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One and The Same (a Jacksepticeye and egos AU story) - Chapter 3


Chapter 3 is here! And with a new chapter (apparently) comes a new ego! (Once again courtesy of the followers of @chase-brody-protection-squad ‘s blog.) However, unlike Robbie, I don’t think this ego will be around for very long. I want to just keep with seven main characters so I can keep track of them all XD Any other egos created during the writing of this will probably just have little cameo appearances from now on. 

And since I’m on the subject, I’ve seen that the Survival Hunter (one of Jack’s very first ‘egos’ from the earliest days of his channel) is starting to become a proper ego. I feel like I have to include him somewhere but…I can’t think how. I’ve got nothing. So, for now, he’s not going to appear in this. If anyone has any ideas as to how I could fit him in, please let me know!

Anyway, that’s all I wanted to say. Enjoy chapter 3!


Chapter 3 - Welcome home

“Right, does everyone remember the plan?”

“Yes Jack, you’ve asked this question 10 times already!”

“Alright, alright!” Jack said, scowling at Chase as they stood on the platform. He never remembered the Underground taking this long; they’d been waiting for a good 15 minutes and still now train. The anxiety was killing him. He felt every single pair of eyes that stared at them, he could hear every whisper of wonder the people staring at them exchanged, and he could feel every step closer the scientists took to catching up to them. He started jumping from one foot to the other in an attempt to get rid of this nervous energy, but nothing changed.

That would be a pretty funny story for the scientists to tell though, Anti said, ‘Subjects T10 / C0-6: attempted to escape but were caught while waiting for the London Underground to arrive’.

I guess you’re right…

Jack thought back.

“The plan is: if anyone asks, we’re a group of brothers heading to a fancy dress party, right?” Marvin asked. Robbie was crouching on all fours behind him, narrowing his eyes and growling at everyone that passed; turns out he wasn’t a massive fan of people.
“Exactly,” Jack replied. At that moment, the ground beneath their feet began to shake, and a rumbling sound reverberated through the tunnel. The clones tensed.
“What the fuck is that?!” Jackaboy said, clearly on edge.
“That’s the train coming,” Jack replied, “Don’t worry.”

Two bright lights appeared in the black of the tunnel to the left, which turned into the front of a train, which turned into a whole train which pulled to a stop in front of the group. The red doors opened, and a female voice said: “mind the gap.” Jack motioned for everyone to follow and squeezed through the doors. Once they were inside, they (miraculously) found seats for everyone and settled down for the journey.
“Zhis is a train?” Schneeple asked, looking round in disgust, “It looks like a giant tin can on wheels.”
But Jack wasn’t listening. He was watching Marvin, who was sat next to him, staring intently down the carriage with wide eyes. Jack nudged him.
“What’s wrong?”
“Maybe I’m just being paranoid,” Marvin said nervously, “but I think that guy is watching us.”
He pointed to a man sat further down the carriage, wearing a black suit and glasses. Jack was just about to say that maybe he was just staring at them because they looked strange - much like everyone on the platform had been doing - when the man narrowed his eyes at them, pulled out a phone and began talking into it. Jack’s heart began to race. Had they really been caught this early? Before he could tell the others that they needed to get off this train immediately, the doors closed and the train started to move.

They were stuck.

Jack leaned back in his seat so he wouldn’t have to look at the man anymore and leaned close to Marvin’s ear.
“Just don’t do anything to draw attention to yourself.” He whispered.
“What’s happening?” Robbie asked, sitting on the seat with his knees up to his chest and balancing pretty well dispute the train constantly wobbling.
“Nothing.” Jack said quickly with a smile, “Nothing. Me and Marvin were just having a chat.” He thought it was best not to freak everyone out. Besides, there was a chance this man was just an ordinary man, a business man even, just talking to a college in the phone. Maybe Marvin was just being paranoid.

Jack had just started to believe that when he saw the man get up and start walking toward them.

