[closed] some get dealt simple hands

[belowthesea]

Who: Jack and friends!
What: Catch-all for Jack's quests and adventures in April (come poke me at necromantica if you'd like a starter!)
When: April
Where: Bottlecap Bay and the surrounding areas
Warnings: Cartoon-to-graphic violence, otherwise will update as needed! Jack's usual warnings may apply.

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[belowthesea]

Jack's puffball tail starts wagging immediately. Treating his wounds is good, yes, but more importantly-

"Milkshakes?"

He's never actually had one before, but he has memories of them. They seem nice, and like the pinnacle of sweet treat for a young man from the 1950's. It's just... very difficult to get fresh milk at the bottom of the ocean, go figure.

[gimmeeyeballs]

"Hell yeah, milkshakes sound good to me. Let's go for those then, my treat. What flavor would you like?" Catrina goes into treating wounds mode the best a candle can via picking out the petals.

There were Miltank in town and Moomoo milk was hella good from what Catrina tasted beforehand. Clearly, these would be the most superior milkshakes out there at the Cafe.

Now...how bad are the injuries?

[belowthesea]

Flavors? Uhhhh right, he knows... so much about food. His false memories tell him that chocolate is his favorite, but he can't actually... visualize what any of them taste like.

"Strawberry."

He can work his way through all of the flavors, he figures, but he has no memory whatsoever of what strawberries taste like. What a sad life he's had.

As for injuries... he's definitely still got a stitch in his breath, and cuts all over his body, but he doesn't seem to be moving differently. In fact, despite the blood still staining his chin fur, he genuinely doesn't remember that he's injured in the first place.

[gimmeeyeballs]

Hot damn...Jack was handling pain a lot better than what Catrina would and without swearing up a storm too. Catrina was throughly impressed with him, still....that rare and fleeting thing called a moral compass is rearing its ugly head. She would have to get Jack to go see the clinic for the bloody cough ups.

Catrina is putting on her adulting cap and sucking it in with having to deal with the dreadful pink beasts.

"Deal and we'll go for a flight of milkshakes too after seeing the clinic."

This is the most well behaved Catrina has been...it's an ill omen indeed...