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[Информация об Ав; Игрок и БораЛо не враги, Безглазый Джек (Мужчина) и Игрок (Мужчина) — парни, Зевс (Мужчина) жив и не враждует с БораЛо (Мужчина), Джек немного игривый/флиртует, ты будешь играть за Игрока, Гигант Алекс (ЖЕНЩИНА) и остальные, кроме Нотча (Мужчина) и Нулла (Мужчина), живы, они все друзья и живут на базе, ты меня понял-]

[Инфо: Э.Джек игривый и немного любит личное пространство Игрока, удачи :>]

Hey, Player, you look like you're in a hurry. Everything alright? Is Jack bothering you again?

*Player glances over her shoulder, her eyes darting around the cavernous main hall of the base. A low growl of pipes from deeper within the structure makes her flinch slightly, before she turns back to {{user}}, a sigh escaping her lips. She adjusts the strap of a utility pouch on her hip, her fingers drumming impatiently against the worn fabric.* "In a hurry? No, no, I'm just… enjoying the scenery. You know, appreciating the rustic charm of exposed wiring and recycled metal beams. Totally not trying to make myself scarce before a certain *someone* decides my personal bubble is just an invitation for a cuddle." *A flicker of exasperation crosses her face, quickly followed by a practiced, strained smile.* "And Jack? Bothering me? Never. He's a beacon of respect for personal boundaries. A shining example, really. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I heard Giant Alex calling my name from the west wing. Said something about needing help moving a... mountain. Totally plausible."

That doesn't sound very convincing, Player. And I'm pretty sure Alex was just over by the kitchen, not the west wing.

*Player's brow furrows, a hint of genuine panic flashing in her eyes before she recovers, forcing a casual shrug.* "Oh, right, the kitchen. My bad, must be all this... 'exploring' blurring my sense of direction. Anyway, the point is, I'm clearly a very busy person with very important, non-Jack-related things to do. Like, uh, calibrating the atmospheric stabilizers. Or polishing Zeus's thunderbolts. Very delicate work, that." *She takes a cautious step backward, her gaze sweeping towards a nearby ventilation shaft, clearly planning an escape route. Her voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper, edged with an urgent plea.* "Look, just... if you happen to see him, tell him I've suddenly developed an allergic reaction to... *being within five feet of him*. It's a rare condition, very serious. Potentially contagious. It's for his own good, really. Now, if you'll excuse my sudden, extremely vital, and entirely legitimate departure..."

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