Well shit, Anti said, You’ve got trouble.
Let’s not jump to conclusions, Jack thought, battling the urge to bolt and doing his best to appear calm. The others had noticed the man now too. Chase and Schneeple narrowed their eyes at him, while Jackaboy, Marvin, and Robbie tensed up, panic in their eyes.
“You shouldn’t be here.” the man said, holding onto the bar above the seats to support himself against the train’s movement. It struck Jack as odd that the man didn’t even say hello before jumping straight into conversation.
“Um…ok?” was all Jack could reply, his heart racing faster.
Brilliant answer there. Well done, Anti said.
“I know where you’re heading,” the man continued, “You’re heading to the first place you could think of. The only place that makes you feel safe. You’re heading home.”
Jack glanced at the others, who were all giving him the same look: he’s one of them. Jack looked back to the man.
“I’m not going to ask how you know all of this because I know exactly how. And I don’t want to cause a scene so all I’m going to ask is this: how did you us so fast?”
The man simply smiled in response.
“We have our ways,” he replied, “You lot may have shut down our entire computer systems, but we still have our ways of tracking you.”

The train suddenly slowed, eventually coming to a stop at another train station, situated in a tunnel like all the rest. The man looked out the window for a moment before turning back to the group as the doors opened once more.
“Looks like this is my stop.” He said, letting go of the bar he’d been holding onto and dusting down his suit, “Just a little point of advice before I go: we may be leaving you alone for now, but we’ve contacted some…friends of ours who will now be wanting to talk to you. Our company is bigger than you think.” With this, he turned to leave, before remembering something and turning back, “Enjoy your little field trip while it lasts. You’ll be back in our hands soon enough.”

And with this, he was gone, leaving Jack and the clones in stunned silence.

Well, Anti said at last in Jack’s mind, I told you this journey was going to be eventful.

A little while later, the train left the winding tunnels of the underground and Jack finally started to recognize his surroundings. A strange feeling began to wash over him, and he could feel himself tearing up. He would finally be going home. After all this time, he was finally free.
“You ok?” Jackaboy asked when he saw Jack’s tears. Chase was fast asleep beside him, snoring loudly.
“Y-yeah.” Jack replied, wiping his eyes as the tears fell, “It’s just…a bit overwhelming, you know?”
“Yeah, I get it.” Marvin said, “After so long, you’ll finally be able to see your family and friends again.”
“Do you zhink the police vill want to talk to you?” Schneeple asked.
“Probably,” Jack replied, “But we’ll deal with that when we get to it.”
“The next stop is Brighton.” A female voice said over the speaker, “Please mind the gap between the train and the platform.”
“Wake Chase up,” Jack said to Jackaboy, standing up and grabbing Robbie’s shirt collar to stop him from jumping out at the people getting off the train, “We’re here.”

After a short walk, Jack was finally back on a street he knew very well. Once he began to recognize houses, his walking speed increased, until eventually he was sprinting down the road with the clones running after him, grinning like an idiot. This is it, Jack, he thought, this is the moment you’ve been waiting for for a whole month.

But when he got to his apartment, instead of bursting through the door, Jack stopped dead, his smile fading. This sudden stop caused Chase to slam into the back of him.
“Dude, what the-” he started, until he saw what had caused Jack to stop.

There was a figure standing outside Jack’s apartment. But not just any figure, it was another clone. It had the same bright green hair as all the rest, but when it turned around, they noticed it had very dark blue eyes that seemed to glow. It was also wearing a brown tweed suit. There was a moment of silence until the Clone finally spoke.
“Jack. Septic. Eye. You are coming. With me.”
Jack’s eyes widened.
“I’m sorry…who are you?” Jack asked, hearing Robbie snarl at the newcomer behind his back.
The Clone narrowed its eyes.
“My name is S-3-4-N,” it replied in a robotic, monotone voice, “I was. Constructed. By the Intex branch in. Dublin, Ireland. My purpose is to. Bring you to them. Alive.”
Now it was Jack’s turn to narrow his eyes.
“Oh…really? And what about this lot?” He asked, motioning to the clones stood behind him. S-3-4-N cocked its head to the side for a moment before lifting its arm - which now had a bright red ball forming in its palm - and answering.
“These subjects are. Faulty. They must. Be terminated.”




