deadliestviper | 013 TEXT LIST TWO/SPAM

Backdated to three days after the Overlook port.

[Locked to Friends (if she's ever told you anything personal, you're on here)]

That port was fucked up for everyone and it hit all of us hard. After going through that I know most of you aren't feeling up to par yet, but when I get anxious, I get antsy. I've laid low to lick my wounds long enough. For the next few hours I'll be playing pool and pretending everything's normal if you've got the energy or inclination to join me.

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[Rack the balls in the pyramid, set the cue-ball, chalk the cue evenly, line up the shot, break it; Beatrix repeats the pattern over and over again, sinking balls into the table's pockets before starting anew. It's not for practice or any particular love of the game, it's not even for fun. It's just that playing strikes that perfect balance of skilled focus and monotony that allows her to zone out, and the last thing she wanted to do right now was let her mind wander. It was already hard enough to push the images of Sarah and that thing in room 217's bathroom from the forefront of her mind – what she needed, wanted, was someone to talk to, distract her.

But no matter how deeply you repress it, you can't squelch a thought. So by all means, join her, but take care if you point out that she's humming "Love Me Tender."]

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[Seth has cleaned himself up, because he was upsetting people when he wasn't clean. Shower, shave, fresh clothes, and only a little bit of hangover showing around his eyes. He's still boiling inside, but he's hoping if he ignores it long enough it will go away.]

[He walks in with a cold pair of his Mexican Cokes and a small tight smile for company. He's had a shit time of it but he still remembers the people on board that he gives a real shit about.]

Hey. You down for another game?

[It would probably be tough to offend the girl who waltzed in the Barge disguised as a human mud pie but B appreciates Seth's clean-up effort anyway. She looks up when she hears his foosteps approaching, and gives him a smile that's a little too broad and bright for people who just went through a mindfuck of a haunting.

If you're going to tell a lie, commit to it.]

Hey. Be my guest, but no gloating when you kick my ass.

Eeeh, I'm not that good. [He hands her a Coke and goes to chalk up a cue.]

Kinda fell outta practice, only getting back into it. Lost my pool partner recently, though.

[He wants to ask if she's okay but the place is semipublic. But he lets his concern show plainly in his dark eyes as he meets her gaze.]

[His words, though, are more neutral.] Things have gotten weird. You need anything, I'm around.

Probably still better than I am. [She accepts the Coke with a smile and nurses it, sipping as she perches on the table's side.]

Yeah? What happened there? [Her tone is light enough, but when she looks up to meet his gaze her eyes are as leaden as his. She nods, once, that little upward "I'm cool" head-jerk, but doesn't break eye contact.] Yeah. Same for you.

Guess we'll see. [He limbers up and grabs the ball rack, then walks over and starts setting up.]

[He looks up at her question.] Lot of people died including Richie, and the guy who did it's his damn Warden. So...I've spent several days now restraining myself from breaking my fist on his face.

Other than that I'll live. You?

If I were you I wouldn't have bothered with the restraint. [Is that admiration in her voice? It might be, if you squint.]

Not dead yet. Or any deader than I was when I got here. How's Richie holding up?

I...I don't know. You can't beat up an angel, there wouldn't be a point...and it would cause headaches for Richie.

[He starts tapping out another cigarette, looks down at the pack, and lays it aside.]

Better than me in some ways. He's changed a lot. The old Richie would be continuously losing his shit about now.

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