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Who or what is ‘Jack’?

I need an ice-breaker... (prompts)

What’s Jack up to? (RP)

Got any good stories, Jack? (ficlets)

“Hey Jack...?” (Answers from Jack)

“Hey guys...?” (Answers from anyone else)

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#prompts

🔴💉⚫🐍

- 💙

His laugh is rueful and he rubs the back of his neck with one hand and jerks his thumb at the building behind him, "More than half my job here is cleaning up blood and gore splatter... so nah, I'm not afraid of it." "I work with and pick up sharp objects all the time. I have a healthy respect for 'em, but no fear..." "The dark? Not really. I mean, no more than any other person is afraid of the dark, I'd say. There's that whole 'nothing scarier than the unknown' thing though... right?"

"Nah, had too many outdoor jobs to be worried about reptiles. The amount of snakes I've dragged out of sheds and toilets and cupboards and odd corners might surprise you..."

#jackchat

🌊?

🐛?

- 👖

"Oh, deep water isn't too bad. I can swim okay and I don't freak out when I can't see or touch the ground. Would probably freak out if I'm on open water and the waves are bad, though..." He chuckles, "...I can't really afford to be afraid of bugs. Most of my jobs have me dealing with them or working beside them."

#jackchat

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Ask my muse how they feel about these common fears! 🐛 - Bugs ⚡ - Lightning 🐍 - Reptiles ☁️ - Heights 🔥 - Fire 🔴 - Blood 💉 - Sharp Objects 🌊 - Deep Water 🎎 - Dolls ⚫ - Darkness 👻- Ghosts 📦 - Tight Spaces ➖ - Earthquakes

(Feel free to add more!)

#prompts

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Reblog if you don’t mind random inbox starters that aren’t memes

#prompts

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what could you possibly need wrenches this size for

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rpg melee weapon

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BUILDIN’ A SENTRY

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ERECTIN’ A DISPENSER

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FOR WHEN A TELEPORTER GOIN’ UP!

jackofmanytf2

"Physical maintenance to a number of objects and people... Works like a charm."

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🌕 I'm not sure if you want to interact with Hazel here too or not. And you're perfectly welcome to turn it down ^^ RP blog is over at hybridagencies.

Turning a corner sharply, Jack runs headlong right into Hazel, concealing something against his chest with his left arm. Making a grunt of protest, the janitor stumbles back and then against the wall, leaning heavily with his right shoulder.He’s very pale and in something of a sweat.“Hi Hazel...” He says quietly, avoiding eye-contact.Whatever he’s concealing against his chest is small. Or maybe it’s just his right hand. Something smells like burnt flesh...@hybridagencies

hybridagencies

She staggers herself when collided with, almost tripping over her own heel before getting herself properly balanced again. Gladly she hadn't been moving at speed, instead taking up an idle pattern of sweep of the halls arkund intel. The smell has her instinctively wrinkling her nose before it even really registered. Her attention immediately on the janitor before dropping to his chest and where he clutched his arm. She was already moving to strap her scattergun to her hip

"Jack?"

It's easy to tell he's injured, and with the smell she was betting pyros. She's only got a handful of knowledge with first aid. Sure. More than most. How to set and splint bones, stitch bullet wounds, and the like. But even in a family full of firebugs. Burn treatment had never really come up. Nevertheless, she was still pulling the strap of her bag so that it swung around to the front. Attempting to take stock of his injuries without prying, yet. "Jesus. How bad is it?"

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“Uh...” Maybe he doesn’t want to tell, or maybe he’s a little bit delirious with pain. Perhaps a bit of both. “Just uh... lookin’ for a medkit... or a doc...” His voice is very small and soft. Shaky. His eyes dart around, not feeling safe not in motion while a battle is going on. Looking at his friend, he realizes that she’s not safe either and he really doesn’t want to watch something happen to her because she’s trying to help him. “Go, we gotta go!”

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🎃 (jackofmanytf2)

A boot nudged a chunk of pumpkin off the roof of the old camper van. Stepping away from the edge to eye the expanse of the top for any more scattered bits and pieces of orange globs. Hands propped on his hips, a look of faint exasperation on his glasses-less expression. Those are probably somewhere in the yuck he'll have to fig around and find.Making a note; limit the amount of explosives and/or blunt objects allowed near the pumpkin carving. What started out as a two person venture, ended in a messy pumpkin massacre. Mundy exhaled slowly from his nose. Still mourning the loss of his carving, after spending so long sketching and etching into the surface of a nice and plump pumpkin. Only for it to be caught in the crossfire. Oh well... It was then the marksman noticed a familiar person to approach. No doubt to start cleaning the mess of pumpkin guts and any other possible extremities. He wordlessly hummed, slowly clambering down the ladder off his van with a thought... That was an idea.The Aussie was smart enough to keep extras. More so for himself to carve later on, but. Well, he didn't want to leave the set up to waste quite yet... Picking up two, evidently much smaller than what he'd started with, nicely shaped pumpkins. He'd set them down on the tarp as the man in charge of maintenance was closer, once in range he'd waved for them. "Be a shame to let em' waste, yeh?"(jackofmanytf2)

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Pushing along a wheelbarrow loaded with a shovel and his most waterproof work gloves, Jack halted and regarded the waving Sniper. He’d been told about a ‘biological sort of mess’ out here, and it had been suggested that maybe cleaning such a mess up was in his purview even though it wasn’t on the base proper. Not one to argue semantics with mercenaries terribly often, Jack had shrugged and gathered his equipment to see what he could do about the mess. Admittedly, it had taken him a few moments to realize that the scene of the mess was Mr. Mundy’s camper, not... behind it or something. “Oh, hey Mr. Mundy!” He greeted, doing his best to hide his nervousness. The Sniper went out of his way, at times, to be polite and cordial and sometimes even openly friendly to Jack. Unfortunately, Mr. Mundy was still Australian, with a heavy Australian accent. Try as he might, Jack couldn’t consistently stamp down the fear... “Those are... they’re nice. Nice pumpkins!” He admitted, working through what sounded like an invitation to assist in the carving of them into jack-o-lanterns. Heh. Jack-o-lanterns... “Uh... you need a hand, then?”

#jack-o-lantern w/Mundy #Hi Mundy Hi hi! :D

🌕 I'm not sure if you want to interact with Hazel here too or not. And you're perfectly welcome to turn it down ^^ RP blog is over at hybridagencies.

Turning a corner sharply, Jack runs headlong right into Hazel, concealing something against his chest with his left arm. Making a grunt of protest, the janitor stumbles back and then against the wall, leaning heavily with his right shoulder. He’s very pale and in something of a sweat. “Hi Hazel...” He says quietly, avoiding eye-contact. Whatever he’s concealing against his chest is small. Or maybe it’s just his right hand. Something smells like burnt flesh... @hybridagencies

#Hi Hazel hi!#injury prompt rp