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ya gotta wanna be a battering ram

WHO: The entire dang city.
WHAT: Dualis Days, a week-long summer celebration.
WHERE: Central Square Park and the rest of the city.
WHEN: June 17-23.
WARNINGS: Terrorist violence, likely some blood and injuries. Please warn in individual threads!

June 17; Central Square Park.

Every year for as far back as anyone can remember, the start of summer is heralded by the week-long festival known as Dualis Days. This celebration officially kicks off at midday in the middle of Central Square Park with a commencement speech by the current mayor. This year marks Marcelina Dubanowski's third term as mayor of Dualis; she is an average-sized, middle-aged human-presenting woman with blonde hair styled in a short bob and a plastic, toothy smile that never seems to turn entirely off.

"Welcome, one and all!" she begins, with the practiced cadence of someone who is quite comfortable with public speaking. She invites all citizens, new and old, to spend the next week indulging in festivities in all districts of the city and getting to know their neighbors a little better. This is a joyous time of celebration, and the crowd responds with enthusiastic applause as the mayor finishes her speech and introduces this year's parade marshall, Peshtigo Tengfei.

Tengfei blows a whistle six times to signal the start of the parade - and this is where the celebration goes sideways.

A loud explosion tears through the air, and it's followed by panicked screams and the sharp screech of microphone feedback. A bomb has gone off at the platform where the mayor was standing, collapsing the wood and tearing it to splinters and dust. Chaos erupts in the gathered crowd, and as the people shift in all directions to get clear of any possible additional bombs, a loud siren cuts through the cacophony, calling attention to the sudden crackle of video feed present on all television screens throughout the city, including those set up in the park to broadcast the mayor's speech for those standing far from the stage. The picture is plain, a black background and bold white block letters filling the screen:

WAKE UP
WAKE UP
DON'T BELIEVE THE LIES

The final image is an anatomical graphic of a human heart, displayed for about three seconds, and then the feed goes black again.

Confused murmurs sweep through the crowd as citizens resume tending to the injured and evacuating the area until official first responders arrive.

June 17-23; aftermath around the city.

Dualis Days continues as scheduled, though Mayor Dubanowski is unable to enjoy the festival, as she is spending the week in the hospital recovering from her injuries. A team of Iterations guard her door - no visitors allowed - but the news media frequently report updates on her condition. Nothing to worry about, folks! Return to your celebrations, and don't mind the increased visible presence of the Hand as Iterations are stationed every few blocks throughout the city. It's only for your protection, after all.

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Today has been a bit much, okay? Boyfriends and bombs and fussy old cops, and now this. A room and he doesn't deserve to be in here, right? That's his story and he's sticking to it, old cops aside. Hilariously enough, he's been in this position a bit, in interrogation rooms, and he was more than used to frustrating cops when they did this. Didn't know if Seifer was, though, so he hoped to lead by example here if Seifer hasn't been through it.

Leading by example means that by the time the woman enters he's leaning back in his seat, slightly off balance with his feet stretched out before him and crossed. Can't easily jump to his feet, meant that he wasn't a threat. You know, unless he chose to grab someone and slam their head down against the table. What? Sometimes you have to do that sort of thing.

As much as he hated letting SeeD Nomura take over, it seemed the best approach right now. So when the woman came in, acting like she didn't even care they were there, he offered her a cheery smile.

"Now if we were hauled in here for some reason, I'd expect you already know the answer to that question, or could look it up. But it's okay if you haven't gotten that far in whatever delightful thing you're already reading. Tell you what, I'll give you time to do that, and we'll see what you come up with."

Oh what the hell now? To say Seifer was annoyed about being picked up would be an understatement. He hadn't done a damned thing except tried to pull people out of getting trampled or dead, and now they're getting questioned? Seifer was not accustomed to being interrogated, or stuffed obnoxiously in rooms other than disciplinary rooms. It's about the same thing with an instructor breathing down your neck that you don't care to talk to instead.

Seifer was just leaning his elbows on the table. Scowling at anyone who would dare pay attention to him. Yeah, that's right, you in the corner? Scowls. Lady coming in with her files? Scowls. Nida looking too damned relaxed? More scowling. Although, at Nida's initial answer Seifer did shoot him an unreadable look while he tried to figure out what the angle was. Then, deciding to play along, he lazily propped his chin in the palm of a hand and gave the woman a bored look.

