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[just_cant_lose]

 
Jim is at the bar again. He looks a bit more dishevelled than normal, and there's evidence of a rather spectacular fading black eye. But he's smiling just a little bit as he addresses Bar.

'I know what'll get you to let me out. But it's hardly fair, is it?'

Bar, it seems, has nothing to say about this. Jim's face twists in a flash of anger, but then he smiles again and asks for a couple of golf clubs. A driver and a putter. Both are provided, along with a large bag of balls.

Jim proceeds to drop one, set himself, and launch a beautiful swing straight at the Observation Window. Oh, he knows the glass won't crack, but it makes him feel better anyway. Then he goes outside, and starts hitting balls down towards the lake.

He'll be back inside later, not eating dinner. In the meantime, watch your heads if you're out on the grounds.


[OOC: catch him at any point, in or out. Open for a few days. :)]

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[foolyoutwice]

One of the balls, coming too close to the newly-improved skiff, comes winging back through the air and lands at Jim's feet.

[just_cant_lose]

WELL THAT'S ANNOYING.

To be fair, anything in this mood is annoying. Jim glares at the ball, then in the direction of the skiff.

Then drives the ball straight back towards it, because hi Loki and also fuck you, and also also fuck everything.

[foolyoutwice]

Loki catches the ball, whether or not the physics ought to work (they probably shouldn't), and flings it straight back without looking.

But with a smile. Because hi Jim and also fuck you.

[just_cant_lose]

Jim does not bother trying to catch it. Maybe he could, but at that speed it would definitely hurt. So he steps aside and lets it hit the bar instead. That'll show it.

'Why don't you make yourself useful?' he says - maybe loud enough to carry, probably not, but who knows whether Loki has some kind of magic god hearing.

[foolyoutwice]

"I'd love to. What did you have in mind?" No answer to the magic-god-hearing question, because it turns out he's well within ordinary hearing range now: the now-illusory Loki vanishes from the skiff and another Loki becomes visible sauntering up to Jim.

fucking show-off

[just_cant_lose]

Wow, he's a jerk.

...but Jim likes that about him, and it actually brings the ghost of a smile. And then half a shrug.

'I need something to do.'

Preferably something massively destructive.

[foolyoutwice]

"Hmm." Loki has something to do, but he's not inviting Jim to that particular study party. Still. He could always use something more to do. He consults his mental list and ticks off options on his fingers. "...Do you know anything about the Crystal Gems? Or the microverse, or kyber crystals? Can you think of a way to surprise X?"

[just_cant_lose]

'No, yes, yes, and surprise in what way?'

He has had various ideas on things he could do to surprise X, but whether he wants to share them is another thing.

[foolyoutwice]

"In any way. It's not very high on my list of things to do, but..." Shrug. There's a list and surprise X is on it.

He studies Jim's face. "Have you accessed the microverse on your own? Or only with our dear Lady X?"




((I'm heading out for a bit, but I'll be back.))

[cottoncandypink]

"BORF BORF BORF!"

Surely that's a sound Jim recognises, as a streak or red and white goes zooming after one of the golf balls.

[just_cant_lose]

OH LOOK SOMETHING TO AIM AT.

...fiiiiiine, he does not aim at the dog. He just rolls his eyes, and ignores him. Maybe he'll switch to putting if the animal's just going to eat the balls.

[cottoncandypink]

Buster doesn't eat the balls, necessarily, but they are disappearing somewhere.

And then into the lake he goes, still barking like a demented seal. He doesn't quite seem to know how to dive for the ones that have made it into the water, but he doesn't seem very good at the actual swimming part either.

[just_cant_lose]

Jim is absolutely not going to go in there after him. He sink under the weight of balls in his inventory for all he cares. He just tees up another shot, and aims for the forest this time. It's too far away for anyone to hit from here - anyone without superpowers anyway - but he'll give it a go.

[cottoncandypink]

The ball zooming from the forest distracts Buster from the ones at the bottom of the lake, and he rushes out of the water. He pauses only to shake himself off so vigorously he almost falls over, before chasing after the new one.

"BORF BORF BORF!"

[just_cant_lose]

'Idiot.'

Jim mutters this, then continues to ignore him. He wants the balls, he can have them. Wilford can gift them to the groomer when they clean him out next time...oh wait, except he can't take the dog home, l o l.

He continues to practice his swing, just for the sake of something physical to do. Golf is deathly dull.

[cottoncandypink]

Buster thinks golf is fun! Jim should play this game with him more often.

"Only I can call him that."

Wilford steps outside with a basket of fried squid bits in his hand, just in time to hear Jim insult his dog. He's been stuck here lately, because of the dog he can't take home, and doesn't trust to still be around if he's left here.

"You happy with yourself?"

[just_cant_lose]

'I'll call him whatever I like.'

Jim doesn't bother looking at him. He's setting himself to tee off.

'And in general, yes.'

[manythorned]

Rose has been exploring outside when she sees Jim and comes running over, because hey, they're buddies!

Except...

"You're not Jim?"

[just_cant_lose]

'Yes, I am.'

He doesn't look at her. He's teeing up another shot.

'I haven't seen you for about eighteen years. Hello, Rose.'

[manythorned]

She heard someone mention 'older Jim' once, so she guesses this is him. And he remembers her.

"Hi. You got old."

[just_cant_lose]

'...I was here first.'

Wow. Super rude. Jim drives off neatly, not watching the progress of the ball and just getting a new one ready.

'He's the aberration.'

[manythorned]

"Well, I met him first, so." She isn't sure what to do now. They're probably not friends anymore if he's twice her age.

[just_cant_lose]

Maybe they would be friends! If Jim weren't in a really, really bad mood. Or ever really had friends at all.

Still, he has some residual curiousity about this girl. Also, it might be funny to ruin the 'friendship' she thinks is developing with his younger self, because there's nothing like fucking up your own life out of boredom.

'Mmm. I remember. I'm sure you'll see him again. He tends to turn up when I'm out of the bar.'

[manythorned]

"Having you both here at the same time would be a paradox and I'm pretty sure that's not a good thing." Look at her with her big words she's been learning.

[just_cant_lose]

'Thanks for the TED talk. I hadn't considered that.'

This is not said as meanly as it could have been, and he hits another ball.

'It's probably a bar rule, or something. I don't care.'