NAVIGATION;
Feb. 7th, 2020 01:20 am❚❚❚❚❚ consignment. JONATHAN "JACK" BENJAMIN | NHD-A10-BNJ-131 ![]() |
a (training);SELENA;
[ if you're very unlucky, jack's just emerging from the black box, skin pale, hands shaking, brows deeply knit, and probably looking torn between emotionally/spiritually devastated and so pissed off he could rip someone's throat out, probably yours. either way, what comes out of his mouth when he spots you looking at him isn't terribly promising. ]
Don't you have work to do? Outside of polishing the floors with your drool? [ what's the adage? 'take a picture, it'll last longer'? that's what he means.
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but hopefully you're more on the lucky side, and you've caught him at a moment he's not so horribly bitchy (there's always some level of bitchiness to be had, this is jack, after all). after substrata, so many years ago, when he'd first had the his skeleton reinforced with the kind of thing they plate rovers with, he'd started to learn that punching people was now a lot like hitting them with metal bats. after years and years of training how exactly to hit, it what angle, and with what twist from what muscles, jack's sort of perfected the art of maximizing how deeply he can shatter bones on people just be means of hitting them with himself, really. all that training built a habit, and he tends to be in training rooms as often as he is drinking, these days. considering his drinking issues have really only increased since coming into this contract ten years ago, that's something.
thus, it's not hard to find in there, in some range between calming tapping at a punching bag to full on near screaming while hitting it so hard it starts to rip. because jack definitely still has anger problems. but one way or the other, when he hears the doors of the training room zip open, he'll be peering over a shoulder. ]
Need the room?
b (draaaank);
[ who's drinking his feelings 24/7? jack benjamin, and who's surprised by it? no one. the man frequents the neheda bar so much that he's come up with names for each of the skellies that run it, and life stories, and can be seen asking one of them "so, how's the wife" now and again, while still mostly sober. of course, without an answer, but that doesn't stop jack from a good chat. if there's nothing else jack benjamin can do, it's bullshit his pretty, pretty face off. but hopefully he has a drinking partner with actual skin and organs tonight, and hopefully that is you. ]
To the next mission being based on an abandoned, tropical, island paradise. [ cheers, sir or madam. ] And the hope for multiple equipment malfunctions setting us behind schedule.
[ i forgot to write a selena prompt oops and now i'm tired, idk. put him anywhere here. yolo, i'm lazy. this was jack's top level last time they were on Selena, so idk, use any of that, lalalalalala. ]EUDIOVERSE;
m&g;
[ jack hasn't worn clothes this normal in... ages, it feels like. even what he has for casual gear on the Neheda still has it's Space Fashion kick to it, and he owns maybe... two or three normal t-shirts these days. hell, he'd nearly forgotten what simple jeans feel like, and they just fit a bit odd now. not uncomfortable, just odd. it's more the slim t-shirt that's bothering him anyway, with how exposed he's feeling, certain that the cybernetic spine that protrudes about an inch about his skin at his back is too easy to see, especially given the fact it fucking glows just a little, at the sides.
it's also been a very long time since jack has felt uncomfortable in his skin, or been back to this part of his life - the gatherings. the socializing, smiling like he's actually happy to be here, like he actually gives half a crap about the others whirling around him. like he's a prince, still, and not some corporate mercenary that's sacrificed entire worlds, entire races, for personal gain. all rationalizing aside. you can never really get away from what it boils down to, and being in a place like this, again, where he's the only one aware of the tar clinging to his soul, not surrounded by the other crew in the same sinking ship as him... it's not great. enough that, at one point, he's snapping away from the latest person he'd been flirting with, of whatever gender happens to be available (it's quantity here, not quality), and heads for the door, needing some air. that's unfortunately the same time one of the servers comes by to shove some mozzarella sticks in his face. ]
I don't eat anything that fried. Peddle your heart failure elsewhere, and get the hell out of my way.
cuddlr lol (pretend the nasa logo isn't there);
Jack Benjamin (>20, <100)I don't cuddle. I'll manage companionable silence whilst sitting closely. Sex is also on the table, and preferred.
