[soaks and salts him like that shrimp video hei linked.]
Everyone else I've talked to has the same story. We all went under unexpectedly.
Moreover, a lot of them got trapped in places you shouldn't be able to get trapped. They said there were invisible walls holing them in at the beach. How do you like that?
[He soft-knocks the side of his fist against the door frame, feeling itchy. Needing a smoke. Another oddity — why do you still crave them after you left your body behind?]
but yves nods at that, crossing his arms in thought... ]
I don't want to think she was, but it doesn't line up. She obviously would've tried to wake us up if the door unlocked, but I didn't even know a thing until this morning. And I'm not that heavy of a sleeper...
Do you think there's some dangerous thing out here that none of us noticed until now? But I've been going out to the ocean at night for a while, and it's never seemed amiss to me...
Well. Some things aren't dangerous until they get in the mood to be.
And we don't know what happened. What kind of state they found her in. Maybe she took a bad tumble somewhere, god forbid it was anything worse. But...hard to say.
We're just left to spin conspiracies and bitch until they see fit to fill us in.
[He blows out a breath and cards a hand through his hair.]
Canvas the population, I guess. Have a smoke and a light dinner and spiral some more. Then I think I'll drink my weight in scotch and cheap tequila and hope to find out for myself what life after death and other death is all about.
[That first part is true. The latter hopefully not.]
... can you let me know when you sit down for a drink? I can at least stay with you. And then make sure you get back to your room safely.
[ not letting richie drink himself into a stupor.... ]
Mm... I think so? Or just... checking on if people are okay. Our island... Death was everywhere. So even though I'm sad, it's a little different. But I know other people didn't anticipate this at all, and weren't used to death even in life...
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[ yves is at least no longer damp, having changed into dry clothes ]
I'm not hurt. Are you okay?
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Yeah, yeah, I'm good. Nothing happened to me. [He'll clap him on the shoulder, then the hand lingers. His mouth thins and his eyes avert.]
Seems Charlie-girl was the only one who came out of here in less than one piece. I just can't figure how.
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Me neither. I was thinking about it and - if it unlocked while she was awake, she definitely would've tried to wake the rest of us up too.
[ charlie was just as fussy over marcoh as the rest of them, after all. he was clearly not having a good time so at least he should've been let out ]
But I was planning on staying up since I'm used to it for patrols, but then... I ended up falling asleep? So... how?
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Everyone else I've talked to has the same story. We all went under unexpectedly.
Moreover, a lot of them got trapped in places you shouldn't be able to get trapped. They said there were invisible walls holing them in at the beach. How do you like that?
[He soft-knocks the side of his fist against the door frame, feeling itchy. Needing a smoke. Another oddity — why do you still crave them after you left your body behind?]
It's like she was set up for it.
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but yves nods at that, crossing his arms in thought... ]
I don't want to think she was, but it doesn't line up. She obviously would've tried to wake us up if the door unlocked, but I didn't even know a thing until this morning. And I'm not that heavy of a sleeper...
Do you think there's some dangerous thing out here that none of us noticed until now? But I've been going out to the ocean at night for a while, and it's never seemed amiss to me...
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Well. Some things aren't dangerous until they get in the mood to be.
And we don't know what happened. What kind of state they found her in. Maybe she took a bad tumble somewhere, god forbid it was anything worse. But...hard to say.
We're just left to spin conspiracies and bitch until they see fit to fill us in.
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[ according to the messages. even then, he doesn't think richie is wrong. they really don't have many good options ]
What are you going to do now, Monsieur Richie?
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[He blows out a breath and cards a hand through his hair.]
Canvas the population, I guess. Have a smoke and a light dinner and spiral some more. Then I think I'll drink my weight in scotch and cheap tequila and hope to find out for myself what life after death and other death is all about.
[That first part is true. The latter hopefully not.]
What about you? Carrying on in Corps mode?
[a cop.....narrows eyes]
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[ not letting richie drink himself into a stupor.... ]
Mm... I think so? Or just... checking on if people are okay. Our island... Death was everywhere. So even though I'm sad, it's a little different. But I know other people didn't anticipate this at all, and weren't used to death even in life...