001 ♦ Jesse Finch ♦ Audio

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So I've got three guesses as to what this is right now. [ The voice that comes through the communicator is quiet and calm. The undertone to this voice, however, is not at all -- there's a hint of panic and a whole lot of anger underneath. ] One, I traveled back in time to land in some Twilight Zone-Silent Hill bullshit. Two, I've finally cracked and I've gone insane, which, y'know, could be worse, my brain coulda put me in somewhere much more terrifying than a room with a camera -- or three, I'm dreaming. [ Which is what he's afraid of. There's a beat, and then the sound of a lighter being flicked on, a cigarette being lit. ]

Watch, m'just talking to myself. I don't even know if anybody's out there. [ It's been an hour and he hasn't seen anybody yet, after all, though to be fair he hasn't gone very far. He's waiting. Come get him, nightmare. He's not scared of you. ]

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[gloryisbullshit]

Depends. Whattaya gonna do with it?

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Use it to invoke ancient evil voodoo magics against you.

[gloryisbullshit]

Yeesh. See if you ever get mine.

So what happens if you dreaming?

I'M ASSUMING HE CAN'T SEE PARTY

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[ Snort. Okay, whatever. ] Well, you'd be a figment of my imagination, f'one.

ye ye ye ye

[gloryisbullshit]

Or you of mine. Right? Amirite? I'm right.

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That don't even make sense. If I was dreaming, why would I be the fake one? Unless y'wanna get all fuckin' -- Descartes on me, but to be honest I ain't nearly drunk enough to start philosophizing.

[gloryisbullshit]

You could be, if you wanted.

Y'know.

Drunk enough.

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Now that sounds like an offer. Unless you're an axe murderer. Then I'll just pretend it wasn't.

[gloryisbullshit]

Well, you threaten to voodooize me, so maybe you can leave your inner shaman at the door and I'll leave my scarred psyche at home. Sound fair?

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Aw, I can't just voodooize you a little? C'mon. Just one needle poke. [ He jokes, he jokes! Timey wimey shenanigans are a go. ] But fine. Where m'I going, then?

TIME SHENANS, YEAH [->action]

[gloryisbullshit]

Well, witchdoc, let's start where you are...

[Party gives some easy instructions (he's getting a little too comfortable with the layout, it's starting to feel small), and he'll be waiting at the bar, watching the door. See, he's done some reasonable snooping, so he won't be completely shocked to see a familiar face, but that doesn't mean he's not nervous. He watches the door like a predator.]

[akshun]

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[ That's a little unfair, isn't it? Jesse has no idea what he's about to see, but he didn't show up unprepared. Paranoid might as well be Jesse's middle name, and with all that's happened to him, he feels like he has good reason to be. The pipe he found isn't exactly easy to hide, but it serves its purpose. Protection. Just in case.

Jesse heads to the bar, peeking inside, calling out. ] Oi, this the right place?

[gloryisbullshit]

[He's just gonna get stared at for a moment. Party takes a deep breath, then, and whistles for his attention.] You the right guy? Probs, since I keep hearing ignorant questions, wow.

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[ Wow, rude. Jesse is going to say something, but. Y'know. There's a small issue he has to handle first. He's pretty glad he brought that pipe, actually, and he immediately scowls, grip tightening. ]

Christ. So that Kenzi chick was right. [ That's a pretty ridiculous similarity, right there. Except for the red. ]

[gloryisbullshit]

[Oh he smiles.] She talkin about me too?

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[ And Jesse's scowl gets deeper. ] No. She just said there's clones runnin' round, and m'seeing that.

[gloryisbullshit]

Ooh. [He feigns a shiver, shoulders hunching up around his ears, brow furrowing dramatically.] And what're you gonna do? Is that what the metal's for? C'mere, witchy, just come sit.

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No, I just ain't stupid enough t'come to a meet a complete stranger without some way t'protect myself. [ Jesse snarks, rolling his eyes. But he does, he goes to settle, sitting on one of the barstools and eyeing Party warily. ] Jesus, this is weird.

[gloryisbullshit]

I don't think so. [Except he does, but whatever. He scoots an inch-full tumbler in Jesse's direction, giving the other man a look at least as wary.

[A sniff after the long pause, and he picks up his own glass.] What's wrong with Howard's Kool-Aid?

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[ That glass gets some eyeing too. He picks up the glass and swills the liquid inside around once or twice before sniffing at it. And then he gives Party a sharp look. ]

Ain't really your business, now is it?

[gloryisbullshit]

What, it's K's business but not mine? [A gesture for Jesse's glass.] Look, I'll fuckin trade, Wesley, it's not a trick, just booze. Look, this one's safe, let's trade.

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Nuh-uh. You could have an immunity t'iocane powder, and I'd never know. [ He wrinkles his nose as he sets the drink down. ] It ain't her business either. I barely know either of you.

[gloryisbullshit]

So you're cool with letting strangers walk into danger?

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There ain't any danger. [ Jesse says, opting for pulling his cigarettes, lighter, and own flask out. ] It ain't happened for him yet, so m'doing preventative work.

I ain't giving someone whose name I don't even know ammo against my boyfriend, danger or no.

[gloryisbullshit]

[Well, that doesn't make him too happy. So Party bristles, smiles sharply.] Boyfriend? So he's a little fag, huh?