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[just_cant_lose]

 
Jim has had a very busy week, and in a flagrant abuse of Millitime is bearing the marks of it on his face. Someone looks like they had fun beating him up* pretty recently, but Jim doesn't look in the least bit annoyed about it. He's laughing, sitting at the bar with a pint in front of him, watching the election coverage.

Donald Trump. Really? Dear God, he almost wishes he were still alive. He would have made so much money out of both these campaigns. It would have been obscene, but a whole lot of fun.

Oh well. He orders some food and settles in for the evening. Politics is far more entertaining than team sports, even the watered-down version of it that gets sent out to the general public.


[OOC: *OOM still in progress, but face injury is probably about two days old at this point. Open until his next EP.] 

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[have_no_mercy]

A bottle of whiskey appears in front of him.

"Can't stay out of trouble for ten minutes, can you?"

[just_cant_lose]

'God, I hope not.'

He grins - carefully - and unscrews the top immediately, not taking his eyes from the TV.

'Hi, Tess.'

[have_no_mercy]

"You could try keeping it closer to an hour."

She deadpans, settling onto the stool beside him.

"What are you watching?

[just_cant_lose]

'Not a chance, darling.'

He pours two glasses and slides one over to her, then drags his eyes from screen.

'US Presidential Election in some worlds. 2016. And this guy-'

He waves a hand and appears to be holding back a laugh.

'-seriously, you don't understand.'

[have_no_mercy]

She takes the glass with a nod and tosses it back.

"Thank god it's not in mine."

She recognizes Donald Trump and yeah, no.

[just_cant_lose]

'I would've made so much money.'

Goddamnit.

Lucky he doesn't give a damn about cash, really. But it would've been fun too. Mostly he's just amused as to what the hell brought the world to a place where it's even possible.

[have_no_mercy]

"But you're dead now, so who cares?"

Tess might even feel a little sorry for those suckers in some world that are inevitably going to elect him.

[just_cant_lose]

'About the money, or the result?'

Alive or dead, he wouldn't care about the result.

[have_no_mercy]

"The money."

She wouldn't care about the result, either, she answers to no government. That she happens to like the President in her world is a mere happenstance.

[just_cant_lose]

'Yeah. Harder to let go of the distraction, really. I always enjoyed elections. People really show the worst of themselves.'

The Donald starts talking on some stage. Jim listens for thirty seconds, then scoffs and mutes the TV.

'I just-'

Yeah. No. People. Why? Why believe any of them are telling any kind of truth, and not just saying what they think will get them votes? Why does no one ask what goes on behind the scenes with these candidates? It's like a two-year long circus, with nothing but a four-year long stage show at the end of it.

Funny, but sad. People are weird.

[have_no_mercy]

Because they've deluded themselves into believing that 300 year old values and morals are still the way to go.

"This is why I stay as far away from politics as I can. It's not like the President has that much power anyway."

[just_cant_lose]

'Power is only ever an illusion. And it's not something a person has, it's something given to them by everyone around them.'

More whiskey. He feels like he's spending a lot of time drinking, these days.

'You can make people give it to you, of course, but that transfer has to happen.'

[have_no_mercy]

"Lex was always the political one, thinking he could change the world from within."

She snorts softly, because what a stupid idea.

"But there are also different types of power Political power, putting on a show for the people, that's not real."

[cook_the_rude]

"Can you use some medical attention?" Hannibal asks, turning up beside him.

With one glance to the TV, he seems to dismiss the entire sorry afair.

[just_cant_lose]

'Hi, Hannibal.'

Jim does not look away from the TV, because, hilarious.

'No, of course not.'

[cook_the_rude]

"It's not quite as decorative as you may think," Hannibal says, grinning. "But quite spectacular."

[just_cant_lose]

'What are you talking about? I look fabulous.'

If you're going to have battle scars, at least make them good. Or what's the point?

[cook_the_rude]

"Where did you get them?"

[just_cant_lose]

'Oh, someone from here took me home, and turned out to be boring. I livened it up a bit.'

To be fair to Wilford, Jim's mood was not his fault. But when two obnoxious assholes get together, violence is practically inevitable.

[cook_the_rude]

"That world is still standing?"

[just_cant_lose]

Jim looks at him. And then huffs a quiet laugh.

'It is. I have no problem with the world itself; it was the company that wasn't ideal.'

[cook_the_rude]

"I take it he looks a lot worse than you?"

[just_cant_lose]

'In general, yes.'

Even if he didn't have a pink moustache, Jim would think Wilford looks worse than him .

'But if you're suggesting I hit him back, why on earth would I do that?'

[cook_the_rude]

"Because it seemed a good thing at the time?" Hannibal suggests.

[just_cant_lose]

'Do you think I'm a man who simply reacts to what happens around him?'

He mutes the TV, and sips his pint.

'Or that I care about taking a few punches?'