"Knew our descriptions well enough to hunt us down in the first place. Then again I suppose we do look so much alike." He drawled, heavy on the sarcasm. Were they going to be blamed for the bomb? Maybe. Hell if he knew, or cared, honestly he didn't even know why they were in this weird place anyway.

“I know who you are,” she answers, finally glancing up at Nida and Seifer with a cold, thin-lipped smile. “I was just checking how much of a problem you both are planning to be. See, if it was up to me,” she continues, closing the door behind her and pacing toward the table, “I would’ve put you in separate rooms. That way, you’re less likely to be a bad influence on each other. But, as you may’ve noticed, we’re a little short on space at the moment. Been an exciting day here at the station.”

She powers the tablet down and sets it on the corner of the table closest to her, lightly kicking the chair on her side of the table to the side but making no move to sit. Arms folded tightly across her chest, she frowns for a silent moment, like she’s carefully mulling over her words before speaking them aloud.

“Do you know why we’ve asked you down here today?”

“Actually, while I can’t speak for myself, I can guarantee he would be worse without me. You have no idea. You aren’t just saving men, you’re sparing yourself an even larger headache. Congratulations. Or as they say on our world, Chocolations!”

They don’t say that. At all. Ever. It has never once been uttered on their planet. But damn if Nida’s smile isn’t completely genuine and serious. If she buys it, he has a timeshare on Centra he’d like to sell her.

And frankly, he’s been on the receiving end of those serious looks too. Xu does it better.

“Because someone blew up your mayor, and as competent men who ran toward the issues instead of away from it, we’re viable suspects. Ignoring the fact, of course, that we have only been around a few days and until now I thought your little utopia was amazing and better than the one we just came from. Which was hell. Remember the doppelgängers, bro?”

Seifer just offered her a helpless shrug as if to say 'what can you do?' in response to Nida's assertion. He's not wrong. Seifer would be equally, if not more resistant to this interrogation. He didn't much appreciate people coming down on him for things he wasn't responsible for. "Mm, I bet. That's a shame on the space thing. Y'know I've an idea or two might clear out a couple rooms for you."

The absolutely biggest smart-ass smirk in the world would probably be all she needed to see to know his suggestion was 'stop wasting time interrogating people who've only been here a few days.' He's feeling confrontational tonight it would seem.

"I remember 'em, and I think I'd take 'em again if it meant fresher air. This place is kind of a pit if you ask me." Seifer replied with a shrug, then just gestured toward Nida in emphasis of what he just said. Yeah, they're here because a bomb went off and they were stupid enough to try to help people. "That, and I miss my dog."

He really does miss his dog.

The woman shakes her head like she’s disappointed with both of them, chuckling under her breath like there’s some private joke they’ve unknowingly stumbled upon. “No, Mr. Nomura, neither of you is a suspect in the attack on the mayor today. In fact, unless you plan on confessing to being involved, the reason you’re here has nothing to do with the attack.”

She reaches into her back pocket and produces a clear plastic evidence bag, then tosses it onto the table between Nida and Seifer. What’s inside makes a light metallic clink as it hits the table, and if Nida and Seifer take a closer look, they’ll see that what’s inside the bag is a pair of dog tags.

The woman backs up to the wall behind her and presses a switch, and the wall becomes transparent, revealing that it’s actually a two-way mirror set between this interrogation room and another just like it. In the opposite room, there is only one man seated at the table. He’s broad-shouldered, slumped forward with bloody, split-knuckled fingers raked up through dark, unruly hair and a set of handcuffs around his wrists.

“We found those on him,” the woman says, gesturing to the dog tags, then pointing to the figure on the other side of the mirror. “Do you recognize this man?”

He can’t be listening in on this conversation, but as if on cue, the man in the other room pulls his head out of his hands and sits up, then slumps backward against his chair, head dropped back to stare up at the ceiling, cuffed hands folded against his stomach. There’s a large, dark stain of dried blood down the front of his teal-colored scrubs shirt, and the expression on his face is a mix of angry and bewildered, dazed and exhausted.

It’s Jason. Bloody, bruised, but alive again.

