jason

[outsidebones]

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week 3; friday

[outsidebones]

[where is jason...she will go looking for him after the reveal. checking his room first, maybe?]

[unrecked]

[How did she know he was a hidey-hole kind of guy…!

Yeah, he is in his room. And he will open the door. Despite being clean now, he still looks a little… tilted.]

Sup.

[outsidebones]

[an educated guess.]

...Hello. [she looks like she's questioning her whole life coming here, but.] Are you alright?

[unrecked]

[He really debates whether to be a smart ads here because that’s usually his defense mechanism, but you know what?

Too tired today.]

Physically, sure. Emotionally? I’ve maybe been better once.

[He steps back? And holds the door open.]

[outsidebones]

Understandable. [she crosses her arms, but she will take the invitation to come inside.] You shared that memory, and then I presume you were...

[unrecked]

[His room looks like this. She can stand if she wants, but he gestures at the desk chair if she wants to sit down.]

What, woke up, was confused, got bashed by something in the back of the head right after? Yeah. Not too happy about it. Better hope I don’t find who is doing it.

[outsidebones]

[if that's how he wants to play it off, she will allow it. and take a seat.]

Actually, I rather hope you do find out. That would be amusing. I understand that perhaps there is some...reason for this, but it is still rather abominable.

[a sigh.]

Did you have a dream?

[unrecked]

Amusing.

[He reaches up to rub his brows with two fingers. He sighs.]

Yeah. Not a great one, let me tell you.

[outsidebones]

Yes. You can threaten someone with that empty gun of yours who deserves it. [she is worried about him but she's still mean.]

[...] The gist of the dream - people you knew once trying to kill you, but they seem fake somehow? Is that accurate, at all?

[unrecked]

Now? In my good home?

[Damn. The hand drifts back to tenderly touch the back of his head; he winces briefly.]

Hah. I wish. Why, did someone else buried say that? No, I was-- [His eyes look away, lids fluttering a moment before he focuses, brows together.] I was... digging myself out of the grave, but once I reached the top, I was being buried again.

Had to dig myself out. Over and over.

[outsidebones]

That's what Claude and Rupert's were like. I thought maybe there was a pattern. But that is also very awful, Jason.

[unrecked]

I know. I meant--today. Who else besides me, do you know?

[He waves a hand dismissively.]

I'll... live.

[outsidebones]

I haven't run into anyone who has admitted it.

I'm sure you will. Still, I wish we knew the purpose.

[unrecked]

[He sort of shrugs with mostly a hand.]

Beats me. Maybe it's a person looking for... I don't know. Someone to protect. Or maybe they're looking for a killer. Could be just the hotel.

[outsidebones]

Could the location you're in be the catalyst? Maybe it...picks an innocent person?

[unrecked]

What, the hotel? Dunno. It's possible? Usually everything here is about murder, though. Helping narrow it down feels... not like this place, I guess.

[outsidebones]

You say that, but what about things like those odd phone calls?

[unrecked]

[He shrugs a bit, resigned.]

Both are gruesomely helpful, I guess. I don’t know if shoving people in the dirt is good or bad. Praying it’s good, or I’m going to wring the neck of whoever is doing it if it isn’t.

[outsidebones]

I think it can be gruesomely helpful while still not being "good"?