Wake up, don&#x27;t panic

“You are in, then. Welcome!” Haruhi smiled. Jacket would make a fine bodyguard. But she wouldn’t just let anyone in without knowing a bit more about them. If companies screened you to look for something fishy, then her Brigade ought to do so too to keep a semblance of professionalism.

Haruhi couldn’t put into words how happy she was to have someone willingly join her adventures, and despite the depressing context into which she was forced, she had to admit that the numerous surprising and interesting characters lifted her spirits considerably.

“So, Jacket, tell me more about yourself. For example, you can start by telling me what you do for a living, or your hobbies,” she said, almost overwhelmed by enthusiasm.

Jacket had expected her to question his background in some way due to how openly suspicious he looked and had already been mulling over possible excuses he could use. He would not tell this girl anything about who he really is, despite not having any reason to hide it. In a place as unknown as this it was best to not trust anyone too much, so he decided to falsify his own background to see if he really could trust Haruhi. He fiddled with his tape recorder once again and pressed play.

“Security guard.” Unlike most of the tapes he had played up until that point, this one was straight to the point. His tapes usually didn’t have very specific questions, but sometimes they were just what he needed. The answer he gave Haruhi wasn’t that far from the truth in reality. A security guard and an ex-military special operative weren’t that different from each other in some contexts.

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Wake up, don’t panic | Jacket & Haruhi

As per her own guidelines, anyone showing even slight interest in her precious SOS Brigade was a potential member, even if they got the meaning of the SOS wrong. She had chosen that because it was an easy to remember acronym, since everyone knew it, and because the actual name was too long as to give a letter for every word.

“No, that’s wrong!” she said, so very annoyed. “It stands for Spreading Excitement All Over the World with Suzumiya Haruhi Brigade, not Save Our Ship!”

“Basically,” she continued, “our task is to find supernatural or just interesting creatures, and have fun with them. We have looked for time travelers, espers, aliens, and such, but there is no guarantee we have found them, nor that we have not. However, we do not turn down any call for adventure of investigation, given that I’m curious enough about the subject.”

The true meaning behind the acronym surprised even Jacket, who did not expect anything nearly that...long. He adjusted quickly and started thinking again. This Brigade was certainly different than what he had expected, though he should have known better since it was run by a high school girl. But like he had thought to himself before, even having some allies- albeit with questionable goals in mind- was better than going off on his own in a place like this. She also seemed extremely eager to talk about the group, so she probably wanted him to ask to join. Quickly reviewing what little he knew, Jacket decided on an answer. He once again fast forwarded and played his tape recorder, the distorted voice playing out his response,

“Call 1-800- --” a burst of static, “-- now to join! Call within the next 5 minutes and you’ll get premium membership!” Jacket wondered if this little group he might be joining would run into any sort of trouble with these...supernatural things they were looking for. It was more likely that they’d run into trouble from snooping around too much and it didn’t seem like they had any way of countering that. Guess joining would benefit all of them as well.

Wake up, don’t panic | Jacket & Haruhi

What a wonderful way of communicating! So novel and innovative. It would not have been her preferred method of communication, but she appreciated it nonetheless. The next sounds from his tape recorder highlighted his already noticeable jacket, so she assumed that would be a fitting nickname. And Haruhi thought, let his name be Jacket.

“So, you are Jacket,” she did not ask. Cautiously, she continued, “my name is Haruhi Suzumiya, Chief of the SOS Brigade.”

After the initial surprise waned, Haruhi realized the man before her, with a name as ridiculous as Jacket, and his striking appearance, could be a serial killer, but most likely a parallel killer: killing not in series but many at the same time. However, if she was still alive and well, then she was not a target; therefore, Jacket was friendly.

“About that… I am new to the city myself, too, so I’m not familiar with it. And I know only a couple people not counting you…” Haruhi considered her options, and befriending him was the most obvious: he could be her bodyguard, if they got along well, and if she managed to make him remove the mask—it was making her a bit nervous.

The mention of some sort of Brigade perked Jacket’s interest. His first thoughts were of some sort of military unit of some sort, but he quickly wiped the thought from his mind. This girl hardly looked to be over 18, so it was unlikely that she was in any sort of military. He felt slightly annoyed, yet unsurprised, when she said that she did not know much either. It seemed there were plenty of people similar to Jacket in that they do not fully know much of the city they suddenly found themselves in. He took a second to think on what he should say. His options were to either simply walk away and leave the girl behind, or inquire about this Brigade she had mentioned. In any other situation he would leave and find answers elsewhere, but in a strange place like this having allies could be beneficial. Not like he had many other options. Deciding on his answer, Jacket rewound the tape and pressed play once more.

“This is an SOS emergency broadcast. Please respond.” His best choice right now was to try to stick together with someone who was a potential ally, especially if that person had other allies too. He did not plan to trust this girl at all, at least not for now. Nothing in this city seemed certain, so he felt as if he should have his guard up at all times. But this girl- Haruhi- seemed like she could at least help in figuring out some of the mysteries of this place.

Wake up, don’t panic | Jacket & Haruhi

Haruhi had heard passing rumors of the humanoid monstrosities deep within sector one, and she knew they had some animalistic features at times, but the sight of a filthy blood-stained chicken man she saw when she turned around was a bit shocking. But that was not quite right—it was a filthy blood-stained man with a chicken mask.

She figured he could not speak, for he used a tape recorder to form his sentences. Or maybe, she thought, he was too lazy to speak and preferred to simply press buttons, in which case, he probably was too lazy to clean himself up, and happened to walk across a carnage, and did not bother to remove the blood from his clothes.

However, that was all talk and irrelevant to the fact that a man who looked like he had just climbed out of a hellish toilet would “ask” her where the restroom is. More importantly: she did not know. Even more importantly: she was so annoyed, mainly because of his smell, but also because of the unwanted interruption of her wandering thoughts.

“…”

No words yet, she just stared back. Frowning intensely, so intensely a singularity annoyance akin to a black hole could form at any moment in her forehead, if only she had more annoyance to surpass the critical mass.

“Who are you?” She simply asked, more interested in the content of his character than the essence of his being.

A surprisingly calm reaction came from the girl despite Jacket’s appearance. Upon inspecting the her up close, he realized that she had an almost unreal kind of beauty to her. Jacket cared little for things like this though and quickly dismissed it. He considered her question for a bit. Who was he? Although he could answer this truthfully and upfront, he did not know this girl and did not wish to tell her. He looked down at his tape recorder for a brief moment and had an idea. He almost never took off his varsity jacket so it could be considered his most distinguishing feature, besides the masks he wore. Pressing play on the tape recorder again, the pleasant feminine voice whirred and fast forwarded to another part of the tape before playing another message,

“--sale on men’s clothing, jacket’s and more!” The tape abruptly stopped after this message. He quickly fast forwarded the tape again and pressed play, as he still had questions he wanted to ask before she could reply.

“I’m new around here, could you please--” the tape warbled and glitched before suddenly shifting into another language ”--Muéstrame la ciudad.” Jacket did not get mad or annoyed at the various problems with his tape recorder, he thought the message came out fine...despite he himself not being able to understand it sometimes. This girl seemed smart enough so he assumed she would be able to figure it out. With one more fast forward and another play, another portion of the tape played,

“Nice to meet you, what’s your name?”