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103rd Mission [Open Commentlog]

[Today, Jak's feeling grumpy.

Maybe it's the realization that two years had already passed since he had been snatched from his life and pulled onto this stupid boat.

Maybe it's the memories and sadness dredged up from the remembrance ceremony for his deceased mother a few days ago.

Maybe it's the return of Torn and Ashelin and the knowledge that they're back at square one, as far as friendship goes.

Maybe it's Maia's manipulation and attempts to use him.

More than likely it's a combination of all of the above.

So he's wandering.  He spends some time working on his zoomer on deck twenty, then heads to the buffet for refreshments.  Some training in the forest, and then finally he heads to Sergei's for drinks.

Surely he'll be wonderful company for anyone who runs in to him~

102nd Mission [Video]

[Jak has found a copy of The Lost Frontier and is playing it on Deck 12.]

I don't look like this, right?  What's wrong with my hair?

And why do I sound ...


That's not how Eco works!

[Jak watches as his in-game counterpart mispronounces the word "gun" for the second time, then throws the controller against the wall in frustration.]
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100th Mission [Open Commentlog]

[There's a skinny, tanned, fourteen year old Jak standing in the hallway of deck four looking very, very lost.

This is Jak several months before Daxter got changed into an ottsel, over a year before he was captured by Erol, and more than four years before being exiled into the Wasteland. This is Jak when he was still a bratty, cute teenager that flirted with anyone and ignored the rules in favor of having fun.

And he has no idea where he is or how he got here.
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Ninety-ninth Mission [Closed commentlog]

[Letting out a deep breath, Jak frowns slightly, then blinks open his eyes.  It takes a few moments for him to recognize where he is.

In his room, in bed.  Well this is unusual.  Closing his eyes again, he licks his lips.  His mouth feels like it's full of cotton, and he hurts all over.  There isn't a single part of his body that isn't trying to get his attention, and he makes a small sound of pain in the back of his throat.

Try as he might, he just can't remember what happened, and he just lies there for a while longer.  A few more minutes and he'll try getting up.
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Ninety-eighth Mission [Accidental video]

[The comm flicks on and the video shakes violently for several seconds, the sounds of screeching metal and shattering glass almost covering the loud grunts of pain.  Flashes of spinning scenery and bright yellow-green hair blur here and there, and there's far, far too much red.

Then, everything stops.  The video rocks slightly, then goes still, focused on what looks like a gear stick.  Glass crunches, and there's the quiet purr of an engine.

Far off someone yells something muffled, and then the video cuts out.

(( OOC: Jak has crashed on the racing deck, and as such won't be answering any comments. ♥ ))
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Ninety-sixth Mission [Closed Commentlog]

[Damn it Jinx.  Damn it.

Jak never really
liked the munitions expert, but he never thought he'd stoop as low as raping someone.  People did a lot of illegal things to survive in Haven; stealing, smuggling, even murder if it meant the chance of a step towards freedom.

But rape?  That's different.  That's really different.

And it hits very close to home.  Jak breathes hard through his nose and snarls, kicking at the dresser, then grabbing the lamp and hurling it across the room before slamming his fist against the wall.  He feels the skin on his knuckles tear, but he doesn't care.  It's better to hurt on the outside, than in.
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Ninety-fifth Mission [Closed Commentlog]

[Jak wakes groggily, still sprawled on his back with his legs hanging over the edge of the bed.  His arm's numb from being draped over his face all night and his stomach's doing cartwheels, not to mention the fact that the room is still spinning and there's a hellcat backfiring in his head.

He squints as he assesses. More hungover than drunk. That's something at least.

Sitting up slowly, he puts his head in his hand, shaking out his other arm to get some feeling into it. Now to remember what the hell actually happened. Drinking was one thing, getting so blind drunk he doesn't remember what happened the night before is something else entirely and not really something that happens too often.

He must have had a terrible and irresponsible good reason for it.

(( OOC: backdated to the morning after this log ))