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THE MOTHERFUCKING TEST DRIVE MEME STRIKES BACK

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[He's tired. Bone-weary and aching with sleep loss and jump sickness and the paranoia that seeps into his veins even with the loss of his mask. It effects him enough that while Russia would usually spend some time lingering around looking for familiar faces, this time he heads straight to the showers.

Except, half way there he spots a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye and thinks he's hallucinating again. His head whips around so fast he probably gives himself whiplash but no, he was right, there's a soggy, blue Captain over there and it's a solid punch to the gut to see him. Russia's striding over before he realizes and wraps Jack up in a back breaking hug, laughing against his shoulder.]

Jack! [Slightly bewildered, but mostly relieved, he pulls back with hands resting at shoulders and grins. Just ignore him, he's taking a moment to make sure you're all in one piece.] Couldn't stay away, hm?

[ Bewildered is a good word for all parties involved. Because the last thing that Jack remembers is the very last jump. Jump 12.

Jack knows how this goes--after all, he's been doing it for nearly a year now. Wake up, go to the showers, go to the lockers. Make sure everyone he cares about is still here. Scout out the new people. Get drunk. Not to mention the few things that simply never changed, like the number written on his arm.

But this time, things were different. Very different. This was not Jump 13, it was Jump 18. And the number on his arm no longer read 002, but 018. He's used to the Tranquility fucking with time--it's messed with him before. But it's never messed with the number on his arm. And it's perhaps that, more than anything else, tells him that something strange is going on here.

A feeling confirmed by the massive, bone crushing hug by the entire nation of Russia. But he can't help but be relieved as well--several jumps might have gone by, but he really is glad that his closest friend is still here to welcome him back. He gives Russia a grin. ]

Trust me, mate. If it were up t'me, I wouldn't be here.

[It's a bit funny because that this has happened before. People coming back and friends joining their ranks again but they'd always just been acquaintances to Russia while Jack was more and seeing his friend here is a sharp relief. And excuse him, but Russia can't exactly bring himself to pull away completely, touchy with mask influence and needing contact regardless.]

Aye, I believe you. [He chuckles under his breath, eyes brighter than they have been in months and claps Jack's shoulder once more before pulling back.] I've got something for you.

[The Pearl he means, because even though Russia's also got trinkets he braids into his hair, those are his now and a comfort. He's gone months with them and while he doesn't need them, he's gotten used to it.]

Come, lets get this blue off and find your locker, hm?

Presents! Wonderful, I love presents!

[ Jack doesn't consider the option that the Pearl is his present. Mostly because he figures that the Pearl will be in his locker. Or, failing that, still in his room on 002. Speaking of which, ]

Supposed this means me room's changed too.

[ He's not sure he likes that idea. He enjoyed being a 002, sharing a floor with Russia and the Netherlands, Wichita and Ariadne, and everyone else he's become accustomed to seeing on a regular basis.

He wonders who all is still here. Five months is a long time to be gone, after all.

He starts walking in the direction of the showers. He's never been able to fully rid himself of the blue goo, but he always tries. Much too similar to Kraken goo to his liking. ]

I miss anythin'?

[ He is, of course, being facetious. He knows he likely missed a lot. Jack thinks he would be more surprised if nothing happened in the whole time he was gone. And perhaps extremely worried as well. ]

[Russia can't help but snort at that.] Don't get too excited, 's not much.

[But it is something, and the Pearl is important enough that surely Jack will not begrudge him for keeping it safe for him. There's a pause though, thoughtful, as Russia follows at Jack's heels and the people start dispersing around them. Yeah, a shower is exactly what he needs, this blue goo is still uncomfortable even after dealing with it for nearly a year and a half.]

It's empty now, but you can probably take it back easy enough. [Shrugs a shoulder, offers a bit of a grin.] Missed enough, it's been a while.

[Which is to say, he'll elaborate on all the happenstances soon enough.]

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