jason

[outsidebones]

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[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"?