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Comments

[taer]

I'm fine.

[ her reply is immediate. it's not a lie, exactly, either: physically, she is fine thanks to gideon's intervention just in time. she's alive (again). mentally and emotionally? it weighs on her that the rip hunter she knew is gone, replaced by a man literally seeking to kill her, with no recollection of the respect they'd once shared. rip had been the one who told her that she isn't a monster. he'd told her that she's one of the strongest people he knows.

sara is fine. she's strong enough to manage this, too. it still hurts, though, and part of her had wanted to let jax kill him. it wouldn't have been fair to jax, though. killing leaves a mark on your soul, sara knows that better than anyone, and she doesn't want that for jax.

maybe she's still holding out hope that there's a way to get rip back, too. the old one, the one who'd look at her the way he's looking at her right now, like she's someone who matters. ] Things have happened. It's complicated.

[drummeintheface]

[Oh. This is a little less exciting. But he'll look as hard as he can and maybe he's some sort of genius at this????


......................

Welp.]

They just...look like little swirls.

[mydude]

God, with the grandpa again.

[Eye roll.





Wait.]

You haven't had caffeine?

[Taako turns on a heel and, in a dramatic flourish of glamorous bright orange robes, heads to the closet. When he returns, he's holding a cylindrical object with a blue and silver pattern. Taako waves a lazy hand and a hole pops open on the top of the can.]

Haven't quite figured out what this shit is or else I'd mix you up your own Taako special, but I think you'd better give this baby a try.

[He holds the can out. Up to you, big boy.]

[directed]

[Her answer comes too quickly.

He thinks the observation just as automatically as the reply itself that now stands in question. And with that crack Rip can see in her facade, so many questions now spark in his mind. Of course he wants to ask after her, to push the point and voice his concern--

But she's lived through several months, she's already said. A beat later, and she calls those things that have happened "complicated." It's all part of the future he's done so much to avoid learning of, the certain and written out path Rip has yet to live, but knows one day he will.

When does that selfish desire to not know, to avoid the burden of a destined fate give way to the worry he feels for a dear friend?]

If... [He swallows; this cannot be a choice made lightly. Not by him.] If there is something I can do... [He gestures outward with a hand. The offer feels futile, insufficient, yet even this much comes with a price. Though she has no way of knowing it, it's more than he's given nearly anyone else among their number. Certainly when Ray returned, equally "off" due to something that happened within their world, Rip had ultimately reminded him of the stance he's long held when it comes to knowing of events yet to unfold for him.

It's harder to hold such a limit with Sara, somehow.]

[fancylad]

[Ah.]

Well, there are three main types of fingerprints. Some are only a little wavy, some have loops, and some swirl in a circle. So maybe we can start by matching types of fingerprints?

[taer]

[ sara runs a hand through her hair, all of the sudden frustrated — with herself, for not being able to let it go quickly enough, with him for noticing, for pushing the point, with the entire situation. mostly with the situation. it's a frustration that comes from knowing that the rip hunter in front of her is lost to her, to the team. ]

Point me toward a drink?

[ using alcohol to cope is never a great habit, but after the day she's had? honestly, sara thinks she deserves one and if it'll take some of the edge off, all the better. whatever calm she's managed to gain by going through the motions of kata learned long ago has dissipated again, leaving her wrong-footed and confused, frustrated and vulnerable far more than she'd like.

but it isn't fair to him, either, is it? she won't tell him, she can't, but he isn't stupid. he can put two and two together and realise that something is wrong. in fact, he already has.

she sighs, shoulders dropping. ]

I'll get over it. [ she offers. it's not the first time she's died, after all. she blames thea no more than she can blame the real rip. neither of them were in their right mind. ]

Glenn Rhee | The Walking Dead

[deliveredpizzas]

(i) {Arrival}

Glenn arrived a little after midnight in the mansion. One moment he was on a supply run in an abandoned superstore, the next he was in a dark, unfamiliar hallway. He reaches for his flashlight first, switching it on. Then Glenn pulls out his knife from the sheath strapped to his thigh, keeping it poised and ready as he moves silently down the hall. He listens carefully for any signs of walkers, or people. Maybe he wasn't the only one from the group here.

Until he got a better idea of where the hell he was, Glenn refrains from calling out. God knows who or what was lurking around the corner. His gun was in a holster on his other leg, close to hand. Glenn would only use the firearm as a last resort, knowing that a shot would only attract attention - likely from walkers. While he was pretty adept at killing them, the hallway wasn't the best place to get stuck in.

He turns a corner which leads to another dark hallway, much like the first one except for a dim light at the end of it. A sign of life, maybe? Glenn slowly makes his way towards the light and remains on high alert, fully aware that danger could come out of nowhere and without warning.



(ii) {Network}

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Hi.

[Good job, Glenn. Start simple.]

I honestly can't remember the last time I used a cellphone. Or whatever this thing is.

