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Every now and then, this place just outdoes itself.

[Today he's bitter about it, but Cain always adapts before long.]

Check in, all of you who've still got your hands or mouths or the ability to tap Morse Code.

[PRIVATE to DEAN WINCHESTER:]

Hey. Feel like home yet?

[PRIVATE to CASSANDRA:]

You all right?

[PRIVATE to BARBARA:]

You, you especially, check in.

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From:

anewlanguage

Not alone. Right?

From:

routemistress

darling, right now I can barely make it to the loo on my own.

[That's a yes, she'd be glad to have you there.]

From:

bodilesswarrior

[A wry, weary smile.] Well, Iris stole my joke.

From:

anewlanguage

[He'd known that much--but his daughter had been a Warden, and returned as an Inmate, too. Some dismally small part of him had hoped that she had made that choice on her own...but if even Dean couldn't, Cass certainly hadn't.]

It sucks, I get that. But you can't just 'wait out' your time here like you could in a jail cell.

From:

anewlanguage

[He snorts, amused but also surprised] Can you blame us? You're the last sunny face of Gotham.

From:

anewlanguage

Let's bring him to you, then.

[It might be safer that way in any case.]

From:

anewlanguage

Sure but I bet you would've tapped up something different.

From:

routemistress

be gentle if you can. Jack's still in there, whatever else is, and he's already prone to guilting himself half to death.

From:

ichoosefight

Hey, Dinah comes by every now and again.

[ No he's right though. ]

From:

surfaceshine

Actually, it doesn't.

[And now he straightens up a little, and for as hard as the expression he'd been giving Cain up to this point had been, this is where the real barelaid steel is, and it is tarnished and warped and bent but still strong, still certain.]

See, you don't know a damn thing about me. You think you do, because you know my name without my telling you, because you knew someone who looks like me, but me? Not a damn thing.

I'm pretty okay with hot showers, hot meals, free drugs and booze, and something impossible trying to kill me only about twice a month.

Edited Date: 2014-07-29 01:08 am (UTC)

From:

anewlanguage

I know. I'll keep an eye on him, you do the talking. I don't blame him, but I don't think that's going to matter.

From:

routemistress

no, it's not, poor love.

and I thought I had evil alter ego problems.

From:

anewlanguage

Not often enough! Doubt I've even met her.

...Do you know Dean Winchester?

From:

ichoosefight

Both versions. Why?

From:

anewlanguage

No, see, I don't know you. I didn't know you before, either. But I know this place.

You think you can tough it out here? [He scoffs] You go ahead and try, but you're just as breakable as everyone else.

From:

surfaceshine

You have no idea.

[At which point the hunter hangs up - not in anger, just out of patience.]

From:

anewlanguage

He's...worrying me.

[Let's go with that, the softer way of saying it.]

You get along with him?

From:

ichoosefight

Depends who you ask. He hasn't tried to fight me since the first time, so in my book we're practically best friends.

From:

anewlanguage

[He can't help but laugh]

That's what I was hoping to hear.

How'd that first fight go?

From:

notsoneedy

[Oh hey, it's that one guy who offered to give her knife lessons on literally her first day. What the hell, might as well check in.]

Whatever list it is you have, I doubt on I'm on it. But for the record. [She raises both her hands, wanly; she's tired, and it shows.] Still here. Still in one piece.