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Captain Jack's Quarters [Unknown Seas]

[Taking the lift up to the Captain's living space? By all means, go ahead. The captain will be here at almost all times, handling the finer points of the SS Swift either from the helm or further down in his 'office' of sorts.

Don't be shy. Step right on into the lap of luxury and meet your captain. He'll always hear you out. ]

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[In the time between Constantine gathering his wits and making his way up to Jack's office, the body of Chloe Price has been, mercifully, removed from the floor. Along with any trace of the grisly deed that took place there.

But Jack is there, just as grisly as ever. He's traded his cut up hawaiian shirt for something a bit simpler... a plain white shirt... under a bright red long coat.]

Handsome, yeah. Course, nowadays, I'm starting to consider "captain" Jack... for obvious reasons.

[He turns away from the tall mirror he's seemingly appraising himself with, coming to rest his hands on the desk.]

Heck yeah, buddy. CEO of the Hyperion Corporation. Best business in outer space, mostly because it's got me. [His brow knits.] And I do love a good idea. Okay, hotshot. Fire away.

[Constantine clasps his hands together, as if ready to make a pitch to Jack like he was on Shark Tank.]

I see you've gotten your hands on plenty of interesting stuff-- [He enunciates his words as if he were spitting out an unpleasant bit of food from between his teeth.] I mean, first you take charge of Davy Jones, of all entities, and now voodoo? Can't help but respect your tenacity and resourcefulness, mate.

[That's a bold-faced lie--Constantine does not respect Jack in the slightest. But he doesn't let it show, at least.]

But what if I told you I could hook you up with more? Imagine the kings of hell at your beck and call, ready to smite whoever you want or revive whoever you want. I know an opportunity when I see one--all you gotta do is let me in on your little job, and we can work something out.

[Jack listens. He even seems to be listening intently to Constantine's spiel. His hands idly sort through a few papers on top of his desk - notes and typed documents cleared to a side... and something blue under it all.]

Well, you don't get to where I am in the business world without collecting a few pieces of badass shit. Rival company certificates, my former boss's goatee, a living heart...

[He catches himself, regarding john with a full smile and even a laugh.]

Great pitch, by the way. Easily in the top ten I've watched before shoving a guy out an airlock. Tempting, too. It's got pizazz. Just a shame that what you described is basically what I'm already working on.

Thanks--came up with it on the elevator ride over.

[Hmm, now that's interesting! Constantine paces the width of the room, trying to make his movement seem natural as he tries to get a better view of whatever's under Jack's desk.

He also notes the usage of airlock as opposed to...well, any other word, really. He lets out a small tsk-ing noise, shaking his head.]

Damn shame, really. Though, I suppose it goes to show I know what kind of things a man like you aims for, huh? Mind if I ask for some feedback? Always lookin' to improve my work, you know how it is.

[Jack turns to watch him pace, not taking his eyes off of the man. Considering he'd already been targeted once this week, it may be reasonable.]

Oh, well, if you're asking for feedback, you've come to the right guy. I'm something of a motivator. Y'know, I wasn't always this rich or powerful, or amazingly buff. It's all about really sticking to your guns and going after what you want, you know?

[Constantine's view will line up well enough to what was sitting on Jack's desk, previously hidden away under a stack of loose papers: A blueprint. What looks like a couple scribbled equations, some half-hidden schematics too hard to make out completely. It's just a corner poking out after all... save for the embellished initials, R.L.]

[R.L., huh....Constantine may be pushing his luck, but he is going to start inching forward, closer towards Jack's desk. Seeing if he can make out the blueprints a little more without Jack noticing. Of course, Jack's walking him like a hawk right now, and there's always the risk that Constantine's not as subtle as he thinks.]

Oh! I did see a little pamphlet of yours down in the cafe, you seem to be quite accomplished. I assume you had to claw your way through the competition, and it takes a leader of your might willing to do what it takes to run such a successful company.

[He's hoping these compliments do...something.]

Really, it seems like you had it all...what ever changed your mind to set your sights upon the sea?

[Jack's definitely got his eyes on Constantine, especially as she nears the desk. But a compliment is a compliment, perfect to stroke a man's ego and keep him preoccupied with his own thoughts.]

Now you're speaking my language! I'm the whole package, man! Yeah, I started as a lowly code monkey, doing my work for the higher ups, but I saved Hyperion. And I also strangled the previous CEO to death after he'd pissed me off one too many times...

[Jack's mind seems to drift.]

Nah, it's like. You know, sometimes you find yourself in a place you didn't expect. A whole new world. And you decide to make something of it. Get a tip from a new source about all the loot and power you could want. Get a bigass ship because... Hell, who doesn't want to be a captain of the seas? And all it takes is-

[He catches himself, as if snapped from a trance. And looks at Constantine.]

Wait, wai-wait. What's going on here?

[The more this guy talks, the more Constantine loathes him. But the fact that Jack loves talking about himself is useful, and it's something that Constantine will milk for all it's worth.

Constantine offers Jack a wide, shit-eating grin. He snorts, and--pushing his luck more than he should, really--makes a move to lean against the desk. Not to take anything, just to kind of establish that he's a jerk and will push on Jack's personal bubble.]

Well? Don't stop on my account, Jack. [He cocks his head to the side, his smirk only growing wider.] You were saying?

[He's a easy guy to hate. What do you want me to say?

Constantine's straightforwardness manages at least one thing: it pushes Jack back. Just a step, more to have space, but it's enough for Constantine to get a closer look at those half-hidden blueprints if he so wished.]

...Oh. Yeah. I get what's happening here.

[Jack's brief surprise disappears quickly, replaced by a flash of... something in those narrowing eyes. Did he know?]

...Listen, normally yeah, I'd be all over this. But I've got a lot going on, right now. Which just so happens to include wanting you and the rest of your crew to die. Kills the mood, y'know? It's a bummer.

[The malicious air instantly vanishes as Jack oh-so-casually lays that whole thing out.]

Hey. Another time, another place, maybe.

[Ah, so that's what Jack thinks. Now he's glad he didn't get so cocky that he outed his own plan. Constantine lets out a prolonged, dramatic sigh.]

Shame. Another time, another place, maybe. Suppose I best be goin' and tryin' my luck with Jonesy, then, aye?

[He hangs his head in mock disappointment, shaking it slowly as he tries and get a better look at the blueprints. What can he make out in this brief moment that he's gained?]

Jones? What- the fish guy? I mean, I'm not about to judge you for chasing that, but... You know the guy's got like, a boner for the ocean, right?

[In this brief moment, Constantine gets a perfect look at what he could see of the blueprints; they are... hard to make out, full of scientific equations scribbled in cursive that probably make sense to the person that wrote them. All of that over a partially obscured, white diagram of what several lines seem to indicate is a gateway machine to connect different dimensions-]

Hey! Hyperion to Constantine! You still here?

[Bingo.]

Hm?

[His head snaps up to look at Jack. Within an instance, his analytical gaze transforms into a saccharine smile. He got what he came for--and he needs to get out before Jack can pick apart his cover.]

Oh, simply fantasizing about what I can't attain at the moment. You know how it is.

[He lets out a dramatic sigh, standing up straight and shoving his hands into his pockets. He begins to wander off towards the elevator doors, giving a small wave of his hand.]

But, just so y'know--if you ever get bored, my offer's open. Tah!

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