[Nathan definitely vorps Katy over here right as she was opening the door to the goddamn bathroom because you will have to pry this joke out of my cold dead hands.]
Are you fucking—hi, Nathan.
[SHE'LL JUST HOLD IT, SHE GUESSES.]
We broke into the gym. Did you know about the gym? Not a good gym, I have to say.
Not exactly. We got, oh, let's see. Chained to a bunch of exercise equipment. Forced into defending our lives. And oh, how could I forget! A bunch of Mutts-- these humanoid creatures-- crawled out of the TV and tried to fuck us up!
Or why the gym was locked up in the first place. There's another room connected to it, you know.
[It was proooobably locked on account of the evil trainer situation, but it still seems like a question to ask. Oh, and, while we're asking question, she has one for Haymitch.]
I think that's all just a bunch of demon shit, yeah? Sounds like a whole bunch of demon shit.
[He reaches a small bar that's closed with a metal shutter, but the lock's been broken and he easily lifts it, revealing the trove of booze beyond. A quick display of youth later and Nathan's jumped over to the other side.]
[She and Haymitch are same hat wrt drinks and it's what she appreciates about him.]
What's the point of the demon shit, though? I've been thinking about that. Why give us all these tools if it's hellbent on taking us all out? It'd be easier to just cut us all down from the get.
[She frowns at that weird-ass Hunger Games lingo, though.]
Isn't the point of demons just...to cause mass chaos and who the fuck knows, honestly?
[Three whiskys, coming up. Before long, three shot glasses are lined up in a neat row before them.]
Maybe the tools are just...things that've slipped through the cracks. Like, from previous victims, or...fuck, I don't know. I didn't pay attention in church but they've all got their rules, don't they? If you can summon a demon, you can banish it.
Sure, that's the point of demons. Demons, of course, being totally real and following myth and legend to a T.
[She downs the shot and then taps the glass twice on the bar, giving the boys a look when they don't do the same. Why isn't everyone aware of local traditions???]
Demons come up and everyone's a fucking expert, that's all I'm saying.
[She's listening, though. If anyone ought to know a thing or two about how the demon works, it's Nathan.]
[As Nathan fills their glasses back up, he gesticulates wildly.]
Why don't we all just agree that everyone's got some weird shit going on that only they can relate to and apparently everything's possible even when it sounds like a whole bunch of bullshit?
[Like, bread being a person!]
I only know about the last time it happened, but if it's happened once or twice, it's probably happened loads of times. Like, you know, history repeating itself n'all.
[He's quiet for a few moments, watching Nathan as he downs that shot, lines of his throat highlighted. How easily he drinks, despite the fact he can't be more than, what, twenty? Twenty-two?]
How much do you know that you can't tell us?
[Unlike his questions of before, it's not urgent. Just quiet, as he pours them all another round.]
I'm not asking for details. I'm just saying . . .
[He glances over at Katy. She is, honestly, the most emotionally competent of them, and he wishes she could say this. But he's the one with the experience. God.]
. . . it's a shitty position to be in. [And he's sorry for Nathan.]
[The fucking rules in this place. They never let up, it seems. In retrospect, maybe Katy shouldn't have taken that frustration out on Nathan, sexily or not. She hesitates on the shot for a moment, turn it in her hands on the bar.]
...So what did the last group have to, you know, guide them along? If not the recordings.
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polyapathy) wrote2019-10-19 09:10 pm
WEEK 3, THURSDAY
[They're both appearing in the community center and Nathan can't be more thrilled. He's all but prancing toward them like an excited dog.]
If it isn't my two favorite satanic hostages!
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Missed us?
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Are you fucking—hi, Nathan.
[SHE'LL JUST HOLD IT, SHE GUESSES.]
We broke into the gym. Did you know about the gym? Not a good gym, I have to say.
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[Look ya'll sent him the tiddy pick don't blame him!!! Gosh! There's a toilet in the community center.]
Nope. Not the landlord, after all.
[He, uh, looks them both over.]
Didn't go well?
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[It's been a very long week.]
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I blew up the door to get in.
[Credit? Please?]
Do you know anything about who put this place together?
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[You two are...the best? Nathan laughs, pointing between both of them.]
Sounds like you both deserve a drink.
