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[major_rawne]

I heard you blew someone up. Good job with the bomb, you didn't harm the hull.

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[mrballisticsdummy]

Of course it was a good job. I'm not an amateur.

Who are you to recognize good work when you see it?

[ Port Walkie ]

[kissthatgoodbye]

[From here.

Aaaaand off the public channel we go.]

- yes, cocoa no. This is Alec Te -

- rself?

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[mrballisticsdummy]

Jacobi.

[Static.]

10-1. Stand by.

[Two seconds and -]

What's your 20 because [static] sucks.

[14thcommander]

Hi there... [With a playful lilt to it:] new kid.

[mrballisticsdummy]

[Sigh.]

Hello yourself. I know you know who I am, so you don't have to pretend not to. Makes things go a little faster that way.

After The Massacre

[questionsonly]

I never thought you would betray Maxwell. Congratulations: you surprised me again.

[mrballisticsdummy]

This isn't about Maxwell.

Maxwell's dead, remember? She can't get any more betrayed.

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[no_innocents]

When you have the time, I would speak to you.

Re: text

[mrballisticsdummy]

[The response comes a bit later.]

Sure, I'll pencil you into my busy schedule.

What's up?

A couple days after the shenanigans | private

[epistemological]

As per Rita’s request, I won’t be visiting. However, I would like to know if any of that was about what we’d talked about, given your… chosen avenue of shittiness.

If I played a part in that… I’m sorry. I… I thought it would help.

[mrballisticsdummy]

[As with all his messages, there's no reply right away. Jacobi is checking only at set intervals, having put himself on a strict schedule.]

Are you really that desperate to hate yourself more, man?

You didn't have anything to do with this. As much as I'd love to foist responsibility off on someone else, that's not how this can play out.

Couple days after

[statementfuckingends]

Yes he saw the network message where Rita asked people not to come down, but he's in a shitty mood from getting his ass beat so he thought he'd spread the love.

It's not exactly hard to make sure Rita's not there before he makes his way to Zero to go and find Jacobi's cell. Tim's wearing a nice shirt with its sleeves rolled so Jacobi gets to fully see the bandage wrapped tight around his palm and wrist, and a band-aid on his temple that doesn't quite hide the bruising beneath it. He's not limping, at least?

"Have fun, Daniel?"

[mrballisticsdummy]

Daniel's working when Tim walks in. He's at the desk, pen in hand, tapping it against a half-filled page in a notebook.

He isn't expecting anyone, let alone Tim, so when he hears the door open, he actually stares at him a moment, like he's not really there.

"Oh yeah. Tons." He takes in the bruising. Well, he didn't die.

[tucky]

"You want me to not talk to you today, too?" Tiffany asks, as she takes a seat on the floor across from Callisto's curtained cell, on the couch cushion she's left down here for exactly this purpose. There's no malice or dryness in her question - if the answer is yes, she's willing to respect that.

[mrballisticsdummy]

Jacobi, having blown up at Rita earlier in the day, is not really in the mood for visitors, but he's not going to begrudge Tiffany staying.

He shrugs instead.

"That depends on what you have to say, I suppose. I mean, if we're going to talk about the finer points of philosophy, then probably not. If you want to shoot the shit, then I could justify a break."

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[punched_hitler]

Hey, next time you want to kill us all, at least have the guts to do it yourself.

Re: Text

[mrballisticsdummy]

[The reply doesn't come right away. Jacobi's on a strict schedule for himself. This will come right at his self-imposed break time, a few hours later, right on the hour.]

Huh.

That's new.

The goal wasn't individual lives or I would have.

after Tim's gone

[questionsonly]

Kepler doesn't hate Tim. He'd like to, and there's definitely an impulse to do just that, but he's never been one to immediately discount people and Jacobi's regard is a huge point in his favor. So he doesn't hate him, but he's been wanting to bodily throw him out of the room for most of the evening.

Once he's absolutely certain the man is gone, he'll turn to Jacobi.

"Sleep or talk?"

[mrballisticsdummy]

Jacobi adores Tim. And he's glad that he asked him to come. He does love that he annoyed Kepler, too, but that was a bonus.

It's time to face the music, though.

Well, sort of.

"Um...neither. I'm taking a shower. And you're going to read the first two pages, and only the first two pages, of that notebook. And then we can talk?" He didn't actually mean for the last sentence to sound like a question, but it still comes out that way. Because, despite knowing that he's loved by this man, he's still apprehensive.

[epistemological]

...I heard you died. I'm assuming your, er, Mr. Kepler is handling things?

[mrballisticsdummy]

[Some time later...]

You heard I was killed, yes.

I'm alright for a guy that got violently murdered.

[major_rawne]

Sorry you died. I guess.

