TLV: IC Contact

[sixfeetofdirt]

Careful; I bite.

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Re: After John Doe's post

[sixfeetofdirt]

That's sweet of you, but I have the coffin of dirt from my homeland and a sacrificial virgin on hand already.

[Wait, he might not get that the coffin thing is also a joke.]

Which is to say that I'm fine. Thank you, darling.

[nonfictional]

Probably for the best. I can't tell if you're implying I was ready to offer you a sacrificial virgin or if I was one myself. If it's the former I don't know anyone nearly well enough, if it's the latter I regret to inform you I am familiar with the intimacy.

Next time I'll be sure get the blood orgy squared off for you, though. Promise.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Ha. You're a sweetheart.

How are you settling in?

[nonfictional]

I feel like I'm still catching up on years of no sleep and I wish people would stop murdering folks I'm just starting to get to know, but this place is kind of nice once you get used to it. Lot of characters.

I've yet to get to the speakeasy yet. Any good?

[sixfeetofdirt]

Well, it's warden-free and doesn't need anyone holding your hand to get inside, which constitutes an improvement as far as I'm concerned. The atmosphere is perfectly fine.

[nonfictional]

Good to know, I'll check it out sometime. The fact that there's a place that wardens can't lurk is nice. Not that they have any real control over us in the first place.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Mm. 'They' don't as a collective. Your own warden can do practically anything. Most of them don't, but the power remains in their hands.

[nonfictional]

Oh, great! No way that's ever going to turn out to be a bad thing with the vague state of anarchy this place constantly seems to be in.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Such cynicism, darling. It's like you've been here for months already!

[nonfictional]

Flattery'll get you everywhere. It's a pretty easy vibe to pick up on immediately -- I think it's averaging what, one every week and a half so far?

Kind of feel like the odd one out not wanting to kill anyone.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Well, some of us have had time to fall into bad habits. How much blood were you spilling before arriving here?

[nonfictional]

I did what I had to do.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Oh, darling. I can hear the manly anguish in every word. I'm sure it was terrible.

[nonfictional]

It was.

You always seem pretty cavalier about it all. What have you done?

[sixfeetofdirt]

Bodies felled in the dozens. I don't regret a moment of it.

[nonfictional]

Not a single one? I find that hard to believe.

[sixfeetofdirt]

I could tell you it was all for the greater good, but I didn't actually care about that while I was holding the knives.

[nonfictional]

You never have time to. It's just -- automatic.

[ Alan can relate to that part, at least. But the vast majority of his kills were Taken. ]

[sixfeetofdirt]

Oh, I wouldn't say that. I had time to enjoy myself.

[nonfictional]

[ Jesus. There's a pause as Alan has to remind himself that he is, in fact, on a barge with other inmates, and that means there's going to be some people that rather enjoy killing and worlds where it's common. It lines up with what Astarion's told him before, anyway. ]

I guess one of you has to enjoy the situation, and it's not going to be the dead man.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Precisely! I just have to have a good enough time for the both of us.

1/2

[nonfictional]

Go nuts. Include me on that list.

2/2

[nonfictional]

Don't actually include me on that list of stabbing though. I'm not sure I'm ready for an offhand joke to encourage a barge wide murder spree. That's happening enough. But if you're ever in the mood for revenge and I kick the bucket, you get blanket permission.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Sorry, darling. I only ever seek revenge on my own behalf.

[nonfictional]

Shame. I'm nowhere near physically fit as half this place. Could use the promise.