Baby lately the plans we're making

[headandhand]

WHO: Open to all Dualizens
WHAT: Your regularly scheduled NAPs event for the month
WHERE: Our Crazy Jane's Gallows!
WHEN: January 7-10
WARNINGS: Please use these if applicable!

Look at all of these bright, shining new faces! There’s even a few less bright, less shining faces - maybe even a few folks without faces - but hey, this city welcomes all types. Chances are, if you’ve just arrived, you're seeing some pretty crazy things, unless you're used to an eye-blinding amount of neon, robots, weird-ass technology, magic, and an omnipresent police force...and hey, if you are, congrats, you're gonna settle in just fine! But for the rest of you, the Head knows this is gonna be pretty overwhelming, right?

Well, since your quaint individual processing units are probably having a hard time, why not link up with another one? By which the Head means...

Hello, new citizens of Dualis,
and welcome to your monthly Network Adjacency Protocol~!


NAPs are a monthly community networking event similar to the Earth concept of speed dating. Two citizens (new arrivals and old hands alike) are placed at a table together with a handy cue card of queries to help break the proverbial ice. Ask (possibly invasive) personal questions and receive results - or ignore the card and yeet yourself straight into a brand new friendship, whatever works! But don't be too shy - you've only got ten minutes together, and if you just sit in silence for the whole ten, the Network Admins are likely to come supervise and try to repair the uplink through a mild shock to the ol' central nervous system. You might find yourself saying all sorts of unintended facts about yourself if that happens...probably better to just make friends, right? Who doesn’t like friends?!

Upon arrival, most will be ushered in by the Admins into the Gallery. Just ignore that large painting on the graffiti wall. Once inside you can begin to mingle and meet your fellow Dualizens, the city has also provided box wine, crackers and cheese as refreshments, a lovely Charcuterie spread laid out for any to sample while looking at the art and mingling.

This month there are two other lovely items for your amusement or horror! First off is a Karaoke machine, how the hell did they pull off getting every song you can think of with lyrics to all? Though, nearly every foul word is replaced with the sound a goose honking, have fun with that! Also, along with your normal note cards of questions you will find blank paper and kiddie packs of crayons. Make some art and leave it behind or leave it for your new friend!

Comments

NPC - William McAlister - OTA

[itwasworthit]

A
Will rarely was ever seen out in public, aside from needing to keep himself out of the spotlight, his snuggle therapy business kept him quiet busy, he had high end clients all around the city. Last thing any of them needed to know was their snuggle buddy (and for a little bit more, he'd do a lot more) was one of the Heart's leaders.

A rather intimidating looking young man he was, he considered himself to be devilishly handsome, but that was neither here nor there. He made his way inside, knowing the dangers and yet, here he was. A glass of wine in hand, and nibbling at some cheese. Anyone, no matter which gender, who looked his way would get a flirtatious grin from him almost daring them to come to him. Those who dared might find him leaning into their personal space. "Tell me about yourself, Darling." was the first thing said to anyone who was willing to come into his spiderweb.

B
Of course he made his way up to the Karaoke set in time, he had lost his jacket somewhere already, and had his red sleeves rolled up to his arms. Anyone who knew him well, wouldn't have been shocked, but no one really knew him that well. At least he assumed so, so when the piano notes of Tiny Dancer started, he started to sing along with it. Not missing a note, He knew this song to well. Almost lost in it as he sang along with it, not even needing to look at the lyrics.

A

[sociallychallenged]

Hank showed up at the NAPS not to actually participate this time, but he scouts for new faces, sees if he can find someone he didn't see before. Sees if he can find people that are familiar but shouldn't be here. Looks at the art, and considers buying something just to make it look normal that he's here.

Then there's guy, who suddenly leans into his space as he's plucking up some squares of cheese on toothpicks.

"Who, me?"

Yes, you, you fucking moron.

"I'm a Detective with the Dualis PD. I'm just here to help keep an eye out for things. Nothing really bad happens at these events, but you never know who'll take advantage of new people, right? Gotta stay on top of stuff." He puts on his formal smile. Holding his cheese.

A

[fuckregularpeople]

The Hangman's Daughter isn't paying attention to the handsome young man in her gallery. She's looking around, frowning deeply and occasionally hugging herself. Tears well in her eyes but never seem to properly fall. She looks at Will with watery brown eyes, her hair hanging limply over her shoulders.