I'm kind of mad you killed Norton, but he didn't want a revenge killing so. Too bad you died anyway.

[mrballisticsdummy]

No, no, it's fine. If you want to go ahead and revenge kill me, go ahead.

Might as well at this point.

And then you can also make a post about how you're really fucking sad about it.

[statementfuckingends]

First off, I do have the knife, but you're right in everything else getting tossed overboard, and I have to say the hypocrisy of that is amazing.

Second, the Admiral gave me six hundred and spare for the invoice. Just thought you'd appreciate that.

[mrballisticsdummy]

1. Can I have it back or are there bullshit conditions?

2. I actually have a bit more respect for the Admiral now.

during the discussion with Lark | audio

[questionsonly]

Jacobi. Where are you at the moment? Can you spare me a few minutes?

[mrballisticsdummy]

[Cautiously:] In the gym, but I have time. What's up?

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[brutallyefficient]

Hello, Jacobi.

Can we set aside some time to discuss what happened?

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[mrballisticsdummy]

Yup. Whenever you want.

[neverwaitslong]

[After Jacobi sings this post to her.]

Thank you.

[A pause, and then:] Warren let me listen to his file, just before the breach.

[mrballisticsdummy]

You're welcome. Backstreet Boys isn't my forte, but hey. I've got no shortage of material!

And...the file, huh? You know, he hasn't even shared that with me. So congrats to you. I mean, I know a lot of it already, so it doesn't really matter.

Anyway.

Questions, comments, concerns?

Voice

[statementfuckingends]

Pop quiz for the grand prize pool of six hundred dollars in cold, hard, literal cash:

What's worse than a mutineer cannibal?

[mrballisticsdummy]

A mutineer cannibal with a tiny dick.

A mutineer cannibal virgin who can't drive.

A mutineer cannibal with a worse name than Hickey, which, granted, is almost impossible.

I don't know. I could go on.

11/12

[epistemological]

Don’t suppose you’re up for company?

Also, uh, happy birthday, obviously.

[mrballisticsdummy]

You know, I miss the days when people just wrote happy birthday on my Facebook wall and felt good about their lives.

Anyway, sure. I'm not busy. [Or annoyed.] What did you have in mind?

[no_innocents]

I know you haven't been by for a time, but I thought I should let you know I've graduated. Also that I'll be remaining on board for the foreseeable future.

[mrballisticsdummy]

Whoa, that's big. Congrats on that.

And yeah, I haven't been by. It's been - uh - rough.

[skitter]

Jacobi's not gotten far from the spa, just out of sight of it, when a cloud of mostly bees flows out of a vent, coalescing into a thin human shape to walk beside him.

""Think they're going to figure their shit out before he hurts one of them?"" hisses the swarm, in an approximation of Taylor's voice.

[mrballisticsdummy]

Jacobi jumps a bit at the sight of the bees coming out of the vent.

"Jesus Christ, Taylor," he mutters, taking a side step. "Were you spying?"

Jacobi, who never expects privacy from anything he does anymore, sounds more amused than annoyed. "I'm not discussing this with a swarm of bees. There has to be a line on weirdness, and this is where I'm drawing it. Where can we talk?"

A day or so after flood

[statementfuckingends]

Looks like all your supplies have finished rolling in. You're welcome, by the way.

[mrballisticsdummy]

The actual supplies or do I have to pay for them?

[epistemological]

I realize you're- you're probably exceptionally busy, given the work you're doing. But do you have a few minutes to talk at all? There's-

There's something I need to talk to you about.

[mrballisticsdummy]

Oh yeah. So busy.

[This is nothing new. He's thriving.]

In person?

The day after the Eyepocalypse ends

[statementfuckingends]

Tim doesn't revive during the apocalypse. It's hard to say if it's can't or won't, but the burned corpse stays exactly where it is, unalive and unmoving under Jon's coat.

It takes until the end of the day after everything goes back to normal, nearly the evening, for the silence to be broken by a breathless groan and the coat shifts, sliding off whole and unmarred skin with a whimper of pain from the man beneath it. It's too much it's too much everything hurts to touch and it's-- this isn't- where...?

[mrballisticsdummy]

Jacobi is there, has been there and might be a lot drunk. So when the coat moves, he doesn't think much of it. He just idly reaches up to settle it back on him from where he's been sitting beside the bed.

And then -

"Oh shit," he mumbles and turns, pulling the jacket down. "Tim?"

[ukan]

Are you busy?

[mrballisticsdummy]

Not at the moment.

voice

[extendedbrutalpipemurder]

Mr. Jacobi. I've heard you come from the same world as my current warden, is that correct?

Re: voice

[mrballisticsdummy]

[Hm....

His answer is bright, despite his initial hesitation.]

You know, I was wondering when you'd darken my doorstep. What can I do for you?