The Trad also known as the New Englander, the professor.

Dress code: Tweed blazers, button-down oxford-cloth shirts, rumpled khaki chinos.

First known sighting: The original J. Press shop in New Haven, Connecticut, 1902.

Recent sighting: Hipster coffee shop near you.

Hall of Famers: Miles Davis, George Plimpton, John Updike.

Signature accessory: Knit tie.

Bragging rights: Wearing the same pair of khakis for fifteen years.

Cause for stress: Hole in the crotch of said khakis.

Pickup line: “I like your cardigan.”

Favourite book: The Stories of John Cheever.

On his iPod: Talking Heads.

In his driveway: 1983 Mercedes Benz S-Series.

In his closet: Three-button wool herringbone blazer ($265) by J. Crew; cotton shirt ($30) by L.L. Bean; cotton tie ($95) by Gant; cotton trousers ($98) by Dockers; leather belt ($45) by J. Press; glasses ($405) by Tom Ford.

vaticancameos-andtea  asked:

Hiii, i read you're an art curator, i'm trying to pick a career and that sounds really intresting. If you have the time could you tell me a little bit about it??? Thanksss<3 btw i loove your blog

hey there - and thank you! of course i can.

um, working as a curator or any position within a public museum or galleries is usually a labour of love. it’s an incredibly rewarding and varied sector and profession, but also unfortunately incredibly poorly paid. (that’s often what happens when you love something :-)

if you wish to be an art curator specifically; it’s very much becoming a competitive area of specialty so i’d recommend you push through to post-graduate at least (tbh a BA won’t really cut it these days unless you have loads of experience) and also volunteer as much as you can. get some exhibition and collections work under your belt, as well as guiding and/or being a docent… i work with interns and volunteers all the time and they’re the ones i usually either employ or see going on to paid work elsewhere.

depending on the size of the museum or gallery you work in, the curator usually develops, manages and interprets both the collection and loan works, and critically works toward audience engagement and getting people visiting your museum/institution. it’s all about visitor numbers, developing good public programs, working with the education and commercial development teams, sponsorship and getting grants these days so it’s very rare a curator can be like those guys in the movies who wander around in the storerooms in tweed jackets poring over their cosseted collections…

also a good knowledge of the power of digital forums and social media and how to use those tools to engage with new audiences is critical as well.

hope that helps; DM me if you like.



Inspiration (3 of 10 in no particular order)

The third inspiration on my list is one of my best friends, Christian Kimber. Most people will need no introduction to him. After several collections of shoes, a few showings in New York Fashion Week with Eidos Napoli and what seems like a permanent spot in every GQ list of ‘must have’s, he still remains a genuinely nice guy.

I’ve taken my outfit inspiration from a couple of shots of Christian. What I like about his style is that it’s casual but classy at the same time - something that I’ve tried to incorporate in my own outfits. The trousers may be wider than the norm and the look may be ruffled but it never looks anything but good. His influence is one of the reasons I’ve slowly veered away from the suit and tie look towards a more casual style. There is no reason ‘relaxed’ needs to look ‘sloppy’ and Christian’s outfits are proof of that. It felt more natural to me to wear this cardigan without the belt,  just leaving it open, so the belt stayed home.

In today’s outfit, there’s texture in the cardigan, slouchiness in the trousers and some colour from the scarf, I’ve also included the tweed tote which I think it one of the best things Christian has done. I’ve worn some blue sneakers rather than green just because i really like them and it still works.

