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01 CON ● ACTION ● SIX OF DIAMONDS

( Ever since Adalinda arrived here, she's mostly staying out of sight and keeping to herself -- keeping away from people. If anyone attempted to talk to her up to this point or noticed her hovering close to them while they spoke to someone, she'll feign needing to be somewhere else and get the hell out of there before she can be confronted.

Until she gets her bearings and knows she won't lose her cool at the sight of anything/anyone/whatever, she needs to be by herself and think over the events that lead up to this. Because seriously! Wings on her back? This fancy journal machine... thing that seems to be able to contact others after she carefully inspected it? This sure as hell isn't Germany.

She finally comes to the conclusion that this isn't some sort of elaborate scheme hatched out by the Woman or this is some sort of dying dream she's having. Good for her? Bad for her? Who knows. All she's certain of is that there's a lot of places to explore but sticks to the buildings and houses and you know. Signs of life in this place. Seeing how she's possibly the only member in the Doe gang to be here, she can't afford risking the possibility of getting in trouble until her friends arrived to get her. One way or another. )

I suppose I have to make the most out of this until James or Josie get me out of this mess. Hell, I'll take up Jacob's help if it means getting nagged by him. First things first...

( She gives a distasteful look at her new outfit. One thing she cannot abide is being stuck with the clothes she finds herself wearing and careful inspection of the place she woke up this morning reveals no signs of her original outfit.

So rain or not she'll be heading to the Clothing Shop to find something nicer to wear and then check out the Welcome Center after hearing about it here and there. For now she'll duck into buildings or go closer to houses in a subtle attempt to inspect them, scout them out. She's no Point Person but she reckons she can pick up a thing or two from what she may 'accidentally' see or 'overhear'.

That and the rain was annoying to deal with how it made her hair get so matted and tangled and she wanted as much shelter from the weather as possible until she got to her destinations. She has a feeling this place doesn't have her brand of hair products. Great. )

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( She is leaving the general vicinity of where they are if that happened.

Ahhh. Parlay. Now she gets what he's trying to ask her but that's something she doesn't do. That was more of Jacques' thing or Matt-- No. No. She will not think of that asshole of all times. She does her best to keep a sunny smile on her face when the invasive thoughts of him come along. )

I see. Forgive me for not realizing it sooner and no. I never did before since I focused more on my studies to this day. I do wish I could help you remember whatever you're tying to recall. It sounds important.

I think it had somethin' to do with a fierce pirate crew and cursed treasure.

[The details are hazy.]

Tell me: have you any experience with "shifts"?

( "Shifts"? That was something she never heard of before when talking to the others. )

Oh no. Seeing how I've only arrived today and all, I believe have yet to experience nor have I been told anything about this yet. ( She wonders if it had anything to do with the earlier mention of this 'fierce pirate crew' and 'cursed treasure' of his? ) Is it common here?

Oh, very much so! In fact, I stand before you a shifted man!

[His voice squeaks on "man".]

'S why I cannot remember about the parlay-ing.

( She tries not to burst out laughing when his words finally click together in her head. Pirate and treasure? So he was a pirate that was turned into... this?

Doing her best to act appropriately shocked by this revelation, she is genuinely curious by this development. There's something here that can change a person so much? What an awful but interesting thought. )

How long have you been like this, my dear Jackie? I hope this won't be a long effect for your person. If you're this charming now, I would love to see your true identity.

A few days. Or...longer. In their cage, I was like this. In the white room.

[That was the laboratory where all their hideous experiments took place.]

But....you would? My true...true identity?

( White rooms? That must be where they get experimented on.

Not wanting to drag this unusually lively conversation down with inquiring more about it, she focuses on the positive, looking and sounding sincere when she gives her answer. )

Of course. Why wouldn't I? You haven't given me a reason yet on why I shouldn't meet the real you.

....I'm scary. Ish. That's why. Beautiful women do not always want anything to do with scary fellows what pillage and steal and maraud.

Are you saying that you're worried you'll scare me off with your dashing antics when you are back to normal? ( She giggles and smiles, looking charmed if anything. ) Please! All that you are accomplishing, my dear, is convincing my interest of you!

I've always wanted to meet a man of adventure and daring. It sounds like you fit the criteria perfectly with how this conversation is going. ( And, to be fair, she's no better when it comes to her occupation. Cast not the first stone unless you want an ugly black eye. )

I also drink rum. In...quantities what could be described as copious.

