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[otherbitches]

they're kidding right?

[wrackful]

Why, don't think my cooking's good enough?

[otherbitches]

I'm wondering if she heard about your solyanka or your flakey crust.

[wrackful]

My solyanka still needs work, so it's got to be the crust.

[otherbitches]

as long as it's not good enough for her to keep you. might want to fuck it up on purpose.

[wrackful]

Please, who'd want to keep me? I'm way too annoying.

[otherbitches]

she doesn't know that. yet.

[wrackful]

Most people figure it out pretty quick. Usually around the first or second time I open my mouth.

[otherbitches]

if you give her that one look, you won't need to say anything at all.

how long until you want an extraction? figure we can get through the door if the damsel needs it.

[wrackful]

Yeah? Which look is that?

It's just dinner, Billy. I'm not going to turn into a damsel over one dinner.

[otherbitches]

might be the one you're giving me right now. can't check.

yeah. if she doesn't let you go, call.

[wrackful]

Oh so it's just my face then. That makes sense.

She's not going to, but also wouldn't be the first time I've been chained up in a castle. I can handle it.

[otherbitches]

you know... i feel like you know more about me than i do about you. on account of it being california in there and not future-fucked-earth.

which also could have been california. which coast were you on?

[wrackful]

East. They tried to drop us at Mount Weather, but they missed. Which turned out lucky for us in some ways, crappy in others.

I mean, crappy is the running theme. I don't know how much you really want to know.

[otherbitches]

that blows. weather's way better out west. unless it's covered in fucking poisonous gas in the future. or if the earthquakes broke it off into the ocean. or if it lit on fire during a dry spell. [ he doesn't know how much worse that's going to get in another twenty/thirty years. ]

you can tell me about it sometime. i missed the part with you locked up in castles. shirt on or off?

[wrackful]

Yeah, I remember the weather. Remember that it suited you better than me, too.

Off for the torture, on for the pretending to be a priest so the Commander who wasn't really the Commander yet wouldn't kill me. Unless you're asking for the sometime when I'm telling you this stuff, cause that's really up to you.

[otherbitches]

What's black and white and red all over? John Murphy with a sun burn.

[ Not quite right, Murphy's hair is the color of driftwood, fat with seawater. But hey, better to think of that than 24 hours from now if he doesn't come back out... ]

We've got all the time in the world, you can give me the play by play later. Priesthood though. How'd you like it?

[wrackful]

Seem to remember that only happened the one time someone got distracted and didn't finish putting block on my back.

I liked staying alive. And it was a grounder priest. "Flamekeeper", they call it. So don't get too excited about me in a white collar.

[otherbitches]

i got distracted by pushing you in. sue me.

[ 'Grounder.' ] so no, 'forgive me, murphy for i have sinned'?

[wrackful]

Now I'm getting confused. Am I meant to sue you, or forgive you?

[otherbitches]

If you forgive me, you won't have to sue me, father murphy.

did you have religion up there?

[wrackful]

Okay, pretty sure I need you to never call me that again.

Yeah, but it was all about making it to the ground again. No god or anything.

[otherbitches]

[ Got it. Putting that away for the most ignoring possible moment possible. ]

weird. so no saints medals, stained glass, community cannibalism? sounds boring.

[wrackful]

That's The Ark for you. Stuck in a big metal box your whole life, praying to a tree.

[otherbitches]

Load of bullshit.

Listen, let me know when you're out, okay? Or if you need the calvary.