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[mrballisticsdummy]

[Anyone who's met Jacobi for more than fifteen seconds would be forgiven in thinking that this isn't Jacobi. This isn't the same man who packed explosives gleefully while being a sarcastic brat all at the same time. But Jacobi knows this. He knows what this is. So he's cheerful in a way that he had to once be literally programmed into.]

Hey guys! This isn't so bad, right? We're definitely going to be alright, aren't we? I mean! At least we have some food and water and a place to sleep! That's progress and something we can look forward to! We just need to work together and keep our chins up, right?

[Spam]

[It's easy to play the part when he isn't actually with anyone else. But Jacobi is frayed at the edges, and he knows that this won't last. There's even a time when he wishes for the regulator again. The very thing that had taken his freedom from him. And those times are when he paces his room like a caged tiger.

And that room is as much his prison as he makes it. Jacobi doesn't leave his room except when forced to work or forced to sing or forced to be social. He will take visitors, but he won't be pleasant to be around. He knows he can't graduate that way, but it just feels so good to be angry. Especially at first.]

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[tinstar]

[It was only because of the Sunrise Sunset Kymbya circle that Raylan knew Jacobi was here, but he hunted the man down as soon he could, after being pulled away by his Assistant for 'therapy'.

These fraking curtains. Raylan hated them already. Nothing to knock on, no real privacy.]

Jacobi? [He'd amble down a few doors before trying it again.] Marco? [He'd wait to see if he got a Polo in return.]

Where are you at?

[mrballisticsdummy]

[It's Raylan. He can do this. He can do this.

Fudging bullshorts, this.]

I'm here.

[He doesn't get up and doesn't answer Polo. He's not in the mood for games. Or fun. Or frivolities. He's lying on his back on his bed, a plastic chess piece in his hands that looks suspiciously like one from the common area. He tosses it up like a baseball and catches it on the way down.]

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[just7seconds]

[Cloud recognizes the voice, but it isn't someone he's talked to, one-on-one before. Though, the fact that he has the enthusiasm of a literal sloth isn't affected by how little he knows the guy. He would respond this way to pretty much anyone.]

Yeah. [A sigh.] It's great.

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[mrballisticsdummy]

[Jacobi is trying, but it's harder when he's interacting with other people. So this takes a second.]

Nah, man. Just keep your eyes on the goal! It'll be fine.

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[wastedluck]

[Oswald is painfully familiar with that sort of cheer. He'd managed it for a few weeks, back at his first graduation, but it didn't last. Couldn't, really, ya burn out real fast lighting both ends like that.

So he does make an effort to go out of his way and check on the super angry fella, when he sees the human hasn't come out in a few hours. He just peeks his head around the corner, ears telegraphing his existence like a giant beacon.]

You're one a' them new guys, ain't ya?

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[mrballisticsdummy]

[Jacobi hesitates, just blinking first at the ears and then the voice it belongs to.]

What the fork are you?

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[grantedglory]

[ Knock knock knock knock! ]

Um, hi there Mr. New Guy! I was just coming to bother you cause we've got the storytime coming up soon and I know you're way too grown-up for that sort of thing but the Nurse really likes it if you show up sooooo I thought I should probably just tell you about it?

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[mrballisticsdummy]

[Jacobi is behind his curtain, hands on his stomach, staring at the ceiling. Clearly exceptionally busy. So when he's interrupted by a girl, he just huffs out a sigh.]

I'm good here. I have a stomachache.

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[fork_off]

[Blanky is also relentlessly stiff-upper-lipping it. It could be worse! He's in a position to help people! It doesn't matter that he's in a whole new place and missing Crozier like a limb!]

Very good idea! Chin up, we're not dead yet!

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[mrballisticsdummy]

...oh good. You're here.

[He meant to make it sound cheerful, but he just can't.]

[routemistress]

Oh, thank fudge, you're 'ere.

[mrballisticsdummy]

Yeah.

Just me.

[whippersnapped]

A skinny kid ducks his head in, and wordlessly leaves a peanut butter and banana sandwich and an orange on Jacobi's side of the curtain.

[mrballisticsdummy]

"Hey! What if I had a nut allergy?" he calls out softly but doesn't actually mean it. He does snatch the sandwich away and rips it in half to eat it.

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[stressingwitchface]

Precisely! I think this is much better than the place we were before.

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[mrballisticsdummy]

Yeah? Are you into the singing?

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[extendedbrutalpipemurder]

[ someone looks bright and cheery and all put together ]

That's the spirit, Mr. Jacobi. Keep it up and you'll become an assistant in no time.

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[mrballisticsdummy]

[Ugh.]

Isn't that the dream?

[skitter]

It's a few days in when Taylor's collected herself enough to chart out who's where, and she comes to knock on the wall beside his curtain.

"Hey, it's me."

He's probably already seen the butterflies. Under no control, they've been getting everywhere.

[mrballisticsdummy]

He's lying in his bed when she walks in - something he's doing more of lately. And when she walks in, he doesn't say anything. He just moves over to make room for her. He has his ring off, rolling it between his fingers.

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[worthallthis]

B still kind of doesn't like you, Jacobi, but not so much that he can't feel kind of bad hearing you pace your stupid cabin every time B passes by. It feels too much like how he paces his own, or paces the halls, or used to pace the Barge, when he couldn't sleep. He knows he's not the only one who hates this place. Especially after that fake-cheer message on the network.

So after a day or two, he swings by intentionally, and brings Libby, Steve's fluffy and friendly golden retriever-husky mix (well, they guess, anyway; she's not from Earth technically). He raps gently on the wall beside the door.

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[mrballisticsdummy]

He looks over, stretching his arms in front of him and raising a brow at the dog. "They let you bring pets."

It's not really a question.

"How's it going?" B has always just been the guard in the room with Connor - nothing more, nothing less. As time has gone on, any residual feelings he has have faded into neutrality.

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[everythinglost]

Yeah, like they say, the more we stick together, the happier we'll be. And in such cheery surroundings.

[Fitz is making an attempt. There is a path out, and one he has a slightly easier time believing in, but he's just not the best at 'cheerful'.]

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[mrballisticsdummy]

And your friends are my friends and my friends are your friends?

I don't know about that. Who are your friends?

[no_innocents]

[ It is when Jacobi is walking past his door on the way to one of those activities that he will open his (far too small) door and beckon the other man in. Hopefully, he can recognize the hand.]

[mrballisticsdummy]

[He pauses, blinking at the hand, and then ducks inside the curtain, letting it fall behind him.]

[why_me]

Got an edge of manic there, new guy. Tone that down and you've almost got it.

[mrballisticsdummy]

Look, I'm fighting through some rampant depression here. It's like when you put on the gas to go up a hill and you end up speeding on the other side.