closed for @astrcncmical !
it had been another one of those weird days where jack woke up feeling completely out of place with the world, so he wasn’t particularly keen on going anywhere or doing anything. instead, he stayed in his pajamas, his hair an untamed mess as he sat on the couch and attempted to flip through channels. 1912 was a helluva long time ago, and he had certainly never seen a device like this before he wound up back in london. thankfully, his roommate seemed much more up-to-date with technology than he was, so he relied on her almost completely to explain the very basics. “ syd ? what does this button mean ? “ he asked, pointing to the MENU button. “ does this thing serve food ? “













