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[FUN GHOUL ➜ VIDEO 001]

[The feed turns on smoothly. No messing with buttons or accidentally switching from video to audio. It's just on. The face it's filming looks... kind of bored.]

So. [His gaze drifts from the communicator on his wrist to scan the square.] The way I see it is whoever's seeing this message has about five minutes to explain before I lose my calm.

[His eyes drop back to his wrist and he grins.] You really don't want that to happen.

'Fess up. Don't got all day. Make it quick and you just might survive this.

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[Someone is obviously on the move and fast, but don't say you don't know this voice.] What, no countdown?!

[Goddammit. What the hell is going on.]

Not gonna give 'em the satisfaction. But you? Five. Four. Three--

[Squawked:] Waitwait hold that three! Hold that three, don't move it!

Three point two. Three point five. Three and four quarters.

[Not another tenth of a point! Hope you've got something soft to fall on, because in that exaggerated second, Party Poison rounds a corner and gets his sights. Once he's got a visual, there is actually no time between where he is and where Ghoul is. Everything about his method of greeting is rough, from the tackling to the crushing hugging to the kisses stamped over and over Ghoul's cheek. There might be some cursing in there, but it's mostly just whining, just loud whining.]

[ Yeah, this is just someone ~~with a nice cheek bruise~~ panicked and shoving at buttons in an attempt to turn the fucking video broadcast function off. HE DIDN'T MEAN TO TURN IT ON. After a few mutterings of 'shit', it at least switches to audio. Galen, of course, can't tell if it's still on, so he holds his breath and listens. ]

[Softest concrete in all the land. He half-expected the tackle, really, on some subconscious level. The rest wasn't all that surprising, but it was pretty damn out of nowhere and therefore annoying.] The fuck are you-- Get off!

[The pushes are half-hearted at first, but get rougher the more he wants to know what the fuck is happening.]

Where are we. Why are we. And what the hell did that voicebox mean by new home?

Woah. Woah, hang on.

[That is not the-- that wasn't the idiot that just tackled him, because said idiot still has the right hair and an un-bruised face.]

Leaving so soon?

Shut up! [Ghoul shoves him, he shoves Ghoul's arms, this is very productive. Look just let him hold your precious, precious bby face, wow so cute, wow.] Shut up, shut up, can you--whattayou--when'd they get you? Whattayou know?

[ He swallows and curses quietly. ]

Just, uh -- just thought you were someone else. Forget it.

[ ... Okay, fine. He gives up.

For now.

Just gonna sit there with the flattest expression, being held by an idiot. Yep. This is a normal occurrence.]

Nothing. I don't know a damn THING! S'why I asked, genius. Who's the voice? What's Cape Kore? Woke up ten minutes ago and this is what I get.

That a fact? I thought the same thing. Now why d'you think that is?

But when'd you go to sleep?! [Wandering eyes snap to Ghoul's suddenly, brow darkens. A serious question.] What's the last thing in your head?

... What's your name?

... [That's a hard question. Trying to remember-- it's hard. He stares off into space for a second before shaking his head.]

You and the Kid went down. Jet got out. He went for the car with the midget and I locked the doors--

[His hands twist into the collar of Ghoul's vest and hang there.] And then what? Wait, whattayou mean "went down"? Who's car? Is she okay?

[Well. These people have already seen him without his mask. Standard rules don't apply. Especially not with him looking like that.]

They call me Ghoul. You?

... It's... Galen. [ A short pause, then: ] I'm sorry. I gotta go. I -- good luck, I guess. Bye.

[ This time, he successfully cuts the transmission. ]

[Ghoul grabs him right back, getting a fist full of whatever he can hang onto.]

I mean you bit the dust. Got ghosted. Hit the floor, lights out! [And then there's the fury. It's all over his face.] Don't know. I think they got me, P. I don't think we made it. Is that why we're here?! We didn't-- and they're both--

[There. Alone. Wherever there was from here. Just the two of them alone, and Ghoul's stomach twists into knots the way Party's hands are twisting on him.]

[There is a most excited face and a most excited squeal of joy. He's not even a little embarrassed.]

Ghoul, you dog-fucking piece of shit, where are you?!

[He's going to tackle you to the ground! Friendly-like!]

How the fuck should I know?! You tell me.

[He turns the camera on the ruins of the diner and-- what. No. What is it with you dipshit brothers and all these tackles-- okay fine. Whatever. You're both just getting it back two-fold later.]

I think we need to talk, Kid.

[Party allows himself three seconds--three seconds!--to be crushed by the possibility. Then, loudly:] Nnnnope! [He pinches both Ghoul's cheeks hard with both hands and announces to the world:] We been kidnapped! Doped up and shipped off! Ghosted, though, far cry! We're alive, son.

[Don't pinch his cheeks when he's being all deep and emotional-- augh. Okay, forget it. He wants to ask if everyone's here, but doesn't want to hear any answer other than yes. Guess he'll settle for smooshing Party's face away with the palm of his hand.] Yeah? Well what the fuck are we supposed to do now?

Get comfy! C'mon, c'mon-- [Genki Poison, he's jumping to his feet, yanking Ghoul up with him, totally not feeling on all his shit but this is like getting a bun hot from the oven. He's still got California on him.] We got a house. You can help us lock it down. And you gotta see this bitch upstairs, man. And I'll show you the place. And we can go out with back up! Fuck, G--

[He stops picking and pecking at Ghoul's clothes and limbs and hair to scoop up around him again, pressing his face hard against the brunet's neck. And he just stops. Just stays there, wound tight but totally still.]

House? Did you just say house--

[Something is up. Something Ghoul just doesn't get. He's acting like he hasn't seen him in days when they were literally just in the car together hours ago. There's a HOUSE? He smells... clean.]

Party...

[He stands stock still for another fraction of a second before holding him just as tightly.]

'M right here. I got you.

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I'M NOT GONNA MAKE IT. THE FEELS HAVE ME.