Fourth Floor Common Room, Thursday Morning

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Jak had gotten back to Fandom sometime yesterday, slammed the door to his room, and spent some handwavey time in the shooting range, trying to work off some of his anger. Being Jak, that hadn't been particularly succesfull, and he'd gotten shocked by lightning at least once.

Whatever.

Now it was Thursday, Jak was still pissed off at Torn, and he was coping with that by watching reruns from the Indy whateverthenumber was. He was also cleaning off the base of the Morph Gun - or rather, the innocent block of metal that became the Morph Gun if he put something deadly on it.

Stupid weapons locker.

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Hannibal didn't know why he was awake early other than the class that he was just coming back from. If it hadn't been for that, he'd still be in bed. He was, in fact, heading there when he passed by the common room and spotted Jak.

"You cleaning a rock or something?" Well, it wasn't like he knew weaponry from Jak's world.

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It wasn't like it currently qualified as weaponry. Unless Jak managed to kill someone by throwing it at them, but in that event, everything in the room did.

"Something like that," Jak said, looking up. "Hey."

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"Hey," he said, turning into the common room to grab something to eat and drink. "Haven't seen you in awhile. Been keeping yourself hidden?"

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"I've been home taking care of business," Jak said, dismissively, leaning back against the couch as the cars rounded the bend again on screen. "They have a habit of getting out of hand."

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"Sounds thrilling," Hannibal said, grabbing some orange juice out of the refrigerator and some Pop Tarts from the cabinet before taking a seat. "Guess that means you missed last weekend's fun island weirdness, then?"

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"Can't say I'm depressed about that," Jak said, dumping his feet on the table. "What happened?"

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"Prom," he said, shrugging because that wasn't a big deal. "And then alternate timeline children. Almost everyone became a mommy or a daddy overnight. That'll turn you off sex for awhile."

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"I went to Prom," Jak pointed out, lazily. "Triela asked."

Which was weird, but hey. He wasn't going to say no.

"But the last thing I need is kids."

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"Yeah, the island doesn't care," Hannibal told him, shaking his head. "Last year, I got a daughter, this year, a son. I got lucky. Chuck Bass had like fifty kids running around."

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"That almost makes it a good thing that I was in Haven," Jak said, slanting a look at him. "All I got all weekend was being shot at, blown up, and stabbed."

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Hannibal raised an eyebrow and looked at him a little closer. "And how in the hell are you still walking?"

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"I didn't say 'succesfully'."

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Hannibal winced sympathetically. "You all right, then? They got good medical care back on your home?"

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"No, but I managed to score enough green eco," Jak said, shrugging. "The Baron's not big on medicaid." Look, he did pick up words occasionally.

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"If anything, chicks dig scars," Hannibal said, smirking. "How'd you like prom?"

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Jak shrugged. "It was just... prom, I guess. Like homecoming with less people." Don't expect him to get prosaic about it. "You?"

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"I had a good time," Hannibal said, nodding. "I've stopped minding that I have to dress up and danced with Angela a few times. Might be my last dance before I leave so making it a fun one seemed like the thing to do."

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It was hard not to notice that kind of anger; it felt like it was pulsing out of the common room like a communications array gone haywire or an agitated villip choir. Tahiri had been on her way downstairs to head to the junkyard and check on her X-Wing when she sensed it, and had to stop and see what was going on.

The last time she'd sensed anything like it, she'd been pretty addled by the hallucinogenic fog, but as soon as she spotted its source she recognized him. Well. This was slightly awkward.

"Oh . . . hi, Jak."

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"I don't really... get the clothes," Jak admitted. "Especially ties." They were weird.

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Jak was still slouched on the couch, feet on the end table and staring at his racing... thing.

He didn't have any special senses about... people, so his only response was to blink once, then look up. "...Hey." He didn't exactly remember her name very well.

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"How have you, um, been?" Tahiri asked carefully; she still wasn't very good at this whole social-skills thing, and anyway, how did you attempt to start off small talk with someone when the last time (which was also the first time) you'd run into them, you'd been seeing things and trying to kill each other?

Besides mad about something, anyway. That was kind of obvious, and probably not a good idea to bring up.

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"Busy."

Yeah. Thank you, mr. Verbally Gifted.

"You know, with all the... stuff."

... Yes.

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"Hey..." Hannibal paused and frowned. "I don't think I know you. That's pretty damn rare these days. Hey anyway!"

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"Do you not have formal wear back where you're from?" he asked. " If not, why don't I live there?"

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Jak shrugged a shoulder. "Not where I grew up," he said. "Jungle village."

They didn't even put a lot of faith in shoes where Jak was raised, so...