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One nice thing about being able to duplicate yourself is the fact that moving furniture from one location to another is usually a well coordinated effort.

Usually.

The paranoid duplicate spent more time coming up with conspiracy theories about how the Beyonder was to blame or that the Illumanati consider Jamie and Laya a threat and sent them here instead of another planet and...

Well he was holding things up so Jamie absorbed him and created another duplicate who seemed to obsessed with pudding. Which was marginally less annoying than the conspiracy theories but at least this dupe could moved boxed furniture while he talked.

It wasn't until he got back to the farm that he realized that the furniture assembly instructions were written in Russian.

Badly translated Russian.

Which made it worse when Jamie, who was bad at Russian to begin with, translated it back into English again.

"Insert bolt joe into rutabaga towel."

The duplicate looked over his should and frowned. "You know what we need? More pudding."

This could take a while.

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Well, this is interesting.

Jack, who has been out exploring the farm, eventually returns to find several versions of the same man working on building something.

So like the good helful pirate he is, he leans sideways against the wall to watch.

"Hey there!"

"Hi!"

"What's going on?"

"Hello!" all the dupes call out.

"Hey," Jamie said looking up from what could be a bookshelf or bizarre 3-D sculpture that he is working on. "How you doing? I'm Jamie."

"So am I!"

"Me too!"

"Ditto!"

"Do you like Pudding?"

"I like any food that's sweet," Jack replies, lifting a hand to take them all in at once.

"I'm Jack. You seem to be happily occupied."

And that would be the exact point where Jamie's 3-D sculpture/bookcase falls into pieces.

"Yeah. Not so much," Jamie groaned and before another duplicate could say "pudding" he absorbed them all back into himself so that there is only one Jamie standing.

"Nice to meet you Jack. Are you new here too?"

"Came in yesterday," Jack confirms, shaking his head at the mess even as his eyebrows raise for the absorption.

"Nice trick."

"Comes in handy at dull parties," Jamie replied. "I just came in the day before yesterday so I'm pretty much in the same boat. Is this your world or did you somehow get sucked in as well?"

Hey. This could be a pirate world before Jamie came.

Actually? a pirate world would be pretty cool.

Well, Jack thinks it's cool, anyway.

"Nay,"he replies. "Sky's too big. Too much land. I was pulled here stright off my ship."

And just in case Jamie needs it clarified, he glances at the fort. "Not that one."

"Ship? So you were a navy guy?" Jamie asked. "I never could get the hang of being on a boat."

"Oh no."

Jack's perpetual smirk fades. "Not navy. Never Navy. I'm a free man, sir. Allegiance to no king."

"King?" Jamie said raising an eyebrow. "What year did you get pulled from?"

"432, by the prophetic reckoning," Jack answers lightly, and that time he smiles. "You thought we'd follow the same calendars?"

"Well where I come from people wear tights, skin-tight leather and capes so I never judge a person on his outfit," Jamie said with a grin.

"Nothing wrong with a cape," Jack says cheerfully. "Until it gets caught in the rigging. Is that all they wear?"

"It depends," Jamie explained. "There are a good bit of others who have weird powers. Some can fly, some can shoot beams out of their eyes, some have incredible strength, etc. Most of them tend to dress up in costumes and wear belts with a lot of pouches and run around saving the world. The rest of the world tend to wear just normal clothes."

Jamie gestures to his own outfit which is a green t-shirt with a gold squiggly design, jeans and a leather jacket. "I personally find this much more comfortable."

"Ah, talents," Jack says with a grin, and a short bow. "Casters of my world never come so specialised."

"Casters?" Jamie queried. "As in magic-wizard-witchy type folk?"

Jack snorts quietly in subdued laughter.

"My way uses fewer words."

"Ah, yes but my way..."

Jamie pauses, his index finger held up in the air as if he's about to make a dramatic point.

"Um. Okay. I got nothing. So do you do any magic, Jack? Or are you just a swashbuckling type of guy?"

He grins and pats the sword at his hip.

"I'm no caster. I just see things."

"See things?" Jamie said with a slightly wary look. "So... you know stuff?"

Jack picks up on that wariness quickly, and reacts by - well, smirking, though not maliciously.

"No, stuff I just work out for myself. I'm just good at it."

"If you meet a girl named Layla Miller... She um... knows stuff," Jamie said scratching the back of his neck. "I don't know if the two you together would be a good thing or would send me running away screaming."

He's being good natured about that actually.

"I work well with other Readers," Jack says easily, before adding, "actually, that's a lie. But I can try. Is she pretty?"

This is important when talking about girls."

Jamie raised an eyebrow at that. "She's fifteen."

Jack might be just about to say 'so?', but fortunately for everyone involved, he just sighs.

"Worth a try, was it not?"