Disappointed? Like they aren't used to that for varying reasons. But he does give a small, triumphant smile and a gesture as if to say 'see, you did know which of us is which' when she uses his name. Is even ready to crow about it when the bag hits the table and he sees dogtags. Doesn't even have to look to know what's on them. No, instead he has this aching suspicion in his stomach and the room suddenly feels seven sizes smaller. Then the trick with the wall and honestly? This is too much.

On a scale of 0 to 10, with 0 being very unlikely and 10 being very likely, the probability of what he sees beyond the glass is... well, it can't be produced numerically. In fact, this isn't physically possible. How many get out of death free cards does Jason get to have? Because there is no denying who he is, well before Jason leans back. The hair, the posture, the size, the dogtags. But the rest just underlines it. The color, the stain of blood that Nida knew should be there.

When he looks away from the window he's pale, almost sickly pale. Like he's about to pass out.

"He's dead," Nida hisses at Seifer. "He has been for months. That asshole died and I should have been out there to watch his damn back!"

It's a rehashing of old grief, an argument he'd made more than once to Seifer in the days after. But he'd been so broken, so depressed when he'd come back as he was now, older and utterly shattered by loss. Jason had been too much. And his death was what had made Nida take up arms again. His attention turns back to the woman at last, tears stinging at his eyes.

"Let him go. He isn't involved with what happened today."

Edited 2019-06-20 16:49 (UTC)

If she thinks this is disappointing she should be glad she was never responsible for trying to teach Seifer anything. Guy has a serious issue with authority, especially authority he doesn't feel he's seen enough evidence as to why he should be compliant. Nida's right, this is reasonably good behavior on his part.

While Nida was busy being smug Seifer's attention had snapped to that evidence bag, a hand lashing out to snatch it up for closer inspection lightning fast. "Where did you-," He began, cut off when she presented the answer to that unfinished question. Alarmed, he moved to his feet nearly toppling his chair over in the process. "Jason!?" Unconsciously his hand went to his own dog tags tucked under his shirt, just to make sure they were where he left them last.

They both looked like they were looking at a ghost, Seifer definitely challenging one for paleness at the moment. At Nida's insistence Seifer gestured at the mirror. "He sure doesn't look dead anymore." There were a lot of should haves and could haves they could hash over at the moment but Seifer was more concerned with why he was here and alive.

Finally Seifer also shook himself from staring at the specter before them. "I dunno how the hell he ended up here but he doesn't have anything to do with this." Hell by the looks of it he'd say Jason had just drug himself out of his own grave only very recently.

"He ended up here the same way you did, Mr. Almasy," the policewoman replies, coolly. "The same way everyone who lives here ends up here." Nida and Seifer's claims that the man in the other room was previously dead don't seem to faze her at all.

"And we know he wasn't involved in the attack on the mayor." Finally, she pulls the chair out from the table and takes a seat on the other side, hands folded on the table in front of her. "Surveillance registered Mr. Todd throwing a tantrum at the Temple at the same time as the bombing. But you have to admit," she says, hooking her thumb backwards over her shoulder at the window, "he looks rather suspect. Bloodstained clothes and a heavy winter coat, and when he was asked to come to the station for a brief interview to rule out his involvement, he resisted - rather violently, I might add. So it was necessary to sedate and restrain him until we could sort all of this out."

She leans forward and taps a finger on the table near the bag containing the dog tags. "Now, before I can release him to you, I need a few questions answered. Namely, what is the nature of your relationship with Mr. Todd, and why was he wearing this for identification?"

Edited 2019-06-22 00:38 (UTC)

Hyne. Made sense, all of it. Both Jason’s reaction and his ending up here. Nida couldn’t help the way his fingers came up to his temples to massage at him.

“He has some degree of, reasonable, authority issues. From the sounds of it, cops where he was from weren’t exactly the good guys. Or good enough guys. And the last place we were was... trusting those responsible for our position and thus in charge of us was nothing short of impossible.”

As for the dog tags... how did Nida even explain those? ‘Well they were random gifts from our captors and I liked them’ didn’t seem like the right things to say. And ‘I randomly declared two surly outcasts my brothers because they helped me when no one else cared’ didn’t work either.

So instead he pulls a matching chain from under his shirt and slides it across the table at her. One that gives his name and declares him as returnable to Seifer and Jason.

“Because I gave it to him, not long before his death. So that if he got lost or injured or hit with fucking moth dust and got amnesia, he would get back to where he belonged.”