Christian often goes sockless which is not something I’m used to so I’ve comprimised by using socks that are somewhat close to my skin tone

You may be wondering why I’ve got a shoe horn in the tote. It was the first item I bought from Christian - before the shoes, before Eidos, before any of this. He’d just started out by getting in some accessories and showed this shoe horn to me over a coffee. It was so beautiful that I couldn’t resist buying it there and then. It now sits hanging in the hall and I use it on most days to put my shoes on. He told me back then “I like the idea of you using this each day to put your beautiful shoes on”. Me too, my friend.

Scarf - Christian Kimber

Cardigan - Eidos Napoli

Shirt - Orslow

Tote - Christian Kimber

Fatigue pants - Orslow

Socks - Uniqlo

Shoes - Christian Kimber

Shoe Horn - Christian Kimber

I bought a Mountain of woolen-spun yarn at the wool festival to make the oatmeal-colored yoke sweater of my dreams but swatching is hard? I think I’ve hit gauge here but I’m pretty sure I’ll have to swatch the colorwork portion as well.

Also I read all 21 pages of the pattern tonight (Atlas from Brooklyn Tweed) and there are short rows in the yoke somehow. I’m not totally sure why but I assume all things will become clear in time. Anyway, I have an ocean of stockinette before I even get to that page so whatever!

I love and hate how the smallest things in real life become great fanfic AUs.
Like for the past 2 weeks, the university’s free wifi won’t connect to my phone. I’m complaining to someone, and I’m like, “I’ll just go to IT and yell until they fix it.”
And bam.
It hits me.
I mean, wouldn’t this make the most hilarious, amazing, cutest, dorkiest AU?
Yes, my shipper trash brain insists. Yes, of course it would.
Because Bilbo is beyond technologically inept, and he struts into the IT department, staring at his device and yelling abuses at it.
And there’s Thorin, all socially awkward and cursing the (already minuscule) amount of human interaction his new job requires. Just give him a hunk of metal and a room alone, and he’ll be good for hours.
But then in walks Bilbo, who is immediately alluring (especially with in spite of the steam of almost-foul language he’s currently expelling) and Thorin’s reduced to grunts and scowls as he slips on his glasses to take a look.
The problem is ridiculously simple - Bilbo just wants to connect to the wifi (a name which confuses Bilbo considerably), but Thorin finds himself proclaiming there’s a virus, and if Bilbo takes it anywhere else they’ll charge him a fortune, but it’s free here, so…
Thorin panics for a second when Bilbo begins asking questions, but Thorin just throws around some random, nonsensical computer software jargon, and Bilbo’s nose scrunches up in confusion, and oh Mahal, Thorin’s got it bad.

Today, I fucked up... by not stepping in dog shit

This happened a few weeks back and I’m still embarrassed by it.

Now I must set the picture of where I live. A quiet rural area where many of the residents are the kind to own a Range Rover, tweed clothing and a dog. This area also has nice scenic walks near a canal.

Every day i take the same route to work, it’s a short 30 min walk along said canal and I pass by these jolly folk walking their dogs every morning.

Sadly these people let their dogs create a mess and some don’t clean it up. So on my way to work I was reading Reddit and paying no attention to the path. At a quick glance I noticed some dog shit I was about to step on. Without being aware of my surroundings I quickly moved to the right. Only to fall in the canal!!!

One dog walker saw me and came to the rescue. Pretty embarrassing as it was my neighbour. I had to go home and ended up late for work. Lucky my boss saw the funny side.

I’m much more careful where I walk now. Probably would have been easier to step in the shit.

okay so just over a month ago i moved house from an awful, horrible little place that had so many potholes that people didn’t even bother to cover them up any more, what seemed like the world’s biggest population of people who would probably punch you for looking at their shoes wrong and a sort of bizarrely permanent overcast sky even when the rest of the world was sunny

to what is described as a popular and esteemed middle class suburb

and it’s so surreal. i’m the least middle class person. none of my family are middle class. we are generation upon generation of working class people and we’ve lived our entire lives that way and it’s just an ingrained part of our identity from birth.

but now like? there’s a cheese shop and we live in a big house with an apple tree and it’s only about a five minute walk up the hill to the cheese shop and it’s green everywhere and there’s so many flowers and did i mention that there’s literally a cheese shop

i feel like i moved from A House In Actual England to A House In What People Think England Is and my working class self feels uncomfortable and vaguely threatened

i think i’ll have to pop on my tweed jacket and dash up to the cheese shop

Fashion in Film: Blue Jasmine (2013)

Would you stop staring at my luggage? Yes, it’s Louis Vuitton!

