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[geniusofslaughter]

[ So, Darling said he'd text him if he wanted, but Scratch has some free time. It's surprisingly not that rare. Sure, putting Alan in a loop is something that he has to keep an eye on from time to time since the writer is tenacious to a fault. But right now, it's the first of a few cycles so he has some time before he has to worry.

Did he say worry? No. He thought it. And no one heard it. So he isn't worried. ]

Hey, buddy.
How's that acronym coming along?

[readytosee]

[In the time between chats, Darling has been doing what Darling does best: research. Diving into the files he can access about Cauldron Lake to see if he can at least anticipate what might come up from it, so the Investigation team can be moderately prepared for it when it arrives.]

Still working on that.
Most of my time has been spent trying to fill out proper forms so I don't tangled in red tape.

[geniusofslaughter]

Jeez.
I knew not to have that much hope in government-run shit, but this is ridiculous.

How do you people do anything?
I guess that's good for me.

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[665]

If you need a break from the horrors, I could figure out a flashback or two to play around in.
All good films have at least one.

[ A good way to keep someone from breaking in the dark place; a small change in scenery even if it isn't "real." ]

[readytosee]

As tempting as the offer is, more than a few of my flashbacks are... less than pleasent.
Unless you have one of yours that's more cheerful?

[665]

Why's that?

I can make a few parties if you like.
See how the FBC likes to get wild and crazy.

[ There is a lack of truth in them, but so long as a suspension of disbelief is held - and the thought they could have happened remains - then all is possible. ]

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[readytosee]

Well the bad news is that "scratch" as a noun in Latin doesn't exist.
The good news is that there is a declension that I feel suits, if you'd be interested.

[geniusofslaughter]

Boo.

That is great news, Darling.
Go on.
Declension me.

[readytosee]

"Decline" but -- fine.

deleo, delere, delevi, deletus:
- erase, wipe/scratch/remove (letters/marks), wipe/blot out, expunge, delete
- annihilate/exterminate, kill every member of a group
- put end to, end/abolish
- destroy completely, demolish/obliterate/crush
- ruin
- overthrow

PSL for [sukeltaja]

[readytosee]

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐚𝐣𝐚

so slow down sit down it's new...

[readytosee]

This isn't something Darling's done in a long, long time. Not just in the nearly two years (by his count, if his count means anything) that he's been in this place, but before that. Work always took precedence and his last... something-ship wasn't really built for casual drinks.

But this is exciting. Not just meeting someone after years in a black void, but the thrill of collaboration again. Or the potential of it, at least. The sparks skittering across his skin at the feeling of Tom's fingers against his wrists. Not to mention the lack of shirt under the blazer, which is deeply distracting.

Still, he should at least attempt to be professional. "How long have you been here?" he asks, toying a little with the drink Tom gave him as he looks around the hotel room they've ended up in, somehow. How they got from black void to an entire hotel, he's not sure. So many questions.

"I've counted about six hundred and sixty-five days, but who's to say if that's accurate or not. My watch should have died ages ago, but it seems to have kept going."

[sukeltaja]

It's fun in a new way, a different way, exciting as the buzz of collaboration and so much more twists through the air, the void, the dark place like pure fucking magic and energy.

And mostly, importantly, beautifully, this man is his way out. Maybe he should feel a bit bad about clocking that the mathemetician--scientist--is in desperate need of some loosening up. Maybe he should feel bad that, drinks in hand, the other is clearly in over his head. But he isn't, because this is art, this is rock n roll, this is spontaneity, this is Kenneth Anger. This is Jodorowsky's Holy Mountain. This is collaboration in the truest sense. He can sense that. He's always been very good at sensing that.

This is an attractive man with something he wants being not hard to get, not insecure, but unused to things. Zane? Zane has been here a long, long time.

"Time ticks away even if we stand still, Darling." Maybe it's his last name. Maybe it's a pet name. Zane smiles wide in the conjured hotel room, leans in, brows high and arched, mouth almost comically open.

"Six-six-five," he echoes solemnly, and a ringed hand is on Darling's knee as he leans in like a counselor about to tell a spooky story by the fire.

"The neighbour of the beast."

i'll probably be some kind of scientist... | FBC AU

[readytosee]

Darling doesn't know why they insisted on bringing Zane on. He'd tried to vote against it; Zane was a wildcard, and difficult to control. And for some reason, he seemed to have attached himself to Darling, who had done his initial examination and a few subsequent experiments to see exactly what Zane was. Not human, he knew that much, but thus far his work has been frustratingly inconclusive.