It's her party, and she'll cry if she wants to.

"This isn't what I had in mind," she says sadly. "It's all gone wrong. It shouldn't have happened."

Markus | Detroit: Become Human

[notspartacus]

The arrival here, the very existence of this place, should have been impossible, or so he tried to tell himself at first, even as the Head had explained everything to him. There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy. Maybe Shakespeare had a point. He wasn't consumed by disbelief, the ground, the dormitories, all of it was real and undeniable, and he wasn't overwhelmed by all the new and heretofore unheard of alien species, but he was suspicious. The odds an infection were to require such lengths to combat were desperately low, and any A.I. trusted with such a task would have gone about different means.

He's spent some time combing back through the network available and meeting network redundancy after network redundancy, but gleaning enough information to know at least one other android from his world was here, and that was enough to get him to attend the NAPs event without any sort of urging. He can't help likening the event to speed dating once he's there, and he takes a seat with a handy note card full of suggested questions, but also a few sheets of paper and some assorted crayons. Whenever someone has a seat, the man with the heterochromatic eyes is sketching a skyline deftly with a black crayon that may be recognizable to certain people.

He looks up when someone takes a seat, smiling pleasantly and setting down the crayon long enough to reach across the small table and offer his hand for a shake. "I'm Markus. Is this your first networking event?"

It's better to play naive when an unknown A.I. might be watching, isn't it?

[skyward_eyes]

"Actually, I've been here since June," Nida answers as the man settles in across from the stranger. His eyes move over the skyline and he smiles softly to see it. It isn't exactly familiar, but he definitely appreciates the creation.

"Would it... be okay if I drew a little too? I've never seen these here."

He does shake Markus's hand and until he's told it's okay to reach for paper and crayons, he just watches with a smile.

"The events aren't really fun very often. And very often strained. But such is life here."

Not fun, and very strained.

[ferrokinetically]

There's a mechanical quality to Lorna's attendance of this NAPs event. She never particularly enjoys them but it seems like a necessity to go. Meet people. See where it's taking place. See if anything happens. It's all routine at this point and it's probably obvious by her bored expression that she's just going through the motions as she walks over to the man sketching a skyline. She tilts her head as she looks it over and then looks up at him with a small quirk of her eyebrow. After a slight pause she takes his hand in a firm shake and then sits down.

"Nice doodle," she says in a tone that threatens to betray her indifference. "Nah," she shakes her head. "Not my first one. I think I've lost count, they're all pretty much the same shit different location. You're new though." Or just someone who never came to them. She's betting on new given the question and just the general look of the man.

Re: Markus | Detroit: Become Human

[waypastasking]

Steve hasn't even gotten settled in yet when Markus started questioning him. Steve smiled at him. "Hi Markus, I'm Steve and no, I've been to a few of these. Figured it would help me meet people," He shrugged some.

Steve glanced at the drawing. "That's good. Do you draw often?"

Dean Winchester | OTA

[familybadass]

Like there was any chance of Dean going to a speed dating event. The man had died multiple times and he would take a jaunt through purgatory rather than sit down and ask dumb ass questions or worse answer dumb ass questions about himself... no thanks.

Dean, however, found the bar as soon as he possibly could. He had a glass of wine and a heaping plateful of cheese hoping to find a place to sit.

Wildcard

[feel free to catch him anywhere. ]

[itwasworthit]

Of course, Deano found the bar. And Will had seen that fine looking man standing there. Will didn't care about genders, hell Will didn't care about much in that respect, but he was bored and knew fresh meat when he saw it. Sliding over without much of a word. Taking a drink of his own wine, he offered an almost flirty playful grin.

"New in the big bad city?"

[metamorphotic]

It's been a while since Nick attended one of these official events. She's had her hands full lately with assisting a revolution, and NAPs are always crawling with admins and Iterations, which is attention she really needs to avoid attracting.

But things with the Heart have been calm for the past few months, and Nick could do with some social interaction that doesn't involve an ulterior motive. An art gallery sounds like a pretty innocuous locale, and she's a little bit delighted to see the karaoke machine in full swing. She watches a couple performers take their turns, and when there's a lull in the line, she takes the mic to give a spirited rendition of an '80s pop classic.

