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I heard you blew someone up. Good job with the bomb, you didn't harm the hull.
Hi there... [With a playful lilt to it:] new kid.
I never thought you would betray Maxwell. Congratulations: you surprised me again.
When you have the time, I would speak to you.
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.
If I played a part in that… I’m sorry. I… I thought it would help.
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?"
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?"
"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.
Hey, next time you want to kill us all, at least have the guts to do it yourself.
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?"
Once he's absolutely certain the man is gone, he'll turn to Jacobi.
"Sleep or talk?"
...I heard you died. I'm assuming your, er, Mr. Kepler is handling things?
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.
I'm kind of mad you killed Norton, but he didn't want a revenge killing so. Too bad you died anyway.
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.
Second, the Admiral gave me six hundred and spare for the invoice. Just thought you'd appreciate that.
Jacobi. Where are you at the moment? Can you spare me a few minutes?
Hello, Jacobi.
Can we set aside some time to discuss what happened?
Can we set aside some time to discuss what happened?
[After Jacobi sings this post to her.]
Thank you.
[A pause, and then:] Warren let me listen to his file, just before the breach.
Thank you.
[A pause, and then:] Warren let me listen to his file, just before the breach.
Pop quiz for the grand prize pool of six hundred dollars in cold, hard, literal cash:
What's worse than a mutineer cannibal?
What's worse than a mutineer cannibal?
Don’t suppose you’re up for company?
Also, uh, happy birthday, obviously.
Also, uh, happy birthday, obviously.
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.
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.
""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.
Looks like all your supplies have finished rolling in. You're welcome, by the way.
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.
There's something I need to talk to you about.
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...?
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...?
Are you busy?
Mr. Jacobi. I've heard you come from the same world as my current warden, is that correct?
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