Private Convo - Jack and Tim - Sunday August 20

[almosthandsome]

[So that had been...something. Chick had had style, that's for sure.]

[Jack's tired. It's been a hell of a week, and he knows that if he's feeling this shitty now, it's only gonna get worse. They'll make it worse. He knows they would, because if he was doing this, that's what he'd do. Not that he's interested in hosting any death games, but if he did...]

[He needs to relax. Luckily, he's the guy with the booze. So he grabs the rum, finds his double, and gestures for the other guy to follow him. They're gonna go drink at the hot spring, since nothing disgusting was found in it this week.]

So this morning sure happened.

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actually remembers to tag this one

[secondhandsome]

[This is all really... exhausting. Oh, sure, running around Elpis had been worse, physically speaking at the very least, but there was at least adrenaline to carry him through that. Or sometimes Athena, literally. This was just... ugh.]

Yeah, it uh... yeah.

I'm almost starting to miss just getting shot at. It's more straightforward.

[almosthandsome]

Tell me about it. I'd take the Legion over this any day. This is so much bullshit...

But that's why we're gonna relax. I mean, as much as we can.

[They need this. There's not much in the way of stress relief around here, but at least there's the hot springs.]

What the hell else are we gonna do, sit around and think about how we're probably gonna die?