She's not classically trained in any sense, but she performs like someone who's spent a decent amount of time on stages in dingy bars after weeks of practicing in a cluttered garage. Better than the average karaoker, at least - she treats her few minutes in the spotlight like she's putting on a real show, and it's while she's gesturing out into the crowd that she spots a face she recognizes, one she hasn't seen before now in this city. One she hasn't seen in a couple of years, actually, and it throws her for a second, right back into a desolate, ruined city and tense arguments.

She finishes her song with a wide smile and a wave and a bow and makes way for the next participant, wandering through the crowd in Dean's direction. She acquires a plastic glass of the cheap red wine, takes a sip, and her face scrunches up in distaste.

"This place would be so much more hoppin' if they'd have whiskey out instead of whatever this swill is," she comments, and turns her head toward Dean, acting as if she's only just now noticed he's there. "Hey ... I think I know you from somewhere. It's Dean, right?" Unlikely that it's either of the men she's met before, but from what she knows, any Dean needs to know certain things about her right from the start.

EDI | Mass Effect | OTA + 1 closed

[mobilityassistance]

The Gallery
Fascinating, the things humans can create. Art isn't a solely human ability, but they seem to have the closest connection to it, from what she's seen. Despite their rapid advances in technology, they always seemed to find something...superfluous and still somehow needed. There was certainly more emotion in humanity's more artistic endeavors than in other species' attempts. Even an AI like her could see that.

EDI makes a note of the rather dark painting but says nothing, moving inside to view the rest. And pretend she doesn't see the glares. Apparently there's some enmity toward synthetics around here. Interesting, given the level of technology, but she hasn't been here all that long, it's impossible to say what the situation is. It's possible that it's something similar to the Quarians and the Geth, but so long as no one tries to attack her, she'll keep her distance for now.

She doesn't make a whole lot of effort to blend in, though; her sleek metallic body definitely stands out. Not much she can do about that now.


The Dorms - Closed to Tidus

Despite protests (mostly internal, honestly) that she didn't need a room, it seems she's got one. She doesn't sleep, so doesn't need a bed, she doesn't have any material possessions, what is she going to do there, stare out a window? Wonder where the rest of her is? Mope? All of that is amazingly pointless and a huge waste of time that she could be using to better get to know the area. Or figure out how she'd gotten here--or more importantly, how to leave.

Still, she'd probably better take a look, so she turns up to take a look. It's a little messy, but she doesn't exactly plan on sticking around for very long. It's almost spartan, otherwise. Certainly more like crew quarters than Shepard's. That works for her, at least, she doesn't need much in the way of space. Anymore. As long as the Normandy is...unavailable.

the Gallery

[notspartacus]

Humanity's initial robotic endeavors were was blatant as the android he sees standing near a corner, and yet she's clearly made of an alloy he's never encountered. She stands out so much, he's almost hesitant to approach her at first, and instead he attempts a wireless ping in her direction...which goes nowhere. It was worth a shot. This was going to require a more direct approach.

He moves closer, crossing his arms and moving his mismatched eyes, one blue the other amber, over the painting she was standing beside.

"It's been a while since I've been to a gallery, and...never one quite like this."

[wickedprayers]

Considering how he's been feeling lately there was a brief moment where he considered sitting this one out. But it was important to have an eye on the people coming in for various reasons, he had to remind himself. Besides, he feels well enough to be out of the hospital, so he's well enough to continue to gather whatever information he can. It was a moment of weakness he won't entertain again.

And he's glad he didn't.

When he walks into the Gallery it's difficult not to spot the familiar synthetic. Granted, around the time that EDI obtained a body to separate herself from the ship, Thane was stuck in Huerta Memorial Hospital. But from the very little time he saw her around that time there was no mistaking her.

"EDI?" Thane often keeps a fairly neutral cadence in his speech, but he can't help the surprise that seeps through his tone and even lingers on his face as he steps closer, wondering if he's seeing things.

dorms

[blitzcheer]

“Um.”

In actuality, it’s the sound of the door opening and closing that would have been noticeable at first, but the singular um wouldn’t be too far behind. The mess? Tidus is used to seeing that, not caring; tells himself sometimes he’ll do something about it later, which never comes.

But the …… newer addition to the room, Tidus isn’t used to seeing that. And as he looks at her (her??), visibly feminine and not flesh and….everything else, he can’t help but gawk, not knowing if to be concerned, on alert or bewildered first. Going for everything at once instead.

“Who--are you?”

