week 6 | friday night

[jackhole]

[ rhys is definitely following fiona back to her room that night and looking a bit antsy as they settle in. he's thankfully avoided jack most of the day but he knows with tomorrow's trial, that's not possible. god... damnit.

biting the thumbnail of his flesh hand, he glances over to fiona before going to sit down on the bottom bunk and look at her in a kind of pleading way. ]

Fi, I need your help.

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[hatslinger]

Is this about Jack still?

[ despite her phrasing, she doesn't sound annoyed — instead, she sounds antsy, as if she's trying to express her concern through that. fiona's biting her thumbnail too, with her other hand placed under her other arm's elbow in an anxious pose. she's pacing the room.

hancock was dead.. and he died so unceremoniously. he was caught offguard. that could happen to any of them. she could walk into a room, and be mince meat immediately. the thought deeply unsettled her. ]

What's up, Rhys? We've got to communicate more. Things are getting.. serious.

[jackhole]

Yeah.

[ weirdly enough, he's thinking the same thing. they're kind of in sync that way and somehow her voicing his own thoughts gives him a bit of relief and he nods. this last week was... not something he liked, really made the stakes a bit different for him and he needed to get out of this idiotic haze he found himself caught in around jack. ]

They really are and that's why I'm thinking -- about this weekend, this trial. Do you think Jack will be a suspect? Or one of us?

[hatslinger]

[ fiona offers a thoughtful noise. she careens her neck a bit and looks up at the ceiling, thinking. ]

If I had to wager, I'd say Jack has a better chance than we do. I've already been on the crazy train — you.. sort of have. Technically. You know. [ ahem. ] Anyway, it wouldn't be very effective if someone was just on the suspect list week after week. So I'm sure Jack's turn is coming up.

.. Why?

[jackhole]

[ okay let's not talk about his shit fit, fiona. let's not. instead he looks up at her and very seriously -- ]

I want to go after Jack. Next time he's a suspect, doesn't matter if he did it or not. If we could sort of... sway the vote to him, make it seem like he was the most plausible answer -- we wouldn't have to worry about him anymore. Especially when we go back to Pandora.

[hatslinger]

What?

[ she really should have expected that, but she didn't. despite everything — well, rhys was a loyalist. she knew he'd follow something through until the very end, and that had made her nervous up until this point, because it seemed like what he was 'following through' was going to be jack.

but now.. ]

.. Okay. I mean, I'm definintely not opposed to it. But only if you think it's safe, okay? If he sees we voted for him, and he doesn't get offed.. I mean, you probably know what will happen better than I do. Let's just sleep on it, Rhys. You can stay here again.

[jackhole]

[ at fiona's surprise, rhys realizes they really should have talked more. it's true, he is a loyalist but his allegiance changed to fiona and atlas a long time ago. this was... a quick high, nostalgia mixed with fear. it was nice to have jack smiling at him like a friend again but rhys knew the cost, he knew jack was going to have to go before the game ended, even if rhys had to do it himself. this week's just sort of scared him enough about what the future might hold, it's not safe to play hyperion anymore.

he lets out a soft laugh and drags his hand over his face, looking down to the floor. ]

It's not safe, actually but nothing with Jack is safe? We got lucky that he doesn't remember anything after arriving at the biodome but if weeks like this one keep happening, that luck is going to run out.

[ still though -- ]

Thanks, Fiona. I don't know what I'd do without you.