Oh good god. // Canon is Dexter

[sliceslife]

And what exactly do you suppose you're going to do with me now?

You talk about headspace like I don't know how it feels to share it.

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[debeffingmorgan]

Thank fucking god - Dex! Where the hell have you been?

[sliceslife]

Ah, Deb?

Here and there.

[debeffingmorgan]

Your mun keeping you locked in a fucking closet or something? You're missing the party.

[sliceslife]

There's a party?

The kind you want your brother at?

[debeffingmorgan]

I wouldn't say there was a fucking party if I didn't want you there, asshole.

['Asshole' really means 'dear brother'. You know this.]

[sliceslife]

Ah, of course. You wouldn't say that.

What are you doing here anyway?

[debeffingmorgan]

Well, my mun thought it would be this grand idea to take me to some city with no heat, no light, and no police department. It's fucking great, you're missing out.

[sliceslife]

Oh. That kind of party, how stupid of me.

The ones without the lights and heat.

How's that going for you?

[debeffingmorgan]

Yeah, that kind of party.

It'd be going a lot worse if Lundy wasn't there. Not that either of us have a job.

[sliceslife]

... Lundy's with you?

[debeffingmorgan]

Yyyyep. Crazy part is, it was after he died. [So candid when you're happy, Deb.] Crazy, huh?

[sliceslife]

[Oh.]

How is that... [No, don't think about it.]

You're holding up all right?

[debeffingmorgan]

Don't ask me, I'm not complaining.

[Okay, her grin will crack a little. Because you're her go to person.]

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. I mean, it's not every day you wind up in a strange place and then one day your dead boyfriend shows up good as new.

[Sigh.]

It's rough, Dex. Not with Lundy, he's great. But... everything else.

[sliceslife]

[You wouldn't.]

[Still, the smile is reassuring. If she's happy... with her dead boyfriend.]

Things were going well before he died.

[Tact. He has it.]

ilu, just fyi. Never played off a Dex before ;;

[debeffingmorgan]

[What the shit, Dex.]

...yeah. Yeah they were.

[OKAY THEN. CHANGE OF SUBJECT.]

So how have you been?

Aaaaah. I made this account today. /dies

[sliceslife]

[Oh. Perhaps she wasn't quite coming to terms with it?]

Ah-- Me? Fighting to get out for a while now, need a good old stretch of the legs...

He's adorable and I want to squish him

[debeffingmorgan]

[She tries not to think about it, okay? Trying to live in the moment and all that psychological shit.]

Well, as much as I hate this place, it'd be nice to see a brotherly face around here. Crazy shit is happening all the time, and it'd be nice to have your endless wisdom in the land of the weird. Just today my hair turned pink because of some stupid valentines chocolates.

[Flatly.] It's fucking awesome.

/flails. Ah, thanks. I totes need to spend some time getting used to him though. =D

[sliceslife]

[You're listening to the psychobabble now, Sis?]

You want me to come and live with you in your heatless, lightless world? With no job?

Or you just want to see me with pink hair.

Of course! We'd be happy to have you if you're interested.

[debeffingmorgan]

[Shhhh don't tell anyone.]

You're right. That's exactly what I want to see.

[Smiiiirk.]

You caught me.

I suppose that would be one way to get accustomed to a new muse?

[sliceslife]

[My lips are sealed.]

You'll start to worry people, Deb.

We have a dressing room, too! I'd be happy to thread with you there to test waters

[debeffingmorgan]

Don't I always? Come oooon, Dex. The shitcan city just isn't the same without you.

... Oh really?

[sliceslife]

You make it sound like I have a choice.

Yup!

[debeffingmorgan]

[ooc: Right here!]

You totally have a choice. You can either sit in that closet there, or you can come see me! And I'll give you a hint - closets? Really lame.

Oi oi, Thanks.

[sliceslife]

... Closets.

[Because he can really only think of one.]

Right-- okay. You got me. I'm in the closet. Surprise.

No problemo

[debeffingmorgan]

[Snerk.]

Not that closet, ass. Just roll it around in your head, alright? I miss you.

=D

[sliceslife]

[Oh look, humour.]

Ah, the other closet, for people stuck in other people's heads.

[debeffingmorgan]

You're so fucking hilarious.

[Wow she missed the shit out of you.]

[sliceslife]

I try.

[wouldeaturtoast]

Dexter.

[Have a small little nod.]

Debra mentioned you were here. Good to see you, even if these aren't the best circumstances.

[sliceslife]

Lundy.

[Nod. Yes. That'll do.]

Ah, she did? That's...

[What was it?]

[wouldeaturtoast]

[He'll just take your inability to speak as surprise there.]

She speaks highly of you. Given your talent I'm not surprised. Might need your expertise if the law enforcement in this city sorts itself out.

[sliceslife]

[A wise choice.]

My expertise?

There's a need for blood splatter analysts?

[wouldeaturtoast]

Unfortunately, there has been more than one murderer who's taken advantage of the lawless state the city is in right now. Without law enforcement, there's not a lot we can do.

[Which you can imagine is frustrating to the resident serial killer hunter.]

I hope there's some consensus on what we're going to do about it. When that time comes, we'll need a blood splatter analyst and who better than you?

[sliceslife]

[Actually-- no, this works. Hello sister's dead boyfriend, and back to business...]

There's no law enforcement?

[No one to lead down the garden path whilst you hunt down the criminal, Dex?]

Ah. Who better than me? Well, they call me the best, I suppose it makes sense to help out where I can.