[notalive]

At first he thinks he's seeing an android from home - a glimpse of silver at the other end of the room, between the bodies of people appreciating the art. An android from home who's decided to cast off the humanlike shell completely, showing themselves to the world as they are.

Eventually he realises that no, it can't be. This one has no LED, a different shape and structure - and hair built into the chassis. This is another kind of AI.

That's even more interesting.

The crowd shifts gently in such a way that he eventually does end up right next to her, and it's only then that he notices the stares - notices them because even though he was used to enmity, even outright hostility, back in Detroit, here he's gotten used to being seen as just another human.

But it looks like he's been shielded up until now by not looking too abnormal.

"I've never met an AI who wasn't an android like me before," he says...but then immediately corrects himself. "That had a body, that is. And I don't count the Iterations as AI."

And he's never met the Head. Look, he was trying to break the ice here.

"I'm Connor."

Meh Yewll | Defiance

[imaginary_wife]

A.) Artsy Fartsy
OPEN to Anyone
during the january naps

Doc Yewll wanders the oh so beautiful collection of art, checking it out. Including the gruesome stuff. Amazing. Gotta love an artist with an air for harsh reality or alternately one that's fiercely depressed and/or rageful and can only deal with it in bursts of paint.

You know, if there were a few more flowers reminiscent of human vaginas? They'd have everything covered in this place.

Doc Yewll walks around, holding a glass of expensive wine like she's not seen since the Pale Wars, wearing pretty much the only outfit she has to her name currently; all black, gray leggings, and a pair of goggles perched up on her scaley head. And oh look, she's the only person here that's not got a human face that she's seen so far.

Well. At least the food is fresh and the company is fair to middling in its tolerability.

B.) NAPS time
Open to anyone
during the january naps

Now it's her turn to make art.

She can, however, be a poet. So she's sitting there writing in a way that one might mistake as art. But it's her effort to write up an angry verse as she waits. It's a damn shame sometimes translation ruins the Indojisnen puns. Every letter perfectly interlocking, gem-shaped arrangements of hexagons.

But hell, if it comes down to it? She can 'Lady from Nantucket' with the best of them.

"God, they bring us here and then they torture us," she mutters about the current 'singer', similarly hexagonal pupils focused on her card as she doodles away.

C.) Nice to meet you
CLOSED to Domino
dated to just after Doc Yewll arrives

Alright, now that was a real treat. Taken somewhere, dumped out with little more than a quick tutorial on how to not know what's happening, given enough money to buy a banana and some milk? Thank god for that. What would she have done being dropped in a random place if they weren't so kind as to give her ten scrip to get herself established.

Oh, duos, right. That's what they're called.

With that vague feeling of having been dropped out of a car without a map and the only gas station attendant refuses to stop listening to their headphones, she finds her room and saunters in, identifies the part of the room that is occupied, and goes to lay on the bed in the other half.

"Well... Nice to have a ceiling and access to fresh canned food," she mutters.

Re: Meh Yewll | Defiance

[notverycinematic]

Whoa, that's not what she expected. There are some truly weird looking people in the world. Sure it might not be the weirdest thing she's seen (thanks DP), but it's still a hell of a shock. Could just be another mutant. Yeah that.

"Could be worse. At least there is food."

B

[notspartacus]

When the bell sounds, Markus makes his way to the next table with his own art supplies, a sheet of paper and a few crayons (for lack of anything else), and tries to make sense of what she's drawing before smiling ever so slightly at her comment.

"I'm sure the karaoke could be worse."

Connor | Detroit: Become Human

[notalive]

Cheese appreciation
Connor is a big old pleb and doesn't know how to appreciate art. Not that he knows the word pleb, either. But he still showed up, so maybe he wants to change that. Or he did.

But now he's just looking out for the artist. He knows Jane, albeit not the alter who does art, and he doesn't think Jane would consent to having NAPs at her gallery for even a second.

With that in mind, he feels a little guilty looking at the paintings for too long - like looking into a private part of someone's mind, like probing their brain - so he's quickly spending more time with the cheese platters than the art.

"Do you know what this is?" he asks someone, because he doesn't know it's feta with honey on crackers, but it is and he's ready to eat way more of it than his newly installed stomach is meant to take.

NAPtime
Sometimes he spends so much time at the venue the NAPs are held in that he doesn't bother actually doing the speed-friending.

But here he is today, and he's taking a leaf out of the book of someone he met a while back and ignoring the cards.