Anyway. Hi. I'm Glenn. I've been here a few days now and it's... uh...an experience.

Does the word "walker" mean anything to anyone here?

[He's reaching out, hoping that someone from home was in this weird mansion. Glenn is reluctant to disclose his location because he doesn't know whom to trust.]



(iii) {Kitchen}

Glenn was so used to rationing food that he couldn't remember the last time he had a proper meal. The farm, maybe. Things had been okay there for the most part. Alexandria was another possibility, but supplies were dwindling. Which is why they made the deal with Hilltop. Maggie had brokered the deal (god, how he missed her) and they had got enough supplies to last a short while.

Anyone who comes into the kitchen will see Glenn at the table, tucking into a cheeseburger. There are some fries on the side and a chocolate milkshake. Very unhealthy, but also delicious. He decided to wait a few weeks before indulging himself in something so decadent. Glenn knew that his stomach wouldn't have been able to cope with this much salt and additives; he didn't want to risk being sick.

Every now and again Glenn would take a sip from his milkshake, dip a few fries into ketchup and then resume eating the rest of the burger. He's a little distracted right now so someone would need to be loud enough to grab his attention.


(iv) Wildcard: hit me with your best shot. Fiiireee awayyyy.

[ishisstrength]

[His plead cuts through her and she stops.]

Thomas?

[A million unanswered questions weighted heavily on his name. She knew him. Except that something is different and she doesn't know what that is. A knot of uncertainty tightens in her chest but she tries her best not to show it. It is useless hiding things from Thomas.

She doesn't want to cause him pain.]

What is it?

[fancylad]

[Angus stares, eyes wide, at the can.]

Um... Okay, sir, if you, um, if you think I should.

[He accepts the can and inspects the label. He's never had an energy drink in his life, but, okay. He takes a sip.]

Wow, that... sure is a taste that I just put in my mouth!

[The fizziness is really weird to him, too. Even sodas without caffeine were never in the house. ...But, okay. He continues drinking it.]

ii

[choosetruth]

That what you call zombies?

They're the Infected for us for the most part.

[chosendarkness]

W... wait, don't cry, now!

[Oh, jeez- this is NOT what he wanted to happen. His dramatic pose falters, and he starts waving his hands, as if that could suddenly sweep away the new awkwardness of this situation.]

I was just messing around! I'm not- I mean, my blood makes mistakes like this all the time! It can be somewhat overzealous, is all- a terrible burden which I must endure! I can keep it under control, though, don't worry! Please don't be upset?

[naughty_nurse]

[Sniffle sniffle. But as she tries to calm down, she realizes the other... oddities he's said.]

B-Blood? There's something wrong with your blood?

[deliveredpizzas]

Yeah, I guess.

[Zombie? The word isn't really familiar to him. But infected sounded more probable.]

Is your world overrun with them too?

[choosetruth]

Not as much as in some worlds. The Rising was over 20 years ago and society's recovered a lot. But yeah, we've got them.

[noreason]

[Naoki took in Raidou's gestures, eyeing him.]

...What?

[eatsyourscience]

...Well, it wasn't my plan just then.

[Souji looks down at her where she's standing beside him.]

Did you just get here?

[beardman]

[He finally does tuck his knife away, but he's still not sure he understands.]

All right, then. Go ahead.

[xiv_kuzunoha]

[Raidou continued to eye Naoki right back. He could tell, he thought, what was up with Naoki.]

You're a demon.

[like_tofu]

What're you talking about? It was a legitimate question since I'm sitting here at a piano.

So how long have you been here? Any ideas when we're all leaving?

[naughty_nurse]

U-Um, well... I've been here over a year, and... you can't leave willingly. It's when... W-wonderland chooses.

[like_tofu]

[And why wasn't it in his plan? It should've been! But Rise could wait for when Souji would be proposing to her. Soon, she hoped!]

Long enough to get an idea of what's going on! Kanzeon's helping me to check everything out, but no exits so far.

[like_tofu]

Really? Wow, they're strict, aren't they? Just have to make the best of our stay then! A year is kind of a a long time though, isn't it?

[naughty_nurse]

I-I think it's been a year... I really can't trust my memory.

[matraques]

You know... [ The voice that comes from behind him is warm, tinged with a soft and slightly drawling accent. There's a hint of something else beneath it, though, firm and unyielding. The stone beneath the velvet. As she leans against the wall, settling in his peripheral vision, her appearance mirrors the sound of her voice.

Bobbi's smirking, blonde hair framing her face as she cranes her neck. Her hands are in constant motion, spinning a pair of metal quarter-staffs round and round. She always twirls when she's thinking, and right now, she's trying to figure out the man she's looking at. ] Keeping a piece like that tucked into your pants is kinda asking someone to take it away.

network.

[matraques]

Given what I've already seen here, I'm not sure if I want to never drink again or just keep drinking until it makes sense again.