Hold on, there was a lot to unpack from just her first statement. The implication that not a single person here in the city is a native. Every one of them had been taken from their homes. Then that posed the question of not only why, but how long had they been there. Had they been fed the same line about their DNA being needed to "save the world" or some shit? The whole back from the dead thing was alarming, don't get him wrong, but he wasn't taking it nearly as hard as Nida was right now. Mostly due to the blase way the officer was taking it.

"This happens often here, people back from the dead? Just once?" Or was it many times? Because the Iteration had also brought in people who were dead in their own worlds. He did have to smirk and gesture at the window. "Oh hell I'd think he was up to somethin' if I didn't know the idiot." He was definitely suspicious looking. And acting, he's sure.

Following along after Nida's explanation Seifer added. "Brothers, of a sort. Found family. Figured it'd be a nice way to keep track when one of us inevitably ended up unconscious in a police station somewhere."

You know, like what happened today!

The woman picks up Nida's dog tags to inspect them, read the words and compare them with the ones on the tags taken from Jason. Satisfied, she slides them back across the table to Nida and turns her attention to Seifer.

"The Head works in mysterious ways," she says, with a light smirk curling her lip. "But yes, it's not uncommon for citizens of Dualis to be restored from death, even multiple times. The Head has a vested interest in keeping as many of us alive as possible for as long as it needs to finish its study of us."

She picks up the device on the table and turns it back on, then taps in a few notes. "Found family," she murmurs, repeating Seifer's words, "brothers, but not officially or biologically related." She nods, finished with her notes, and rises from her chair. "Well, that's all I needed to know in order to release Mr. Todd to the both of you. You're all free to go. If you'll follow me?"

The woman turns and opens the door without waiting for Nida and Seifer, then heads into the adjacent room where Jason's still leaning back in his chair, waiting. His head snaps up at the sound of the door opening, and his eyes narrow at the sight of the woman entering.

"What, is it electroshock o'clock again already? Or are you gonna switch it up with some good ol' fashioned waterboarding this time?"

That is a lot of information for Nida to take in. Information he should focus on of course. But the thing is, there is too much. And the thing he focused on is taking his tag back. Gets it around his neck and when the woman says she’s releasing Jason, he is on his feet and moving. Follows her out of the room and the barely even waits for Sefer. And Hyne, it really is Jason in the room.

Electroshock? Oh no, Jason is going to get something else. Nida pushes past Detective Karen. Pushes past her and across the room.

First rule of greeting a man who has been dead? Don’t slap them. Nida immediately breaks that rule, crossing and slapping Jason.

“You fucking idiot!” he snaps. And then he wraps his arms around Jason. Only thing getting him out of this hug may well be Seifer prying him off. “Hyne damn you. Where the fuck do you get off dying!”

Seifer wore an expression that clearly stated he wasn't certain if that was a good thing or a bad thing, that the Head would bring them back from the dead. However, at least in this instance, it had given them another chance with their brother. So for now it would be deemed good enough.

Thankfully their explanation was enough for the officer to return their wayward brother to them.

Upon entering the room and overhearing he frowned, looking over at the officer. "Electroshock?" Wait were they seriously torturing him or is he just being dramatic? Never mind Nida appeared to make it...worsebetter?

Yeah he's going to hover back a little bit and let Nida get the slapping and hugging out of his system before he pries Jason free. This is the punishment for dying. "He's got a point, asshole."

So much love.

The defiant expression drops from Jason’s face when he catches sight of Nida, replaced by one of wide-eyed surprise. He’s too surprised, in fact, to do anything to block Nida’s strike or resist the hug, relaxing without resistance into Nida’s arms after a moment of reflexive tension.

“Nida? What ... ?”

His hands are still shackled, so he can’t do much more than sit there awkwardly and let Nida do his hugging until he’s ready to let go. The policewoman stands back, observing the scene before her in amused silence. She nods in acknowledgement to Seifer’s question.

“Iterations are authorized to use up to fifty thousand volts of electrical charge in order to subdue a belligerent suspect,” she explains calmly. So no, Jason’s not being dramatic - he really was electroshocked into submission. And sedated.

Jason shakes himself from shock and levels a nasty glare at the woman, who remains unimpressed. “Lady, you haven’t even begun to see me get belligerent,” he says, then shifts his gaze, questioning, to the other brother in the room.