"You can have the power to talk to animals, but every time you go home the dozens of insects in your walls want to chat to you about your day. Do you take it?"

Drifter better be proud of him.

Cheese Please

[skyward_eyes]

Ah, now there is a question Nida is qualified to answer. Which is, of course, quite important. He didn't like coming to things like this after all, and the small talk that tends to occur at galleries never served to impress him. But he'd been to a few in Galbadia and knew how to blend in. And he'd been to more than a few of these NAPs events.

The only reason he was at this one, though, was that there was always information to be gleaned at these things. New people to recruit. And with what had been happening lately, they REALLY needed to recruit more people to fight the system.

That doesn't mean, though, that Nida wasn't completely tempted to swoop in and help a friend like Connor when he overheard the man posing a question. So he moved around to look at the creation, tilting his head to consider.

"My best guess? The cheese is soft and the smell, under the honey, is pungent. I'm gonna go with a goat cheese. Feta maybe? And the honey of course. It's... a weird combination I've not seen before. It any good?"

NAPtime

[sirentologist]

"Oh good heavens, no. There's enough chatter from other people, I certainly don't need it from insects too. God, the distraction!" As if the people traipsing through her lab at all hours wasn't enough, now she'd have to hear the bugs too? That actually sounded like torture. What did bugs even talk about? I scared the hell out of some girl today, it was hilarious?

"Damn, now it's my turn, isn't it?" She sighs, and looks at the cards in front of her because really, there is nothing about any person that she's interested enough in to come up with a question on her own.

"Oh my...'Would you rather run through the streets naked, or spend a week being lectured by your mother?'"

Appreciating cheese a thousand years late

[notspartacus]

Markus busied himself making the rounds, listening to conversations and acquainting himself with the others drawn here by whatever the Head's true plan was, wondering if he'd find anyone else from his world here, another android preferably, in order to expedite the knowledge transfer. The computers and other networked devices here were compatible with his systems in his experience, but not reliably.

He smiled slightly, though warily, when he rounded a corner and found Connor, confused by snack foods. His smile turned slightly nostalgic, the simple food bringing back memories.

"It's feta cheese with honey. It's not the classiest finger food, but a lot of galleries like to 'cut it cheap on the guests'. Not...my words."

Crazy Jane | OTA

[fuckregularpeople]

Crazy Jane

This is it. NAPs are happening in her gallery, people are updating the Head on their lives under her very own roof, the room is full of Admins, she has no choice but to be here, and the fuckers have dragged in a karaoke machine. This is literally one of Jane's nightmares come to life. Trying to get them out of there just results in one of those sedating shocks and by the time she regains consciousness they've opened the wine and brought in a charcuterie plate.

That's not even the last time she gets sedated. She should just accept that this is happening, but Jane is not good at making things easy on herself. And this is her place – she's the one person here who can't be removed unless she commits a crime. And is she ever taking advantage of that.

When things get into full swing and the hum of conversation is unimpeded by bad singing, Jane screams. She screams as if she's being murdered, a loud piercing peal full of horror and rage. She screams as if her entire psyche just shattered, fingers clenched in her hair and tears welling from her eyes. It continues for perhaps twenty seconds, and ceases as suddenly as it started. Then she goes right back to tidying up or pointing people towards the bathroom or continuing the NAPs sessions she finds herself in.

She does this about once per hour, or whenever she starts feeling too overwhelmed. If she can't stop the Admins from being there, maybe she can at least drive the visitors out. And if anyone complains, there is a reason she's called Crazy Jane.


Hammerhead

If Jane wants people out, Hammerhead is the one to eject them. They'd never gotten around to assigning positions in the Gallows beyond Owner: The Hangman's Daughter, Legal Proxy/Proprietor: Crazy Jane, but if they had, the six-foot super-strong tattooed punk girl trapped in a 5'3” body would've been Bouncer. Which was not a position for which art galleries generally needed help, but it did now. Now, more visitors are breaking the rules than ever before, even rules that didn't exist until this NAPs nightmare started.

"HEY ASSHOLE!" Hammerhead barks, rounding on a patron who's just spilled their wine on the hardwood floor. "Motherfucker, you've got three options. You either wipe that up, get the fuck out, or I make you lick it off the floor! What's it gonna be, dipshit?"


