general pre-game catchall

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Who: Handsome Jack + You
Where: Various
When: Also various!
Summary: This is a general catch-all for pre-game activities — If you'd like to do something in particular, feel free to ask!
Restrictions/Warnings: There's a possibility of violence and morally questionable things since they come hand in hand with Jack, but nothing in particular for now.

i. panera breads i've been banned from (semi-OTA) (~3 years ago)

[ You might know Jack, or at least have heard of him. It's not every day a tech-oriented worker actually requests to go work at the Prisoner Intake Facility, so he's not quite as anonymous as he once was. That's especially true considering what had happened a few years prior, and that, if you have any kind of knowledge of the Company and their gossip, whether you're working for them yourself or just a nosy RAC agent is what had given Jack a bit more of a reputation. It's all rumors, and never anything really confirmed, but those rumors were juicy ones. Apparently a few years ago, Jack's boss had tried to get him killed. It had failed, but now? That boss has been missing ever since, and Jack is comfortably sitting in that spot.

So, definitely juicy gossip. Even the Nines would be proud of that kind of political intrigue.

Even so, it wasn't like Jack had escaped completely unscathed. Where most people would simply put their money into a good plastic surgeon, Jack had taken a very different, though unusual route. If you haven't seen him for a while, you're going to run into it today if you're taking a trip to Leith's bazaar. After all, there are a fair amount of people looking at the man wearing an odd, but what certainly seems to be flesh mask over his face. It might not get many glances on Westerley where body modifications are at least frequent enough, but here? It's a little more jarring to the locals.

Maybe Jack catches you staring or maybe he just speaks to you randomly, but either way, you'll be getting a smile that's almost sharp. ]

Man— [ He laughs out that first part, then shakes his head ] I mean, c'mon, I know I'm handsome, but seriously, the stares? Getting to be a liiiittle much. Dontcha think, pumpkin?

ii. get out of my office (for Killjoys) (~1 year ago)

[ If you're a RAC agent, you might have gotten a warrant with an unusual caveat to just how it's turned in. Warrants with caveats come up every once in a while, sure, but it's usually about the job itself. Instead, this one is about just how it's turned in. Instead of the standard processing, it requests that your person be handed off to a particular sector manager at the facility.

At least you don't have to sit in processing long before a man steps through the door with a bright smile. He's a very clearly strange-looking guy from his mismatched eyes to that odd mask that he's wearing, but at least he's friendly...? Maybe. ]

Ahhhh, there you are! Was wondering where you were, buddy. Would have been a shame to miss ya.

[ It might seem like Jack is talking to you at first, but he plops a hand down briefly on your target's shoulder before he takes a seat across the table. His feet are quickly propped up on the table casually, and he pulls the datapad from under his arm as he looks it over. ]

Soooo, Killjoy! What up. Have a good mission? Bust any heads? Nahhh, what am I saying, of course you did! That's what people pay you for.

[ Now he's talking to you apparently, but disarmingly casually as he looks over the records before intake. Is this really the man you were supposed to drop them off with...? ]

iii. wildcard

[ None of the above work? Make a prompt of your own! I'll happily roll with it, and if you have something specific in mind, you can always ask! ]

Comments

[cauterised]

[The irony of the moniker's not lost on her, but perhaps more importantly neither is the name nor his occupation. She'd have to be deaf and blind not to heard of Jack (or perhaps just downright obtuse), though she never would have imagined to meet him out in idyllic bazaars of Leith.

Her posture doesn't change much - still stiff, still on guard - but there's new recognition clearly present on her face now.]

You're a long way from Old Town then, sir. Are you on vacation?

[She might be Company, but she's also military and some old habits die harder than others. He might not be her direct boss but he's still got more sway in Company operations than she does.]

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[ Jack shrugs, but it's with a light laugh. ]

Ehhh, something like that. Probably more business trip than vacation, but I can take my enjoyment with work too. If the Company will send me on an all expenses paid trip to Leith, I'd be a friggin' idiot to not kick back and relax, right?

[ It's a bit more careful of an answer than it might seem on the surface, since he doesn't necessarily want to reveal too much of the business aspect. He's open and earnest, and the way he talks reflects that, but it also helps to mask a bit of caution. When talking to fellow folks in the Company, it never hurts to err on the side of caution. ]

What about you? You stuck out here for the season?