I happen to drink a lot of champagne and wine myself. I've never tried rum before but should you ever need a drinking buddy, you know where I am. And you know I'm available at anytime.

[There was always SOMEONE to drink with at Good Spirits, but it wasn't an unwelcome invitation. Jack had a strange feeling that, after this Shift was over, he was going to need lots and lots of Rum.

For now, he couldn't stomach the stuff. The nerd-constitution had no tolerance for alcohol.]

I'm skeptical about the anytime bit, but...aye. We'll see, I suppose.

Why do you doubt me on this? ( She crosses her arms and looks away, giving a convincing hurt look at his words. )

Are you suggesting that I cannot hold my liquor? That is a great offense to not only myself but my beloved grand-mère'! She never needed glasses when it came to the spirits. Always drank straight from the bottle and I like to think I inherited a bit of that strength from her.

[Sigh. Now he'd offended her. Why was it that nerds could never quite get the bearings of a female creature? They always distressed them or drove them to drink straight from bottles.]

FINE. Fine. I do not doubt you, darling -- I'd never suggest such a thing as that. Straight from the bottle! No doubts! I'm merely stating the fact of the matter, which is that in this Shifted self, I can barely stand a drop of the stuff.

( Just like that, she perks up again and seems to think on what he said. It explains why she suddenly snaps her fingers like a lightbulb turned on. )

So how about we make a promise with each other? When you are in your normal state, we'll have a drink to celebrate your return to your old self. Until then, would you just like to have tea or non-alcoholic drinks with me?

Is this a date?! Are you asking me out on a date?!

( Sure. They can go with that too. )

We can go with that if you want and if you'll allow it.

[A cooler person would roll with this and take her up on the offer. Nerdy Jack is incapable of any kind of follow-through. Really.

He turns red, and then pale, and then red again. A terrible feeling begins brewing in the depths of his belly.

And then he turns and begins to run away.]

Sorry! Sorry! I'm going to vomit! I'm going to vomit all over your pretty feet!

Putain.

( .... Alright.

That was a reaction she hasn't gotten before. Points to him for having a unique reaction to her. Now Should she follow him to make sure he doesn't trip all over himself or leave him be?

After a few moments of careful deliberation, she decides to make sure he's alright for the moment while getting an answer out of him about this 'date' of theirs. Its never nice to leave a lady hanging. )

C’est vraiment des conneries... Excuse me! Excuse me! Are you okay now? Jackie?

The contents of my stomach are going to spew forth imminently!

[Short answer: No. Jack IS going to stop running and practice taking some deep, slow breaths, though.]

I can't help but admire how you're still able to give an elegant answer, my dear.

( When she gets close enough to him, she tries to be a comforting figure while he takes his breath. Unsure if she should touch him or not, she keeps her hands to herself as to not cause a further mess. )

If you need to heave. Go ahead. Please! You look horrid. ( She's making sure there's no chances of there being. Backsplash being possible on her. No thanks. )

[There -- there it was. Beautiful women ultimately horrified by nerds. It was his life story, really. Jack turns to leave her, muttering all the while.]

Sorry, sorry sorry sorry sorry. Not at all well at the moment, sorry! Not myself.

( Now she feels bad for her comments. Congratulations Addie. You've wounded someone's self-esteem and, for once, find yourself unable to take enjoyment in it.

She reaches out to grab his hand, gentle but quick before he can slip off. )

I know you are sorry but do not be. It is like how you said, my dear. You're not yourself. You should not be ashamed for something out of your control. ( The loathing of being helpless and making a fool of one's self is something she can connect to. A lot. ) I would like to apologize for my behavior a few moments ago. That was simply an unneeded exaggeration for the situation.

[Out of control. That's what everything felt like lately. Jack lets go of her hand, only to turn his back to her and pull up the back of his shirt. Etched across the upper part of his back are words: The floggings will continue until Morale improves.]

This is what they did to me last time. My morale's never been more buggered.

( She does't need to be an actress to convey her horror at the sight of it because she is horrified by it. What exactly is happening in this place? The others she spoke to -- They make it sound so safe, if eccentric at times, and yet here she is finding out about this. )

Oh mon Dieu. C'est affreux. Comment peut-on faire cela à un autre? Même John Doe pourrait être dégoûté par cette mesure. ( Ugh. Bad habit of hers. She touches his back lightly, looking at the words carefully like they would simply disappear in front of her. ) I'm so sorry this happened to you, my dear.

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