Don't touch my spine. Don't ask me about space. Women need not apply.✓ ✕
YES
NO
texts (some tflns, some just........ jack);a; FUCKING. WATER. DROPS.
b; Do you think I have tenure yet? At what year of service does "punting obnoxious junior recruits into alien volcanoes for the betterment of the crew" become something one can reasonably get away with? Asking for a friend.
c; Star Trek does not adequately answer all the questions that I have about alien genitals.
d; This hickey is now green and covers half my neck. I have an alien hickey. I think he thought my neck was dinner.
e; How did we start talking about space blow jobs?
![]() ![]() JACK SERVANT + HOUSE DUBOIS DISOWNED, BRANDED & SHUNNED EVERY TEN YEARS, A GIRL OF AGE — WHO IS EDUCATED IN THE ARTS, POSSESSED OF GLOWING HEALTH, AND MADE STRONG BY TRIALS OF WAR — IS OFFERED TO THE GODS FOR BLESSING AND GOOD FORTUNE. SHE BECOMES THE QUEEN OF ALL THAT IS GOOD, AND FOR TEN YEARS SHE WILL RULE IN ABSOLUTE POWER OVER THE REALM. THIS IS THE STORY OF WHAT COMES BEFORE SHE IS CROWNED. |
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❚❚❚❚❚ WEAPONS. ■ COMPACT GAUSS GUN. (20 of 20) rounds chambered, 1 spare magazine 20 round capacity (20 ROUNDS), 5 spare magazines 50 rounds capacity (166 ROUNDS). ❚❚❚❚❚ TECH. ■ PERSONAL ITEM. Tablet containing Joseph Lasille's suicide note video; Shiloh, Gilboa - October 2009. ❚❚❚❚❚ OTHER. ■ CROWN OF GILBOA. Perfect condition, hidden in his room or carried around in his pack on rare occasion. |
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❚❚❚❚❚ IC.■ PHYSICAL AFFECTION: Sure, but as a rule on reciprocation or Jack's reaction to it, generally, if Jack hasn't voluntarily touched you, it's probably not a great idea to touch him if you're expecting anything reciprocating. He might even just dead-eye you until you let him go, depending on who it is. For real, dude doesn't even hug his own mother back. Casual hook-ups will have positive contact during, obv, but it'll cease after the fact. TOUCHING HIS SPINE IS A BAD IDEA, even if he's more chill with it now. About nine years ago, Jack was pretty brutally tortured for seeeeveral hours/close to a day, and it involved breaking every vertebrae in his spine one at a time, and he had to remain conscious for it, and ended up paralyzed and confused for a while too so. As a general rule, you probably don't want your character touching his spine, even if it is pretty and glowy and shiny and sticking out of his back now, unless they want to be punched, shoved or pistol whipped. :|b His general back is fine, just, fingers directly poking at his spine is super not okay. |
❚❚❚❚❚ OOC.■ PLAYER: Jen |
❚❚❚❚❚ LANGUAGE.■ BIBLICAL HEBREW: As a note on the language Jack natively speaks, I've been doing ranting plurks about trying to figure this out since the beginning of this gd game. THIS IS THE ISSUE. Kings is a modernization of a biblical story, with real, biblical geographic places within it (not exactly where and what they should be (i.e., instead of just a mountain "Gilboa" is a country)), and there is no England or America, therefore, despite the fact that the show is done in English with American accents, they don't actually speak English, considering English wouldn't be a thing. BUT, the name of the language they speak isn't actually said in canon at all. So, if we're going on the biblical side of things, they should speak Biblical Hebrew, which is a dialect that is ancient and dead and extinct, but at the same time it's liiiiiike, idk, you could go any which way with it because it's a modernized AU of the bible vdskfjdlfdas SO. AFTER MUCH DEBATE, AND THIS PLURK HERE, I decided that having 'English That Isn't Actually Called English' didn't work for threading things where Jack had to actually say what language he spoke. So I've decided that what Jack speaks is basically Biblical Hebrew, with some modernization in it, and that fits more with the theme of the show and actually gives me something solid he can SAY instead of having to work around it awkwardly. |