“What? Not like this is the first time it’s happened,” he says, managing a bit more of his usual dry, snarking tone. “Can’t really’ve been that much of a surprise.”

“Oh wow, you think you’re allowed to talk?” Nida asks, voice sharp. And yes, he pulls away to turn on Karen. “And can we talk about fucking messes? I’ve used thunder spells that didn’t have that much juice. Add in someone wearing rubber soles boots, what then? Fucking Hyne this is insane. Unlock these cuffs!”

Rational thought has sort of faded for the man. Protecting his brothers matters more than anything and he isn’t letting Jason down twice. And with his snapping at Karen done he turns back to Jason, still angry.

“And you, stop being a punk right now. This woman came to find us for you. She didn’t have to do that.”

"Up to..." Seifer murmured, mulling on the words. That didn't necessarily mean they used as much force as they possibly could out the gate. Just as much as it took. Then he huffed a laugh. "You got your ass tased," Poor Jason, he didn't deserve the mocking but it made the situation a little less tense. He then gestured dismissively. "We've got spells that hit for more, too. Come on we'll take this dumbass home." Seifer just shakes his head, heaving a sigh. What's he going to do with you two?

"You can't be here for more than five minutes before you start a fuckin' fight with the police. Hyne." Nida did have a good point, at which he does offer Karen an apologetic look. "He's right, nice of you to find us so thanks for that. Sorry about this, tensions high and all." Surely she understands why they'd all be on pins and needles after everything that exploded, literally.

Jason's low-grade angry expression shifts to Nida next. Hearing someone try to tell him what to do or what not to do is like nails on a chalkboard, the quickest way to get his hackles up, and frankly, he's still not thrilled about the whole getting slapped thing.

"Or what," he asks, challenging, "ya gonna hit me again? Make sure you get the other side this time so I have a matched set of bruises."

He won't disagree that it's time for the handcuffs to come off, though. Jason holds his wrists up to the policewoman, eyebrow quirked, a silent Well? Get on with it. She produces the key from her pants pocket and makes her way toward Jason, one wary eye kept on him while she unlocks the cuffs, just in case he has any ideas about attacking her while she's standing close. Jason's on his best behavior, however, no funny business or headbutts, just an irritated sigh once the cuffs are finally off. He rubs his hand over the opposite wrist and turns the flat, annoyed stare up to the woman.

"So am I free to go now? Or have you got some other bullshit charges for me?"

"You were never charged with anything, Mr. Todd," she says, coolly, pocketing the keys and cuffs. "Again, we simply had questions for you, and you resisted. Next time, consider being a little more cooperative." She punctuates her suggestion with an extra-sweet smile, and turns to Seifer, who is clearly the most reasonable person in this room, after herself.

"Reuniting lost children with their families is part of what we do here," she says, then turns to address all three of them. "I sincerely hope we don't see any of you here again under similar circumstances," though her tone seems to indicate that at least in Jason's case, she doubts that will be the case. She waves her hand toward the open door. "You're all free to go. Please take care to stay aware of anything that seems suspicious - the investigation into today's attack is still ongoing."

Jason shoots to his feet, knocking the chair backwards onto the floor, and beelines for the front door without another word.

“Our lives are suspicious,” Nida mumbles. He slips out after Jason, quick to follow him. And then just as quick to fall behind. Jason is pissed at him. That’s fair. Nida is pissed in return.

“Jason, will you stop for half a second?” he asks. It’s been a long day and the coffee in his system from coffee with Steph isn’t doing much for him anymore. The whole day is just a weight on his shoulders. “I’m sorry. I just... fuck, you two not withstanding, people don’t come back. You don’t get to tell them how much you hurt to lose them.”

Which was so much. Completely much. Like right now he wanted to lay down and not get up.

Jason doesn’t stop until he’s cleared the police station doors and reached the trash can just outside. He then begins shrugging off his coat, allowing it to drop to the ground without a single care as to where it lands, and tugs the bloodstained scrubs top up over his head. That’s a stain that’s not coming out, and frankly, the fewer reminders he has of the village and his second death, the better.

When Nida catches up to him, Jason angrily huffs and tosses a fiery glare over his shoulder at him. “You think I wanted to come back? Again? You really think I wanted to do this dance a second time?” He shakes his head and turns back to the trash can, throwing the wadded-up shirt down with an excess of force.

