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Instead of Portalocity, class today had been instructed to meet in the Danger Shop. When they got there, their instructors were dressed casually (for them; Hannibal was still in a suit) and the shop itself was set up like a cross between a comfortable living room and a pub.

"Welcome," Hannibal said. "Since all of last week was a field trip, we thought another one might be overkill. So instead, we're relaxing at home. So to speak."

"Here at home," Jono offered, jerking a thumb toward what looked more or less like a large rec room. With perhaps a few cues - the very particular sofa, that exact television - from the dorm common rooms thrown in for good measure. Hey, he'd lived there once, too. What better way to program in a staycation than to go with what the students actually knew? "Which isn't really home so much as a sim of somewhere homey, but that'll do in a pinch."

"So, have fun," Hannibal said. "Oh, and there is food. It's real." Because he had his own ways of relaxing.

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Yes, exactly. He didn't have to look Prompto in the eye while talking about this, or worry too much about what his expression might be giving away, as he was now carefully studying how Prompto got the little screen-dude through the next tricky bit of maze-and-barriers.

Also, that one jump was very impressive!

"So it doesn't sound so ridiculous, that I shouldn't ask anyone else about it," Jack checked, obscurely heartened. "I haven't heard from him in a while, and-- we had a fight, before I got brought here. But. It really, really upset him, and I don't like to think about him not having any choices."

Jack might have been projecting a bit, what with his three metal limbs and very few choices about it.

"And... yeah. Mombi was-- I was kind of surprised? That she didn't track us down, after we ran away. But she had some other problems to deal with." He just really hoped that the two visitors had kept her busy enough fighting them, that she had no idea where to start looking for Tip and Jack.

"Sounds like you've just got a whole mess of stuff waiting for you back home," Prompto noted, with a newfound sympathy for how...well, desperate, he supposed, Jack had been to try to get out of here or at least contact some of his friends. And he had to feel yet another rush of guilt over how easy it was for him to keep in touch with his friends back home. He was glad for it, obviously, but it really didn't seem fair. Sure, there was the war and everything, but that had been going on for so long that most people barely even thought about it anymore. Meanwhile, people like Jack and Vette had all these things going on, and couldn't even get in touch with anyone...

"Maybe I'll ask around, too," he offered. Because, yeah, he didn't even know Jack's friend, but he felt a strong urge to want to be helpful. You didn't need to know someone to want to help them. "Cover some extra bases, you know? And I don't think it sounds too ridiculous. I mean, I might have, a while ago, but this place...has all sorts, you know? I think anyone who'd think it was ridiculous or crazy is either a) someone who hasn't been here long or b) someone in, like, serious denial, and, at that point, that's like, so not even your problem."

Jack couldn't help but snicker at that mental image, and said, "I suppose there could be someone on the Island like that. But after the last two months, I'm not sure how." He shook his head, and maneuvered his game-man up onto a bridge, bouncing merrily along. "And thanks. He's the only person I've ever even heard of to have that happen to him, but if the apothecary recognized the potion, someone else must have figured it out before. Fixing it so it can't happen again would be good too." He frowned at the screen, because his little man had just fallen down a well. "Oh, noooo."

"Oooooof," Prompto grunted, almost chuckling a little in sympathy for the spectacular fall. "That's a tricky one. If it happens again, though, try bouncing off the walls or something, see if you can't get yourself back up. Y'know, kind of like this thing with your friend. You won't know if you don't at least try."

Video games reflecting life, life reflecting video games! It was all, like, a big metaphor or something!

"Hunh." It was like poetry. Or magic! ... okay, more like poetry. "Just try a new angle."

And Prompto had to chuckle a little, feeling kind of proud for having inadvertantly managed to pull a nice video-games-life-lesson out of the whole conversation, especially since he couldn't really at that moment offer anything actually helpful. "Yeah, bro," he said. "Exactly! Try a new angle; sometimes, that changes everything."

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