29: [Audio] Counting Bodies Like Sheep

[dashboardlite]

All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.

He types because he can. Not to send, just...to type. Dean isn't sure when it really started. Maybe when he woke up. Maybe it was always there. Maybe it's just cabin fever, the stress of being stuck in one place for too long. Being trapped. Trapped. Trapped.

All work and no play makes Dean a

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Since they don't know about each other yet...

[tadanokusuriuri]

[Dean.]

[Now, there's a boy with some issues. And some demons on his tail, if he recalls correctly. And a potential challenge, to boot. Perhaps a nice place to start.]

This time... we'll work together.

Isn't that what we'd said?

[He's used to using the information he's got, the truth he knows, to get what he wants. To hiding ulterior motives, too. The words come out surprisingly easily.]

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[dashboardlite]

Heyyy, if it ain't Medicine Man.

[A grin twitches onto his face, and he switches to video to show it off.]

Yeah, there's prob'ly a coupla big bads around here this time. It's too damn quiet.

[Time to make some noise.]

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[tadanokusuriuri]

Not for long.

[Oh, no, not for long... He'll take care of the problem. He'll get rid of all the problems...]

...Shall we... meet somewhere?

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[dashboardlite]

Yeah, sure. I was gonna head outside, but all the damn doors are locked. How 'bout the entrance hall?

[So he can see you coming.]

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[lingeringmedusa]

[Her voice is that of a child, but the manner in which she speaks is more like an adult.] Almost everything, hm?

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[dashboardlite]

Just about. [He laughs nervously.] Here's to hopin' that it's gonna be worth something this event.

[Ohhhhhh it'll be worth something, all right.]

D'you need any help?

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[lingeringmedusa]

I think I'll be fine. No one comes down here.

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[dashboardlite]

Down here? You hidin' in the basement, or somethin'?

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[naltorian]

Please, someone tell me no one is going to jump out and go heeeeeere's Johnny!

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[dashboardlite]

Jesus Christ, I hope not.

[Because it's my line, mine, no one else's.]

You seen the hallways, though? Doesn't exactly look like Overlook Hotel, so we might get to opt outta that honor.

[A pause. The voice is different. New. New. Fresh meat, in a...manner of speaking. That always goes well with some Fava beans and a nice Chianti.]

...you new here? I don't recognize your voice.

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[naltorian]

Oh, and here I was hoping to get to run screaming through the halls with a madman with an axe at my heels. [Pause.] No, wait, that was last Halloween. [She will sigh.]

Yea, I am new. Just met Lethe and everything.

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[dashboardlite]

[Dean has no idea who Lethe is. Dean doesn't really care.]

What's your name, sweetheart?

[He's not flirting, this is the usual, actually.]

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[sadfreezingbrit]

[ When Philip woke up he felt the Philip LaFresque equivalent of perfectly normal. The new decorations were a little too Shelter for his liking, but the antsy sentiment that came with it was nothing the presence of his revolver and a healthy mug of morning whiskey whiskey whiskey whiskey coffee couldn't fix.

Now the communication device is in his hand and his pace is carrying him quickly up the stairs. ]

Dean, it's me. Where are you?

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[dashboardlite]

[Oh. Hello.]

Hey, Phil - 'm on the, uh.

[He was on Floor Ten. Then he was on Floor Seven. Now he's on Floor-]

Six. Sixth floor. Far end of the hallway, I'm just keepin' watch for anything weird. [He snorts.] Not like the decor isn't weird enough already.

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[sadfreezingbrit]

The sixth? [ Huh. He expected Dean to be in his room or one of the public areas, maybe the clinic, the ball room or--

Philip climbs the last stairs. Oh well. All the more convenient for him! ]

I actually just got there, can I help?

[ He looks around, wondering if he'll spot Dean from where he is standing. ]

action hey can I ax you a question

[dashboardlite]

Hey!

[Dean waves from down the hall, trotting through the creepy industrial corridor towards Philip. He slows to a stop a few feet away, not closer, not too close, that would be weird.]

Hey, yeah. Sure. I was canvassing floors to see if anything was outta the ordinary aside from the "grungy warehouse" look. [He grimaces and adjusts his duffel bag.] No dice.

[Well. Maybe a couple dice. One or two or-]

Workin' my way downstairs. You bring anything to protect yourself with? No tellin' what's going on and I don't wanna be caught with my pants down.

[battleaxebass]

So what is this, huh? Murder mystery theater? I'm really digging the creepster vibe!

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[dashboardlite]

S'what it looks like, I guess. Whatever the Hell "it" is.

[You might be wondering where Dean is. Dean is in the kitchen, adding cloves of garlic to the rock-salt-stuffed shotgun shells he's making. Now they're done. Now they're loaded into his weapon, carefully stuffed back into his duffel bag.

But this shouldn't be suspicious. Kitchens always smell like garlic.]

I'm just trying to see who I can get together to keep safe, y'know?

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[battleaxebass]

Okay Mr. Hero, you have fun with that. I wanna find the murderer and scare his pants off. It'll be great!

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[dashboardlite]

I heard there's more than just one murderer. I'm gettin' prepared.

[Dean tops off the Super-Soaker he filled with holy water and does the pressure pump a few times.]