a soviet defector and a test tube baby walk into a bar

[did_unkindly]

Jack is really looking forward to getting out of here.

Maybe he'll visit his parents. The farm seems like a beautiful dream compared to the broken, bloody awfulness of Medical Pavilion. He's pretty sure he never walked around in fear of drowning any second back in Kansas. Nobody tried to put hooks in his liver at all. It was nice!

He sits behind a reception desk, shaking. He knows he's got to push forward, he's going to keep pushing forward, but... give him a moment, okay? He's just been swarmed by splicers; he's found out that he has to detour around and find some kind of mad doctor just to reach Atlas's submarine. Boy. That's going to be... great. He's going to die, isn't he.

So he's regrouping behind this reception desk -- the receptionist's still here, give or take some of her head -- with the wrench in one hand and a creme cake in the other.

Munch. Munch. Munch.

Breathe, Jack. It's aaaaall gonna be okay.

Probably. Maybe.

Index, Why Not?
Scene One: He Blinded Me With Science ~or~ Stop Giving Yourself Brain Damage, Asshole
Scene Two: Telekinosis ~or~ Been Around Rapture And I, I, I, I Can't Find My Baby
Scene Three: All I Wanna Do Is [Bang Bang Bang Bang] And [Big Daddy Noise] And Take Your ADAM

Comments

[spliced_irish]

Are you fucking kidding Fontaine right now. They just had this conversation.

He paid too much for you, Jack. He paid way too much for you.

[krasotamozga]

"Well, molodoi." Kostya's pilfered shoes click against the damp tiles. "I am looking for someone." The flickering lights as they pass throw colors on his hair and shoulders. "What you're looking for, I don't know."

[did_unkindly]

Jack's not entirely happy with that clicking. It feels a little too conspicuous.

"Steinman," he reminds the good doctor. Speaking of which, as nice as sane conversation is, he should get away and continue the search. He had to turn back when Steinman brought that rubble down, and who knows how far the guy has run by now.

He starts to peel away quietly, falling behind Kostya and looking around to re-orient himself. Okay, tunnels are that way. Let's do this.

"Uh... good luck," he adds. It seems the thing to do.

[krasotamozga]

Kostya watches the young man over his shoulder as he disappears into the bowels of the halls.

Well, maybe company like that for much longer was too much to ask. Besides. Just as he'd distracted the molodoi from Steinman, he'd distracted Kostya from his own search.

But good luck, he thinks, despite himself.