“Do me a favor, Nida - quit acting like you’re my dad now, ‘cause you’re not. For one thing, he hit a lot harder than you do.”

Edited 2019-07-02 23:09 (UTC)

Fuck.

“You’re right,” he says after a silent moment. After watching Jason discard the reminder of another messy death. After being reminded how shitty Jason had it. A murdered family was actually better than what Jason ever had. “I... you’re right. I’m sorry. It’s been... it’s been hard since we lost you. But that isn’t something I should hold against you. Not when you went through worse. And did it to save people. I just-“

Hated himself. Feels guilty. Wonders what right be should have to having someone back. Wonders if he even has any claim on Jason now. In the balance of the lives of child soldiers and warriors, even small breaches of trust are almost impossible to bridge chasms.

“Sorry. I know that isn’t enough, but I’m sorry. Been through a lot lately.”

While the other two raced off, probably to have words or try to dodge each other, Seifer hung back. He wasn't likely to have another opportunity present itself so nicely to him, so he might as well glean what information he might from Officer Karen while she was feeling generous and equally exasperated at his brothers. He glanced over at her and offered a kind of lazy 'what can you do?' shrug.

"So, while those two idiots duke it out or whatever, just how long you been doin' this reuniting thing anyway?" He was curious to know how long she might have been here, how long on average anyone might be there honestly. What were their odds of getting out of there, really?

The woman looks at Seifer with a mildly amused expression. This is quite a change from his previous attitude, but it’s not unusual for newcomers to ask these sorts of questions.

“Let’s see ... I’ve been on the force about ten years, give or take,” she answers. “But thirteen years total - I’ve been living here since I was nineteen. Showed up right before midterms during my freshman year of college.” She laughs quietly. “I still can’t decide if I was more relieved at not needing to take the statistics exam or irritated that I’d already wasted so much time on studying for it.”

Meanwhile, outside the station, Jason is still in a foul mood. He’s had an extremely rough day, and Nida’s apologies aren’t doing much to soothe the sting of his violently emotional outburst. Jason bends to pick up his coat from the ground - no sense in letting the coat go to waste, even if it’s currently not needed. He gives the garment a hard flick to remove the dust it’s collected on the ground and turns to face Nida, still scowling.

“What do you want from me, Nida? I can’t take it back. I can’t do anything about any of this, and this is exactly why I told you I’m no good at this family crap! You shouldn’t get attached to me, because what happened back in the village? I can’t guarantee it ain’t gonna happen again. Running straight into the line of fire to save other people is what I trained for, and I can’t just ignore that because you don’t like it. This is who I am. I knew when I was a kid that I wasn’t gonna make it to retirement age. But I accepted that, because I got to make a difference. And that means more to me than saving my own skin when danger shows its ugly head.”

Jason looks a little shocked at his own words by the time he finishes ranting. This is the first time he’s admitted any of this aloud.

Yes, Jason did warn him. And Nida chose this anyway. Chose him. He hesitates before taking another step forward.

"You think I don't get what it's like to live like that? It's what I was trained to do from childhood. I get that. I knew I wasn't going to make retirement either. The last time I was home I almost died three times in two weeks. But losing you... I should have been there to help you. And I wasn't ready. I'm never going to be ready."

Which means he should force himself. Because nothing else is fair in n life, so why should this be?

Sure is! Earlier conversation he had his heels dug in expecting to be questioned over a bombing he had no part in, by someone in a position of authority no less. Of course he was ready to be an absolute pain in her ass over it. Now that the officer had brought their brother back to them and somehow tolerated them patiently he's feeling much more reasonable.

And eager for something of a real clue as to their situation here. "Thirteen years?" He repeats, near squawking. The Head made it sound like it was just going to be a temporary thing, not some life-long study! He doesn't want to be in this world for that long! Shit. He leaned back on a heel, brows furrowed in thought and concern. While he did not agreement with her assessment, impressed at how in stride she's taken it, it's still a lot to swallow.

"So that whole short-term implication really ain't that short term." He shakes his head, running a hand back through his hair. Well. Shit. Now they're going to have to decide if they want to settle in or figure out how to get out of there more quickly. "Anyone leave sooner than that?"

Someone Gonna Get SMACKED

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cw mildly suicidal w/ bonus reference to child physical abuse

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CW: mentions of death and suicide attempt.

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