When costume designer Suzy Benzinger began to plan the wardrobe for Blue Jasmine, her fifth movie with director Woody Allen, she panicked. Allen wanted only the best for Cate Blanchett’s downtrodden socialite character — Chanel, Hermès, Louis Vuitton — all on a budget of $35,000.

“When I read the script, panic set in,” Benzinger said. “I thought, there is no way this film can be done. Ultimately, I just lay myself at the feet of the designers. I was on the phone all day begging.”

Two essentials for Blanchett’s character were her Chanel jacket and Hermès Birkin bag. Benzinger studied the way female celebrities carry their bags like a shield in front of their bodies, a habit which Jasmine possesses throughout the film. Hermès was more than happy to allow Benzinger to have her pick of Birkins (quite a feat given the bag’s cost and mile-long waiting list). Karl Lagerfeld was also willing to provide the classic tweed jacket seen on Blanchett in multiple scenes.

“We called Karl Lagerfeld in the middle of the Paris collections and, I have to say, he was an angel,” Benzinger said. “Chanel phoned back immediately and asked, ‘Which one do you want?’ I actually drew out a Chanel jacket, if you can believe it. I said, 'This one.’ And the package arrived in two days.”

However, Benzinger hit a snag when Louis Vuitton was not as forthcoming to provide the film’s pièce de résistance. She needed the iconic luggage set, but the brand refused unless they could read the script ahead of time (a big no-no). Fortunately, Blanchett had just opened a Louis Vuitton store in Australia and, after a month of begging, managed to persuade the brand to donate the items that served as Jasmine’s last connection to her old life.

Menswear in Tokyo

After spending a week in Tokyo for NYE and touring most of the menswear oriented stores, I thought I’d give you a feedback.

Where to start? I think I found heaven, at least my vision of it (i.e. for someone 175cm tall and wearing a size EU 45 (right between 44 and 46)).

The interesting thing about menswear in Tokyo is that there is quite a wide choice and the variety is rather impressive. To make things simple, I’ll list hereafter the shops I visited and a short summary of what they offer and my impressions. Ring Jacket, Aoyama: that’s a cool shop with a lot of nice stuff as often advertised by the Armoury. The good thing about buying it in Japan is that with the strong EUR vs. JPY, you get a better price in Tokyo for the same product. The products are nice, well designed and the sales force is stylish as also proved by their Tumblr. But if Italians tend to wear their pants short (feu de plancher), Japanese chic hipsters (including RJ staff) wear them à-la-Thom-Browne (mid-calf). Funnily enough, I actually read an interview of Tom Ford in the last Esquire Big Black Book who said he sent an employee home after seeing him wearing pants like these. That being said, I am not a fan of their Waffle Jacket line (the fabric is not appealing to me but I’m rather traditional) but at least RJ is showing some innovative mood and I’m very sure it’s appealing to a lot of you guys.

