The Great Jack-Off of 2014

[obeyseventually]

Maybe you took the wrong turn in Fort Frolic, and found yourself in 'Gallery of Narcissus' (which is of course a Hall of Mirrors). Or, maybe you're rich enough to have a huge walk-in-closet, and while you walked in looking for the light, you just kept going. Or maybe you lost track of where you were wandering in the haze of an ADAM high.

Or some other reason - it doesn't matter. Because now, Jack, you're wandering through a labyrinth of mirrors, and no matter where you turn, you see your face.

You're pretty sure that's your face. You're pretty sure that's you, but - is it moving the same way you are? Are you sure?



((ooc: SO THIS IS HOW IT'S GOING TO GO - first comment/tag wherever in a thread, you list your Jack's info in the thread title, NAME / AU / TIMELINE. Example: Jack Wynand - Good End - Post-Game, or Jack Ryan | Batya | Chapter Nine, or Jackie•FemJack Harvester•Neptune's bounty and so on and so forth. Pretty it up as much as you want but have that basic info in there for your first tag so we know what we're working with!

And after that...! Tag around. We don't have to cram up in one thread! Different Jacks could be meeting at different times, form adventuring parties, cross paths with another pack of Jacks, whatever.

For now we're in a standard multiverse meet up kind of thing, but I figure everyone's acquainted, we could start moving to other locations! :D))

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just "Jack" | Bad End | post-WYK but before Point Prometheus | no idea what im doing

[boyo]

[Pretty sure he's been through every trash can on the block, but he could be wrong. He doesn't recognize this place either way. Better check to be sure.

He's soon stepping through the hall full of mirrors and regretting it already. He rubs his eyes. It won't be long before he bashes all of these mirrors in. He knows he's handsome, don't need it visually confirmed in front of him. In fact, it's insulting. How dare they mimic him? Are they making fun of him?

He stops himself in that train of thought. No need to go overboard, they're just mirrors. There's only one of him, and that's what matters.

Those mirrors still need to be broken, though. All this movement in the corner of his eye is making him nervous.]

eyyyyyyyyyy

[wouldnotkindly]

[ Speak for yourself; this Jack doesn't even remember how he got here, and that's only adding to the pile of things that are making this a terrible horrible no-good very bad day. Who the hell builds a hall of mirrors under the sea, anyway?

Still, no reason not to get too nervous. He hasn't heard anything in a while, no splicer mutterings or Big Daddy groans, so surely he's the only one in here—

But in the end his attempts at self-assurance don't really count for much. He spies some movement in his peripheral view, something that he's pretty sure he didn't just do, and he wheels around to face it head-on. ]

sup

[boyo]

[He's had just about enough of these mirrors. They're starting to make him think...

He feels a prickling on the back of his neck and turns, cursing under his breath at his own slowness. Should have known the place would make it hard for him to notice someone else.

Whoever it is is already facing him. It's immediately apparent that something is very wrong here.]

The fuck?

[wouldnotkindly]

[ He startles back when the thing he thought was his reflection speaks, as if seeing the man move on his own wasn't startling enough. At least he holds on to enough self-restraint to keep from immediately firing at him. ]

What are you? [ Some kind of splicer he's never seen before? It's the only explanation he can think of. ]

[boyo]

[Stares for a moment, incredulous.]

...I could ask you the same thing.