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If there's a prize for rotten judgment
I think I've already won that
No man is worth the--

...Once wasn't enough?

[she'll be over here duct-taping her mouth shut, thanks.]

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[someone has obtained note-cards and a marker, thus he'll communicate with writing, scrawling something out before showing it to her]

This thing got you too?

[she nods, not trusting herself to speak.]

[offers some cards and a spare marker, scribbling something down and showing her]

In case this lasts, might be handy.

[she takes them and flashes him a smile before writing on the top card.]

Thanks.

Duck tape
Duck tape
Duck tape

I love Duck tape.

[ GRabs the duck tape, and RIPS IT OFF HER MOUTH. PAINFULLY. ]

[writes something in response]

No problem.

Ow!

Hey, watch what you're--

I've been around the block before
With blockheads just like you--

[she groans.]

[ Just grins, and pops a party popper against her ear. ]

Happy Holidays, folks!

Ah, there you are, Braig. What is this, some sort of Broadway musical?

Gasped, Cable, buddy, soldier from the future that doesn't take three minutes late!

Why're you three minutes late? Didja do some hookey pookey with Lady Luck?

[ AND HE GRINS. ]

[ ooc; ...... sdfghjk the eye. YOU WIN MY HEART. ♥ ]

I think this place is a little removed from the usual dimensions I'm used to, so there was a bit of a delay. But I'm here now, wherever here is. Getting yourself into trouble as usual, I'd assume?

Doesn't look like Death's or my Irish Goddess, so we've gotta be pretty far.

[ And a pause. ]

Trouble? Naaaaaah.

Naaaaaah.

Just a bit of explosions? Ending up in a pastry-palooza?

[Ah, a smirk] The usual, then?

[ Nods and juuuust grins through the mask. ]

You know me so, so well, Dilan. We should get hitched again, what do you say?

Yeah, the divorce was a big ass whooper, but we can make it!

You're not hard to know, Braig. And, considering the circumstances, we may have been a little too hasty with the separation. [a light, rolling shrug]

I would like to find out a bit more about this place you've stranded us in, though.

I knew you'd come back to me, baby!

[ FOURTH WALL, YOU ARE BROKEN; HALLELUJAH played all around the room for a moment. Angels and everything. Or something like that. Braig says he loves sneaking in the narration boxes. ]

Well, from what I know, we're stranded in some kinda crossroads of other dimensions. In a Dressing Room.

God hates me, doesn't he?

[Takes Braig's behavior in stride; unlike their surroundings, this is nothing new to him.]

Interesting... But why a dressing room?

And no, Braig, he just has a sense of humor.

That's what got me thinking--am I dead? Can I see my beautiful dead women yet?

But you're here and the last I remember's we were breathing. Or I'm even more completely fucked up.

I'm supposed to be the funny one, he's only supposed to watch.

[ Crosses his arms and HUFFS. Mockingly, that is. ]

I can assure you, we're very much alive. And there are a lot of different beings here, not all of them entirely human, from what I've been able to gather so far. But wait, I'm boring you...

Yes, you are. Let's get to the point, and maybe we can wear out rings a little faster.

And look for something that can spell out using the easy way. You know I love the easy way, right?

Of course. You had something in mind?

Bodyslide. [ And a nod. ]

It helps. Remember?

I remember. And all right, I just hope it won't interfere too badly with this 'dressing room's' already unstable situation.

I say this calls for it!

Bodyslide Two

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