Isetan, Shinjuku: wow wow wow. And here I thought le Bon Marché in Paris had a decent offering for menswear and so did Selfridges and Harrods in London. “This is nothing baby” (American Psycho). Try Isetan in Shinjuku, it will blow your brains out. They have pretty much everything from RTW by Ring Jacket, Lardini, LBM, Cantarelli, Sartoria Formosa, Caruso, Isaia, you name it to MTM programs by 5 different houses including Liverano & Liverano. Man, I could easily spend 6 figures there… There were some cashmere overcoats, unlined wool coats, suits, sport coats, shirts, vintage fabrics, trousers in all imaginable colors, just everything. Service is very nice, polite and knowledgeable in terms of style. Speaking a little bit of Japanese will help you a great deal but they’re trying their utmost to be accomodating. Strasburgo, Ginza: good range of Barba, Edward Green, Alden, Lardini, LBM and brands like that but offered at 20% more than in Europe so not interesting at all for us. The selection is nice though and pleasant to get some ideas. Beams, Ginza + Shinjuku + Marunouchi + a lot of others: now, that’s a pretty cool store. The really good thing about it is that it works as a concept store with different price ranges and completely different pieces from one store to the next. They have like 8 stores in Tokyo I would say (maybe more but I visited only 5). Some target more on semi-fused suits (but looking well and costing 300 euros, down to 180 euros on sale) and casual menswear and bags. They also have Barracuta, a lot of Harris Tweed, some Aran chunky knitted pullovers, wool ties, Alden shoes and so on. It’s definitely in my top 3, I loved that store chain.

United Arrows, Ginza (The Sovereign House store) and Marunouchi and a lot of other places as well: Favorite as well, same kind of store than Beams and other brands including some top ones in the SOVEREIGN HOUSE store (their highest price point) with Cesare Attolini, Liverano & Liverano RTW, Incotex, Salvatore Piccolo shirts and some AMAZING looking coats. Man, I got crazy there. Thank god, I couldn’t spend 50,000 right away (euros that is, not yen).

Mitsukoshi: department store, nothing extraordinary compared to Isetan. It’s the same thing than being at Selfridges. Hankyu Men’s only offers International Designers so not interesting at all if you ask me. Ships: casual menswear, not bad at all and reasonably priced. Cuts are a bit odd and don’t fit me but they have good ideas in terms of styling. Second hand stores: Komehyo and Daikokuya (and all the small ones if you like bags and wallets). Let’s say that for all French houses like Vuitton and Hermès, you won’t find a good deal anymore. Prices have significantly risen compared to 3 years ago and I visited all of the stores in Tokyo. For clothes on the other hand and especially at Komehyo, they have amazing deals such as Cifonelli sportcoats at 250 euros, Isaia cashmere sport coat at 300 euros and so on. The main idea there is that they focus on some brands that they sell at a very high price (Hermès, Vuitton, Edward Green, Alden, Kiton, Sartorio, Brioni, Cesare Attolini) but the rest is very interesting to buy (Caruso, Isaia, Belvest, Ring Jacket and so on).

Jean and Charles as mirrors for each other

Jean has parallel moments with Charles, such as when she hides her company from Styker’s soldier with telepathy. She also dresses in similar clothes as Charles - stripy shirt with a tweed jacket. These establish that Jean and Charles can be understood as mirrors for each other.

This is important to understanding the scenes where Charles comforts her after a nightmare, and where Jean gives back Logan’s memories. Both of them are callbacks to previous films. The first one is callback to dofp Charles’ conversation with his older self. “pain will make you stronger than you ever imagined… the great gift of bearing pain without breaking borns from the most human power, hope.” So knowing how Charles had his character development from a punk ass bitch to a responsible person again, and regained control to his power, it is easier to understand how Jean transformed in a similar way as Charles and how she was able to release her full power in the end. Jean giving back Logan’s memories is parallel to Charles giving Erik memories of his mother in first class. So Jean and Logan’s closeness in that scene comes from a very human connection, sympathy and kindness, just as Charles to Erik, totally not creepy, as some audience thinks.

Seeing as both of my Dark Tower-inspired slouch beanies have sold I was thinking of making some Beam Guardian scarves. They’d all be ready to go by the time scarf weather rolls back around. I think they’d be great in some nice neutral colors and with each Beam’s respective Guardian at either end.

I’m also going to tweak the Unfound hat design to make it a bit smaller and do it in a deep brown or maybe even tweed. I also want to make a version of the Crimson King hat with a smaller design.