@gaby

[vns]

[ this was supposed to be one of Gaby's days off. in fact, she's not in the safehouse when the message comes in. ]

Turns out that we're missing two new faces around the safehouse.

I'd play a guessing game as to why I wasn't told, but I don't care. These two faces apparently murdered two people that night.

I don't know who they are, but I do know that they're locked up. Any guesses as to what's going to happen to them?

Genuine question. Because I don't know.

Oh, and because some of you think you can do whatever the hell you want around here: don't think the way out for them is a jail break. Don't even fucking try it. And no, Morningstar isn't in the business of breaking people out of jail, because that would be stupid.

[ she's a little angry. no. a lot. but mostly she doesn't know how to handle this one. ]

Look. You know something? Tell me. You won't be "in trouble."

Comments

[blyat]

why should i tell you

[kometes]

What the hell?
You were the one who responded to me asking questions, or was that a mistake?

[blyat]

i was asking if it was the same guy
which never got answered

[kometes]

You're being difficult.
I'll tell you if it's him if you tell me what I want to know.

[blyat]

[This is giving him a familiar headache...]

im being difficult?
im not just going to tell you what happened if i dont even know you

[kometes]

Then stop wasting my time.

[blyat]

fine.

@margaret.carter / private

[revlon]

Hello, Cain. It's Peggy.

[ Long time no see. She's glad to know he's well. ]

Would you mind telling me, then? There's too much noise to wade through and a genuine straight answer would be refreshing, not to mention helpful.

private

[blyat]

hey
yeah, sure

[The trust there feels implicit, and also, she asks nicely.]

i dont know what actually happened with the murders
i found a new guy beating one of the locals
wouldve kept going, but i stopped him. he was drugged so he listened. told me to take it a step further so he wouldnt kill him
which makes me think it wasnt a choice.. what if that local picked a fight? i did some stupid shit cause of it too
got him away from the cops after

anyway, havent seen him in the safehouse.

the way he was hitting that guy... it didnt look normal

private forever

[revlon]

How do you mean it wasn't "normal"?
Was there something about the technique or his attitude that struck you as off, the drugs aside?

[blyat]

both?
first of all, hes a fucking asshole

but his technique was crazy
like really well trained
not some random lazy bar fight

[revlon]

It wasn't a choice but he wasn't pulling his punches either? I see.
Did you speak with him afterwards? Did he say how it started?

[blyat]

no
we were just trying to get away
i wasnt really thinking about it

[Panic attack. He doesn't want to get into it. He's still in denial it's what he experienced.]

i didnt think hed.... you know
after
wouldve brought him back to the safehouse

[revlon]

[ She threw up once she got clear of the ball and far be it from her to ever mention it again. They were similarly reeling from their arrival, it seems. ]

Would that have been the wiser choice? Putting such an individual in close quarters with the rest of us may have done just as much harm.

Not that we know next to anything about the man. It's hard to gauge from such a brief encounter with the unpredictability of the drugs.

[blyat]

[It's a good point, and one that hadn't come to mind.]

yeah. guess so

but i dont think he should get left in prison for it

[revlon]

We don't know the full story. Until we do, yes, I agree.

[blyat]

[He thinks to leave it there, but. Hasn't spoken since their encounter in the caves, an experience sooner repressed in his mind.]

you get out ok?

[revlon]

[ At first, she isn't sure what he means. And then — oh. The ball. ]

Yes, I managed all right. You?

[blyat]

uh
no
it was a shitfest

but i found some clothes to cover up with so at least that part worked

["Found."]