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[ The circadian rhythms Jake settled into as a grown dog were tossed quite effectively in the garbage since arriving in Hhial. Late mornings into late nights, Jake's new(ish) lifestyle of partying and plundering turned him from a afternoon napper and early riser into the kind of guy that routinely slept into late morning.

A few things were impacted by the new schedule. For one, the mission was even further from Jake's mind than usual, effectively usurped by the prescious opportunity to relive his twenties. Furthermore, his love of a big breakfast pivoted to a love of a very big lunch, which earned Jake plenty of points with the rest of the crew.

Then again, he'd missed just about every goodnight call with Finn for... a week. No points gained there, he's pretty sure.

The blinking alert inside his own head thundered like lightning above the bow of the ship, aggravating his headache and sending him groping around his own head for the off switch. As with all things, it took a mental press of a hypothetical button for the alert to cease. After five days in a row, you'd think Jake would have this routine down by now. ]

Grahokay, okay... [ He grumbles to no one in particular, mentally accessing Finn's headset. A minute passes, then five, his apologetic greeting receiving little more than the vague sense that he'd been left on read. ] Dangit.

[ It isn't the most admirable reason to be calling a friend, but their mutual interest and Wei Wuxian's stellar track record with Finn made him the obvious choice. Not that it stops Jake from preemptively wincing. ]

Hey, man. [ He croaks, sounding even more hungover somehow. ] Good mornin'.

[ It was not morning. ]

[It takes him a moment to register the voice as lost in thought as he is, and he blinks himself to awareness. He's sitting at a table on the Hawking staring at a strategy game that he knows Itachi would have mastered by now, and he stands abruptly, rising to find a quiet corner to respond.]

Late night? [He asks after taking a moment to get himself settled.]

How could you tell? [ Jake jokes, for all his grogginess steals away most of the humor. ] Late nights are the way things work around here, homie. Don't tell me y'all got curfew over on The Squawking, heh.

[ Tired? Sure. But these colors (that he'd been sailing under of for a little less than a month) don't run, no matter how hard Jake was slugging it. ]

[That gets him to snort though it lacks the oomph it might have had another time.]

We're free to stay up as late as we want, but not free to sleep as late as we want when there are plenty of tasks to do to keep the ship running. [And while the Hawking isn't a violent ship, those who didn't do their part were likely to get dropped off at the next stop.]

Anyway, here. [He sends over the recipe to a hangover remedy that he and Nie Huaisang had discovered all those years back when they'd had far too many late nights.]

Edited 2023-08-21 01:40 (UTC)

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