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[He tugs a necklace out of his pocket, offering it to Nathan.]
What can you tell me about this?
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[Her mood perks right the fuck up now that someone's said it. But, yes, the pendant. Please let it be something worthwhile...]
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Beats the fuck outta me.
[He offers it back.]
Sorry, mates.
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Fantastic. Course. Why not.
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Take it down a notch, poopy pants.
[And then, to Nathan:]
Can you ask the dead hosts about it? Have they seen anything like it before? It had to have come up last time.
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...they're not giving me anything. But someone's gotta know something, right?
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Maybe. Let's just hope we can figure out before another three weeks pass.
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We'll get there.
[But, hm. She pauses to think, chewing on her lip.]
Has anyone else found weird shit like this after breaking into a locked room?
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[He starts to wander toward the hall. Drinks, drinks! But he keeps talking as he walks.]
Nobody's come to talk to me about them, so...not information I'm privy to.
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[But he's following along, so.]
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Or why the gym was locked up in the first place. There's another room connected to it, you know.
[It was proooobably locked on account of the evil trainer situation, but it still seems like a question to ask. Oh, and, while we're asking question, she has one for Haymitch.]
What's a Mutt? You keep saying that.
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[He reaches a small bar that's closed with a metal shutter, but the lock's been broken and he easily lifts it, revealing the trove of booze beyond. A quick display of youth later and Nathan's jumped over to the other side.]
What can I fix you?
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[Literally anything is fine, he is not picky. To Katy:]
A Mutt, a muttation. An animal all stitched together from somebody's imagination and come to life in a laboratory to be as fucked up as possible.
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[She and Haymitch are same hat wrt drinks and it's what she appreciates about him.]
What's the point of the demon shit, though? I've been thinking about that. Why give us all these tools if it's hellbent on taking us all out? It'd be easier to just cut us all down from the get.
[She frowns at that weird-ass Hunger Games lingo, though.]
Mutation.
[That's her contribution.]
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[Three whiskys, coming up. Before long, three shot glasses are lined up in a neat row before them.]
Maybe the tools are just...things that've slipped through the cracks. Like, from previous victims, or...fuck, I don't know. I didn't pay attention in church but they've all got their rules, don't they? If you can summon a demon, you can banish it.
[He picks up a shot glass.]
Cheers.
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Cheers.
[He waits til they all down it before continuing, because #priorities]
Muttation. I know what I said. Believe me, I had to hear Peeta scream that at me about fifteen times a day for a while there, I know what the word is.
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[She downs the shot and then taps the glass twice on the bar, giving the boys a look when they don't do the same. Why isn't everyone aware of local traditions???]
Demons come up and everyone's a fucking expert, that's all I'm saying.
[She's listening, though. If anyone ought to know a thing or two about how the demon works, it's Nathan.]
How many times has this happened before?
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...Peeta? Like the bread?
[FOCUS, KATY.]
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Why don't we all just agree that everyone's got some weird shit going on that only they can relate to and apparently everything's possible even when it sounds like a whole bunch of bullshit?
[Like, bread being a person!]
I only know about the last time it happened, but if it's happened once or twice, it's probably happened loads of times. Like, you know, history repeating itself n'all.
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How much can you tell us about that last time? Or's it more of the "I can tell you if you sleep with me" kinda thing?
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And, oh, that answer... Not great. How many other groups have fucked this up?]
Those recordings are from last time, aren't they?
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[Nathan rolls his neck before taking another shot of whiskey on his own this time.]
The records are from last time, yeah. I can tell you that much, at least.
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How much do you know that you can't tell us?
[Unlike his questions of before, it's not urgent. Just quiet, as he pours them all another round.]
I'm not asking for details. I'm just saying . . .
[He glances over at Katy. She is, honestly, the most emotionally competent of them, and he wishes she could say this. But he's the one with the experience. God.]
. . . it's a shitty position to be in. [And he's sorry for Nathan.]
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[The fucking rules in this place. They never let up, it seems. In retrospect, maybe Katy shouldn't have taken that frustration out on Nathan, sexily or not. She hesitates on the shot for a moment, turn it in her hands on the bar.]
...So what did the last group have to, you know, guide them along? If not the recordings.