to define whether or not today is a good day for Augustus Sinclair.
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...
. . .
...Jack takes his sweet time getting back.
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Sinclair has picked up the same book about ten times and read the same page over and over about fifty without ever actually taking anything in.
Another hour, and Sinclair starts wondering whether he ought to go out looking for him. The answer to that is obviously a resounding No, but he does wonder how much longer he's going to wait before he really should go out looking.
But there's no reason for that, it's not as if Sinclair is worried for Jack's safety. He's just...a little nervous about Jack's decision making skills. Going out and looking for him won't accomplish anything. He'll be back. Eventually.
In the mean time, Sinclair lies down on the sofa and tries to rest. Sleep won't happen, but he can at least try and kill some time recharging a bit.
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"...Chief?" he says into it, a bit over-eagerly. Tone it down there, guy, you were just relaxing at home. Everything's cool.
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He keeps fiddling for a moment longer, though. Not reluctant to speak, no. Not unsure what to say, not at all! Just, you know, fine-tuning the signal. Can't, uh, can't talk over a crackly line. Yep.
"Yes sir."
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"How's, uh. How's it going out there? Everything alright?"
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But it's been impressed on him that if you mess up, you have to tell someone in charge. After all, the last thing anyone needs is a war machine that decides to start keeping secrets. And you can second-guess your instincts, sure, but without another point of reference you can only second-guess them so far.
He's on the radio to Sinclair, isn't he? That must mean he's already made up his mind?
"No, I, I... did something wrong."
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Sinclair breathes out and relaxes back into the sofa.
"It's alright, son," he says. Cut your losses, don't dwell on things you can't take back. "Why don't you come on back now? It's been a long day."
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I mean, what's the first instinct of a kid with the feeling he's broken the rules? Don't let mom find out!
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"You've got my word."
But Tenenbaum is expecting a little girl to crawl through her vent, how long before she gives up waiting? Sinclair's not sure he'll even get to find out, chances are she's going to assume the deal is off and he'll never hear from her again. And if that happens, it's probably in everyone's best interest for him not to pursue her.
It occurs to him to be upset with Jack, there was a lot depending on his choices, but from what Sinclair's learned, having a choice period is pretty new to Jack. And honestly the drive to be angry or frustrated just isn't there. The overriding emotion here is, well. He supposes the best word for it empathy. Not quite as sorry as pity, somehow it grips his insides a little tighter than any sense of pity has ever managed to do. He feels like there's more he needs to talk about with Jack, but that's probably not the best idea. Not right now anyway. Probably not for another twenty years or so.
Right now he just needs Jack to come back to the flat so he can be sent straight to the doctor. Deal or not, Tenenbaum showed an adament interest in checking up on Jack's health. And although Jack may not be the best go-between in these circumstances, that's at least one last lifeline he has to her. Maybe it's not the end of the world, let's not jump to conclusions. Right? Right. Come on, chin up. We can work around this. It'll be fine. It has to be fine so it will be. That's the only way these things ever work out.
"Just get on back here, we've got a few things to take care of."
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That probably doesn't sound ominous to anyone other than Jack.
But to be fair, Jack's the one who's been getting smashed and ruminating on Sinclair's discovery of that room. So.
His tone is challenging suddenly, daring Sinclair to try something.
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But...how to word this...
"Doctor Tenenbaum wants to talk to you, wants to make sure you're good and healthy. I confess, I may have mentioned to her that you were feeling a bit faint earlier today and she just wants to make sure everything's tickin' the way it's supposed to."
Oof. Not to make you sound like a machine or anything.
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