darling it's better down where it's wetter

[did_unkindly]

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

Comments

[did_unkindly]

Jack would probably go to prom covered in Sister Juice and not think anything of it, so all things considered it's probably lucky that he has Sinclair around to make the fashion decisions for him.

And speaking of making decisions for him...

"Yes sir." Jack sets off, and there's a whir of machinery in the background as a few friendly turrets turn to watch him go. Broken glass crunches underfoot, and some way off in the distance, there's a whistle of birds. Three guesses where he's been holed up.

Jack's okay with doing what Sinclair asked for now. It's comforting to just do what he's told.

With his mind elsewhere, as it is right now, it's not even horribly depressing with its implications.

[modestman]

It takes Jack a considerably shorter amount of time to get anywhere than it does Sinclair, for obvious reasons, and not twenty minutes later Sinclair opens the door to let him in.

He looks...well, he's looked worse. There's that at least. But the Sister Juice is definitely present, green smudges along his collar and sleeves like she's tattling on him from beyond the grave. But the jitters are gone, his color is better. A bad decision with somewhat preferable outcomes. Not everything can be cut and dry, Sinclair just wishes the consequences weren't so looming.

"Why don't you give me that old thing," Sinclair gestures at Jack's sweater. "I'll see what I can do about getting the stains out. Hungry?"