Video/spam (backdating to the start of the feels flood.)

[hungryanhorny]

 [Faith's head was still spinning from her discussion with Wanda as she made her way back toward her rooms. When she'd accepted a job as a warden, she hadn't even thought about...

...Getting the cops off her back; doing some good; getting out of her dinky little apartment? It had seemed like enough. If she'd known about B, she might have asked for a little more  - but she had never even thought that...

She hadn't thought people could be brought back; that was supposed to be impossible. Basic rule of existence, right? 'Cept Wanda said otherwise; and she didn't think the girl was lying.]


[Public video/spam]

Someone wanna tell me how I get a person brought back t-


The flood's hit is a bit of a shock, stopping her mid sentence as she gets her first taste of emotions; she glances up and down the hall, suddenly on guard.]




((OOC: Been planning this a while, but got swamped. DX My monday's going to be hellish, too, but tuesday should see me mostly back. :) ))

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[wemaketheworld]

[Rorschach trusts that the absence of video will minimize the effects of the flood; it makes sense, if you can't see the person on the other side, you can't transmit to them every little feeling you get.

...That's the theory, at least. Unfortunately, it really doesn't.]

Back to what?

[Regret, disgust, uncertainty. Hopelessness and melancholy that bleed into everything. A forced apathy blanketing over all of it, trying to crush it. Faint curiosity.]

[Audio]

[most_feared]

[That does not sound promising.]

You need some help?

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[twoheadsofcabbage]

Back to...?

[Charlie is leaning back against the black leather padded headboard of his and Scrad's bed. He's still annoyed at his other half, but there's a hint of desire in there too. Somebody likes you, Faith.]

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[hungryanhorny]

[For his part, Rorschach is treated to a hefty dose of hope, worry, fear, self-hatred, and - suddenly - confusion; this is the first flood where she's actually been herself for it, and she still hasn't quit grasped what's going on.]

Life.

You feel that, or am I just going crazy?

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[hungryanhorny]

Y-yeah... [She's a little shaken by the flood, but this is important.] You offering?

[Video]

[hungryanhorny]

Life. [The word's terse; this is so not what she needs - right when she sees a way out... she's having trouble sorting out what emotions are hers, and what aren't right now - though she can't imagine what it's like for him. He at least doesn't have two heads...]

Heard they do that around here.

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[wemaketheworld]

[Fortunately (or unfortunately, for the conversation) he's only one way; a transmitter, not a receiver, so she gets a blank look, although some of the more negative emotions fade away a little in favor of distracting conversation, curiosity working its way a little further ahead than the rest. It's a puzzle, of a sort.]

Barge tends to reanimate as a rule. Die here, or during port, doesn't last long.

No. Not going crazy though. Just a flood.

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[hungryanhorny]

What? Am I gonna turn into someone else? [That takes momentary precedence over her question - though only momentary. This is a little too important for anything short of another Apocalypse to distract her from; and considering how dime a dozen those have been, that's pretty debatable.]

[Audio]

[wemaketheworld]

[Confusion; it doesn't follow, as far as he's concerned.]

Don't always change shape during floods. Sometimes just thinking. Perception.

...Or life.

[Audio]

[hungryanhorny]

...I'll keep that in mind. [She files it away - but she's a little more nervous about asking her next question; which translates to trying to act all the more relaxed about it.]

...What about people off the boat? They ever get reanimated?

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[wemaketheworld]

Can if part of deal.

[...Theoretically, anyway.]

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[hungryanhorny]

Yeah? So... if someone wanted to make a deal? [She's kinda cussing herself out for not making it when she joined. But it wasn't exactly the sort of thing she expected to be possible. At the time, just getting away from her troubles had seemed miracle enough.]

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[wemaketheworld]

Have to be a warden. Dead men can't bargain; too late for them.

[Audio]

[hungryanhorny]

Lucky me.

Who do I talk to? [She's just relieved they didn't nab her back when she deserved to be an inmate...]

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[wemaketheworld]

Admiral. Assuming warden already.

[...Which he's a little doubtful of, because why would she be asking if she was already a warden? She should have made her deal already.]

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[hungryanhorny]

[Her deal was... getting the cops off her back, probably, looking back. She hadn't really been thinking big-picture at the time between being forced to kill vampire children and running from the law. She really hadn't asked for as many details as she should have, too scared of talking herself out of it.

She's silent a long moment.] Anyone ever make a second deal before?

[Audio]

[wemaketheworld]

Don't know.

[He's only an inmate, after all; he hasn't really bothered to look that far into the other side.]

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[hungryanhorny]

Guess I might have to be the first, then. [This is important to her; she doesn't care what she has to give up. Finding out you can bring back the (second) guy you killed sorta does that to a girl.

But being Faith, she doesn't exactly like showing it - she drops back to her more casual tone quickly once she realizes she's gotten all the information she's going to.]

So you always this silent, or am I getting the special treatment

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[wemaketheworld]

[The shrug's as much verbal as physical; a halfhearted grunt that manages to be simultaneously apathetic and dismissive.]

Always this way. Not much for small talk.

[He never quite got the hang of it, not that his old partner didn't try.

There's a thoughtful pause, then:]

Who died?

[See? He's trying.]

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[hungryanhorny]

someone who shouldn't have... [Unfortunately, it's the one subject she doesn't want to talk about. The first guy she killed is open game, for Faith - he was scum anyhow; she might regret the fact that she killed, but she doesn't regret that he's dead; the time she served was enough, and more than he honestly deserved.

But Lester... that had been her fault; and it was a more private pain, since everyone had always made it their job to forget it. Only ones who had ever cared was Faith. And...]

He had a daughter. Figure she might want her dad back. [Considering she still dropped flowers in the crater where his grave should be.]

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[wemaketheworld]

[A long pause, almost as if he's weighing every word, trying to find exactly the right ones before he speaks.]

Hope he grants it.

[Audio]

[hungryanhorny]

Yeah... me too... [There's a heavy pain there; and guilt. Things she isn't really willing to explore too deeply with others just yet.

Still...] Thanks. I'm... uh... Faith.

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[wemaketheworld]

Hurm. No need to thank. Just sharing information.

[Uncomfortable; appreciation isn't something he's particularly adept at receiving. Not since the Roche case, anyway.]

Name's Rorschach.

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[hungryanhorny]

[She nods, then realizes he can't see it, and makes a small noise; she won't press it - giving thanks makes her feel uncomfortable anyhow, a little - but it's there.] Been here long?

[Audio]

[wemaketheworld]

Few months.

...It's an adjustment.

[All these PEOPLE, for one thing. New York was crowded, but somehow it had seemed less so. Here it was like sardines packed in a tin, you couldn't go far without finding yourself forced into a conversation with someone for one reason or another.

He almost wished for his streets again, for the predictability and dependability of the world and the people occupying it, but then they weren't his anymore. Never would be.]