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[never_very_good]

[VIDEO]

[Looking rather frustrated, Frankie Dalton is... doing dishes. At home. Only the top rows of text on his shirt are visible:

I'M ABOUT TO BE
TORN TO PIECES BY

but, perhaps, the rest can be inferred? He's still scowling down at the sink.]

Fucking City,

[he mutters with characteristic eloquence, still unaware. A few dishes later, the connection times out.]



[ooc; ...A HORDE OF HUNGRY VAMPIRES &c.]

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Private

[worldofourown]

[ He can infer. ]

[ He will also tease to distract you. ]

Miss Eden.

Private

[never_very_good]

What about her?

Private

[worldofourown]

Merely filling in what the video-feed tactfully left out.

Private

[never_very_good]

Pointless trying to keep anything private here, huh?

Nothing to do with her.

Private

[worldofourown]

Merely adding some levity to a tiresome curse.

The Network's being disgustingly gloomy.

Private

[never_very_good]

Nothing new there. Thought I'd keep my gloom to myself, but I guess the City's got other ideas.

You cursed?

Private

[worldofourown]

Over-sharing seems to be a commendable trait in the Deities' eyes.

[ Well. You did ask. ]

[ He offers a view of his shirt. Worthless in Life, Worthless in Death written in elegant cursive. He doesn't seem too upset about it, though. He's not living or dead here. ]

Private

[never_very_good]

[How melodramatic, Karl. Frankie can't be terribly surprised.]

Not causing any trouble?

[Frankie's avoiding work-- and everything else-- for a reason.]

Private

[worldofourown]

[ No one was. ]

Nothing resulting in ambulances or restraining orders.

[ Meaning: Yes, he's at the bar and behaving. ]

Private

[never_very_good]

Guess that's a start.

[doeswhathewants]

Torn to pieces by what? The suspense is killing m- oh, perhaps not the most sympathetic choice of words.

[never_very_good]

Deal with it.

[doeswhathewants]

Rude. You are are the one advertising your untimely death, after all.

[never_very_good]

City did that. I'm scrubbing plates.

[doeswhathewants]

I sympathize.

But what are you about to be torn to bits from? Something preventable? Perhaps you will have a last minute save? Perhaps you could kill yourself here and remain in The City forever. Or as long as that lasts.

[never_very_good]

Plan to stay long as I can. I figure I won't have time to miss it, after.

[doeswhathewants]

Plans do tend to change here, what with the hands of the so called city gods dealing in our fates. Why not make your own fate here? Or are you hoping there is a chance to change it back in your universe?

[never_very_good]

Not a chance. City's all I've got.

[eiremagic]

[She's coming home and -

There's her boyfriend.

Who is usually at work.

Her shirt says I bombed a hospital and all I got was this lousy T-shirt]

...Frankie?

[never_very_good]

Decided to take the day off.

[T-shirt and all he turns to look at her, looking unamused.]

[eiremagic]

[She looks at the t-shirt then back at him and moves forward, putting her arms around his neck]

We could fuck.

[never_very_good]

Good answer.

[But he only manages a tight smile, looping an easy arm around her waist.]

[eiremagic]

Cara...do you want me opinion?

[She pushes her fingertips in his hair.]

[never_very_good]

Hmn?

[Noncommittal because honestly he doesn't know if he wants to hear it, though he pulls her nearer. Close enough to an assent.]

[eiremagic]

No sense in thinking on it. Future'll happen no matter what we do.

[She presses a kiss to his cheek]

I know me own death, too.

[never_very_good]

I don't much. [He sighs a slow, quiet breath, the corner of his mouth still quirked downward, though he's lost a lot of his earlier tension.] Scares the fuck outta me though.

[eiremagic]

[She pushes her hands against his face]

I know.

Do you trust me?

[never_very_good]

'Course I do.

[eiremagic]

Then don't be afraid.

[She nudges her nose against his ear]

As long as your here with me, nothing will hurt you and get away with it.

[never_very_good]

Believe me, 'm not worried.

[And now a real smile, not wide but not reserved. He glances down at his shirt again.]

Figured this'd be a problem working, though. So. [A pause.] We could fuck?

[eiremagic]

We could fuck a lot.

[A grin.]

[never_very_good]

Good plan.

[orangetoughguy]

Ouch.

[never_very_good]

Pretty much.