Baby Doll

This place was busy and it was loud and Baby Doll didn't like the food and she hated the scary art on the walls and she didn't know any of the people milling around. Some of them looked so scary, they seemed more like monsters than real people and she shies away from anyone non-human based on sight. It's scary here and she hates it. Although none of the visible non-humans have threatened her, Baby Doll curls up into a ball in a corner, resting her chin on her knees and thinking about how awful everything here is.

She thinks about it until tears gather in her eyes and her shoulders shudder in a sob. Then the waterworks are flowing, and she can't stop. She's tired and hungry and scared and there are too many strangers around. The little girl weeps openly, hugging herself and shuddering as she takes deep breaths.

"I – wanna – go – home!" she wails between sobs, teary eyes shut as her pigtails shake with her gasps. "Everything here's gross!" And that admission unleashes a fresh torrent of tears.


Dr. Harrison (CW for song lyrics about suicide)

So, a hostage situation designed as a meet-and-greet. Dr. Harrison is very familiar with these. This one is not as clinical as a forced psychotherapy session, but she is far more comfortable than the other personalities in this environment. Even with the extra surveillance the Admins provided she's confident, surveying the room with an air of extraordinary calm. When she can, she listens in on NAPs conversations to gather her own information. When someone approaches her she looks at them with clear blue eyes, greeting them with a small and professional smile.

"You look as if you have a lovely voice," she says, her own voice smooth and silky as chilled cream. It seems to seep into the listener's brain, and everything she says sounds like such a good idea. "Have you considered singing? Perhaps the song 'Child Psychology'?"

Even if you don't say yes, it's fine. She's convinced four other people to sing it in the last hour.

Jane!

[mobilityassistance]

This is certainly not the sort of place with which EDI is familiar, but finding that she's not permitted to leave, well...she'll just have to get used to it. If she thinks of it as something similar to before she obtained this body, it's bearable. She'd been essentially tied to the Normandy before, though, granted, the ship was much larger.

She ignores the first scream--she knows enough not to just interject herself into things and the woman doesn't appear to be in any obvious distress beyond the screaming. The second draws more of her attention, the third finally pulls her over to check on the poor girl. She might not be human, but she does understand that this isn't normal behavior for them.

She's careful approaching, though, uncertain of what the reaction will be. She's not been here long enough to know who's safe.

"Are you well?"

Domino | XMCU | OTA

[notverycinematic]

Wandering

There's a lot of parties around here. So maybe this one's not as fancy as the last one, and maybe she just got lucky (ha) with her timing getting here, but damn, they sure do want to keep pretending nothing is wrong. That is some epic levels of denial. Or cover up. Probably that one.

Maybe one day she'll learn not to show up to these things, but today is not that day. Dom has wandered her way into the gallery and continues wandering around, looking at paintings and trying hard not to shotgun the wine in her glass, taking more dignified sips instead. She may or may not be a few in already, though. It's terrible, but it's alcohol, at least.

And apparently she needs it to handle some of the art in here. She definitely would not want to come across this shit in the dark. Somebody is in a bad place.

"Fuck, man...should I call somebody?"


Karaoke...ish

Some of the censoring on the songs is hilarious--intentionally or otherwise. The random goose honks make her snicker every time, and she half wishes a certain one of her friends was there so he could just shout the swears over top of the good honks. Or else honk along with it. It was hard to say what he'd do. Either would be hysterical. Or just randomly switching back and forth between the two. Just because.

Ah well. It's entertaining enough seeing who's brave enough to get up and sing in front of everybody. Well or badly. Either way. Though the bad ones are a whole lot funnier. Thoe whole...thing is super annoying though.

"Is anyone else actually drunk enough of this because I'm sure as hell not."

Wandering

[sociallychallenged]

Hank comes up alongside Domino, drinking his wine and looking at the same picture. It's pretty accurate. This is shit that'd be sold in some New England gallery in a Stephen King novel with a curator with a gaunt face and fingers that seemed a little too long. You'd stumble across it and it'd be some prophecy of the future or reveal your long lost twin or show secret happenings of the past. It's that kind of creepy.

"Nah, she's just like that." Hank says nonchalantly. "Honestly I fuckin' dig the one that did all this more than the one with Barbie doll brain. Er... the personality, not any picture. I'd not be surprised by a Barbie doll brain painting, though."

But maybe he's still a little huffy about that dateless night. But hell, he can appreciate one of Jane's personalities pours her soul out.