Besides which, Zane is... a distraction. But he couldn't exactly bring that up during the meeting as a valid reason why they shouldn't take him on. Director, he's very pretty and he dresses in a very revealing manner doesn't hold up well.

But now, because of whatever bond may have formed between them, Darling finds himself as Zane's handler. Charged with chaperoning the man (inconclusive) whenever he ventures outside of the House. Or further within the House, for that matter.

So it's not that he's hiding from Tom Zane, not really. It's just that he has a lot of paperwork to do, and he needs to be in his office for that. With the door closed. Trying not to think of his charge wandering somewhere within the building and likely causing mild chaos.

4AM text

[geniusofslaughter]

Heeyyy, Darling.

You know having all this free time not killing people has got me thinking.

Do you think I'm attractive?
I know I'm attractive, but I need you to know that I am.

You can be honest. I won't kill you for it.
Consider it as another free pass for coming up with that name.

[readytosee]

Scratch.
It is very late and I am entirely too sober for this conversation.

Why do you need to know?
Are you thinking of starting a dating profile or something?

late night text to geniusofslaughter

[readytosee]

You know
Even if I did get you your mugs, I would have no idea how to get them to you
Do I leave them out for you to take, like leaving out cookies for Santa?

[geniusofslaughter]

Oh, that's a fun image, isn't it?
Coming to the lake and leaving cups by the shore.

[allbedestroyed]

((Continued from here))

It takes a bit longer than he'd hoped because he is limping a little. 'A little' only because he's powering through the pain filtering through what's left of the alcohol in his system.

He allows himself a wince as he raps bruised knuckles against Darling's door. Once the doctor appears Muldoon does indeed have a bottle of whiskey with him, which he holds up, offering both the gift and a look at his split knuckles as well.

"A thank you in advance."

[readytosee]

While he's waiting for Robert to arrive, he squares away a few things in the lab. Tidying a bit, making things both more orderly and easier to navigate around, since he doesn't know the extend of Muldoon's potential injuries.

He starts to smile, and to express gratitude for the gift, but the limp and the bleeding knuckles make him tut in concern. "I see the lamppost put up quite the fight. But I think we can fix you up, easily enough.

My office?" he offers, guiding Muldoon towards the small office space off the main lab. He has to have somewhere to hold meetings where delicate equipment can't be broken.

There's a desk, and a few extra chairs, and Muldoon gets steered towards one of them. "Have a seat, and pull off your boots for me? Don't think I didn't see the way you're favouring your foot."

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[readytosee]

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Well now I'm intrigued!
Though a usually I ask to be taken out to dinner first, before discussing that sort of thing.

[allbedestroyed]

[It takes him a minute or two to respond, hovering between being blunt or not.]

Then I guess you have a decision to make.

Surprise lunch visit

[allbedestroyed]

[Muldoon is trying very hard not to come across as too chipper after such a pleasant night. At best it would confuse people, at worst it might seriously unnerve them. This is the only reason he's looking quite as serious as he is when he comes knocking on Casper's office door.

Once it opens he holds up a brown paper bag.]

Lunch delivery.

[readytosee]

[Casper, for his part, has been all but humming a happy tune to himself all morning. Going about his work with even more cheerful enthusiasm than before. If such a thing is at all possible.

He half stands when Muldoon stops by, tempted to lean over the desk and kiss him in greeting but unsure how that might be received.]

For me? It must be an awfully important lunch, with the way you look. Though that is sort of your default expression.

wu is unsettling and casper needs a break

[readytosee]

[It's been a long day. It's been a long several days, a long week, and Casper feels on the edge of an absolute meltdown. He'd been spending a lot of nights on the sofa in his office, getting up every hour or two to check on his eggs. Nervous that somehow they might change if he doesn't keep a constant eye on them.

But Muldoon helps calm him, he knows that. The warden's presence is soothing to him, and the idea of just been able to get a few hours rest in his arms is enticing. So he heads that way after he leaves the office, feeling worn the fuck out. He knocks lightly, looking forward to a break from all of Wu's weirdness.]

[allbedestroyed]

[Usually Muldoon would have pestered him more, but the warden's been too distracted by his own work. He's still keenly aware of Casper's tendencies to forget to take care of himself, and aware that without the warden's help he's likely suffering more. Out of habit, of course. The same way Muldoon has neglected himself. Out of habit.

Rectifying this is a good incentive to get them both fed. It won't fix everything, but it's as good a place to start as any.

Hopefully Casper won't mind Muldoon's abruptness when he opens the door and nods towards the inside of the bungalow.] Come on. Sit. Eat.

[It might just be ready meals from the shop heated up, but it will have to do.]