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[tacticalvisor]

For network, messenger bird, or other such IC contact. Also works for actionspam as needed.

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[gr1m]

Couldn't leave them bloodied on the streets.

[Had literally stitched them both up to different degrees and- Yeah. They had been, all of the animals now surrounding him in one way or another. Probably why there was one arm around Thalia since she was the one flopped across his upper half.

Easier to lay that way.]

Relaxed a good bit here.

[Him or the dogs?]

[tacticalvisor]

Easy to. Biggest threat's ourselves, here. [As opposed to anything that'd need...say, Overwatch. The thought sends him to another deep drink, and he lets this one linger before silently offering out the bottle.

You want at least some of this, because at this rate, he's gonna down the whole thing]

[gr1m]

Isn't that the damned truth. [Nothing needed Overwatch- the idea behind it and those who stayed true to it maybe, but this place was filled with people who trusted too goddamn easily. Naive hope.

That shit destroyed lives far too easily.

Gabriel huffed and did take the bottle, finally pushing that beanie up enough he could see. Red-on-black eyes a bit dulled as he took a swig before holding it up so Jack could take it back easily enough.]

[tacticalvisor]

[Jack'll take it and just hold it, keeping it within reach. He knows when he's had enough, and when he's starting to go on about the past, well. That's quite a bit. He does rub his face again, almost absentmindedly asking a question]

Sure you don't want Ana? Pretty sure you're on better terms with her.

[gr1m]

[He snorted, eyes nearly rolling and just making some lower sound at a small white cat bumping her head against his jaw while purring loudly. Right, right.]

I don't feel like getting lectured over what I should and shouldn't be feeling right now, and I wouldn't be as sure of that as you think, Morrison.

[tacticalvisor]

Just asking. Guess it's nice to know you prefer me when I'm tipsy.

[It's a joke. Sort of. Maybe he should try something else.]

Knock knock.

[gr1m]

Your smiles are far less threatening.

[Dry as hell and he may be grabbing for that bottle just to take a deeper swig of it. Enjoy the burn and maybe let some of that chase away the cold and.. other shit he just didn't want to think about.

There was a reason he didn't want to be alone with himself. Even if tat apparently meant two old assholes drinking on the floor.]

Who's there.

[tacticalvisor]

Tank. And at least I have the right kind of teeth in mine.

[As opposed to those sharp, pointed things Reyes has at times.]

[gr1m]

[That was definitely Gabriel sticking his tongue out, briefly-] One of many fucked up side effect from whatever the hell I am now.

Tank who.

[tacticalvisor]

You're welcome.

[Because he's pretty sure that was the only way those set of words were going to be said. Just gonna take another swig, thank you~]

[gr1m]

[Gabriel snorted, some noise caught between that and a laugh before-

That was a handful of golden orange petals just tossed Jack's way so'd they'd just flutter at him. Weirdly sweet scent but hey, at least there was no cold clinging to those.]

Boo. Hiss.

[tacticalvisor]

[Jack raises his hand to bat them away, some light warm glow radiating from him. He doesn't seem really aware of it.]

Dogs liked it. Didn't you, Sam. [Gonna just go ahead and get the animals on his side]

[gr1m]

Sam doesn't know any better, sharp as he is.

[Have a stemless marigold just lightly tossed enough to harmlessly thump against Jack's chest. Even if it might explode into a few weirdly sweet smelling petals upon that light impact.

They were all good animals.] He'd agree the sky was green if you rubbed his belly.

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[He'll go ahead and pick up some of the petals - whatever he can - and drop them on Reyes' face.]

'Scause he's a good boy. Aren't you, boy. [He'll lean over enough where he can stroke Sam's ears.]

[Absentmindedly, he's noting the flowers as a good sign. Reyes doesn't seem to be as...gloomy, at least.]

[gr1m]

[The wonders of being able to get a buzz off something that could easily get the both of them drunk and.. a good distraction. Wouldn't be hard to fall back into it still, but at the moment...

At the moment he was just wrinkling his nose and trying to just puff a bit of air to blo the petals off.]

He's got simple wants.

[tacticalvisor]

Maybe you should take a page out'f his book. [A pat to Angie] Or hers. Or any of theirs. [He shifts, leaning on a hand as he takes a long look at the animal pile] They're able to get out if they need to, right?

[gr1m]

I got simple wants, you brought one of them with you. [Wiggling that uncorked bottle of gargleblaster thank you.]

Built a doggie door after I got the big girls. [That'd be the pat to Thalia and Clio's heads-] Leads out back, reason I was working on that fence. Keep shit that follow basic rules out and give them a sense of their property.

Make 'em feel secure.

[The fence that Jack probably finished up for that time he randomly turned up to repair whatever he saw needed repairing or he could just improve. Not even bringing that one up.]

Even Roxy learned to use it.

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[Good, he won't have to clean up dogshit. Not that he smells it, but. Still. Jack grunts, continuing to pet whatever dog's in reach, or whatever one stirs for attention]

You should've been the farm boy. Got the knack for animals, anyway. [beat] Or just strays, I guess.

[gr1m]

[He was a responsible pet owner, thank you very much Jack Morrison.]

Strays. [Something weirdly final about that statement.

Gabriel shook the bottle a bit, judging something by the small amount of liquid he heard-]

You only bring one? Asking in case you might want more.

[tacticalvisor]

[That gets a shake of the head, and a slight wave of the hand. Just the one, and he's fine without any more]

'Syours if you want it. Didn't know how much it was needed.

[And then he had about half anyway. But being tipsy mean something good;]

'Mstill sober enough to get more, if we need it. [beat] Or you think if we put out a call someone'll answer?

[He's joking.

Probably.]

[gr1m]

Got a better idea.

[Eyes closed for a moment, adjusting himself in a slight shift under all the dogs, cat, and chicabo-]

There's a pink thermos-like water bottle on my kitchen counter. Fill that up with water for me?

Got something o show you.

[Jack'd remember it from their trip, even if he clearly had juice in it during that one. No drinking while hunting.]

[tacticalvisor]

That thing you brought on the hunt?

[But this means he has to get up. LAME. Still, he'll take a moment, sigh, and then get to his feet. He's not drunk enough to be wobbly on it, but it takes him a bit before he comes back and-]

This thing?

[-holds it out]

[gr1m]

Yeah.

[Just found it suddenly at his feet and. Well.

Found out a few things about it.

He killed the bottle in hand and set it aside as he reached out for the water bottle-]

You fill it up for me? Can sit back down.

[tacticalvisor]

Yeah. [He'll get back on his ass, then, in an easy sprawl.] You gonna show me a magic trick or something?

[He's not joking. Fuck this place.]

[gr1m]

[The water bottle was turned in his hands a bit, holding it above one of the dogs and-]

Yeah, it's a good one at least.

[Opened the bottle and took a sip before holding it out with a twitch at the corner of his mouth.]

Have some.