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[greatoldjohn]

[in a rather deep voice] "This is John Doe. Please leave your message. I'll get back to you as soon as I can. I may respond in text if I'm currently with Arthur. Apologies."

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[crab_rangoon]

Ah, well, that explains exactly nothing, but telling her not to do something is going to make her want to do it more.

[He puts an arm around her.]

Come along, darling. I'm taking you to mine to rest.

[greatoldjohn]

[ Fine. Then he'll ignore Misty and look to Pagan. ]

I'm sorry. I genuinely didn't know it would affect her that way.

We can talk more about it once she's... resting.

[citizendetective]

Oh, he's not explaining it right.

[She scoffs quietly, shuffling forward and letting her eyes drift shut.]

It was mesmerizing.

[crab_rangoon]

Yes, darling, so is a lava lamp, but you shouldn't stick your fucking hand in it. Now, hold tight and I'll carry you.

[He glances to John.]

Get the door for me, hm? Thank you for calling me.

[greatoldjohn]

[ He floats over to get the door. ]

We should probably talk later. Do you need me to help with the door once you get there?

[citizendetective]

I'm fine, Pagan. I'm just a little dizzy!

[Except she's practically slurring her words, and when he goes to lift her, she doesn't resist at all. Curling an arm around his shoulders, she goes boneless against him, hanging on tight.

It's sort of nice, being carried. Not that she'll ever admit that out loud.]

[crab_rangoon]

Yes, thank you. Come along and help, if you please.

[He lifts her easily and holds her against him, walking to the door, addressing her softly.]

You're going to sleep and you're not going to raise a fuss at me about it and we'll certainly be talking about this when you're back to your proper self.

[greatoldjohn]

[ John closes the door behind him and floats along with them. ]

If it helps, we were having a pretty decent discussion before this happened.

[citizendetective]

Stop talking about me like I'm not here!

[Misty says, her voice muffled against Pagan's shirt.]

And walk-- walk slowly. My head is killing me.

[crab_rangoon]

[He shifts his arm a little to cradle her head.] The faster we get there, the faster we can get you in bed. And don't whine at him - you need to be resting.

[He glances to John's form.]

Do I need to get outside help for her?

[greatoldjohn]

No. It should wear off within an hour, if that.

[ And to Misty- ]

I wasn't talking about you like you weren't here, Misty. I thought you'd agree.

[citizendetective]

Well, that remains to be seen. We'll see how I feel "within the hour".

[crab_rangoon]

[He rolls his eyes, but once they're back up to the first floor, he gestures to the door with his foot.]

That one, if you please.

[She is going right to the guest room to lie down.]

[greatoldjohn]

[ John does as asked, and he'll stay outside until Pagan comes back unless told otherwise. ]

[citizendetective]

Painkillers?

[She murmurs, flopping onto the bed and sinking into the mattress the second that she's plopped down.]

Water?

[crab_rangoon]

[Shoes first. He takes those off and peeks out the door.]

Come in, John. Don't lurk in the fucking hallway.

[The water and aspirin are given next, right into her hands.]

[greatoldjohn]

[ John makes a slightly grumpy noise but he doesn't object, so he'll float in and close the door behind him, taking a moment to look around. He takes down the impression so that he can give it to Arthur later and then he's following along. ]

I didn't want to assume.

[citizendetective]

He's right. This is technically my bedroom.

[Though she doesn't actually sound annoyed, and she certainly doesn't tell John to stay out. Popping the pills into her mouth, she chases them with water, then drops back onto the bed with a heavy sigh.]

[crab_rangoon]

And this is my fucking cabin and I won't have guests standing - well, floating - in the hallway. Now you stay here. John and I need to chat. Go to sleep.

[He gestures to the kitchen.]

[greatoldjohn]

[ There's one last glance of concern at Misty before he floats into the kitchen as asked.]

[crab_rangoon]

[Pagan turns the water on in the sink to driwn out the voices.]

Now. John.

What the fuck? And don't skimp on the details, please.

[greatoldjohn]

[ There is a long pause as he considers how to start. The question is a fair one. ]

Are you familiar with the King in Yellow? Or... the concept of beings not entirely unlike the Admiral?

Those for whom reality functions on a different scale, with a different perspective entirely from the restraints of mortal existence?

[crab_rangoon]

I have been on the Barge for two years. I'm aware of a great many things.

[greatoldjohn]

[ There's a short grumble noise, as if to say 'how the fuck should I know?' before he lets out a huff. All right. ]

I was a fragment of the King in Yellow, of such a being. Now I am... something between that and human, entangled as I am with my partner, Arthur.

The mural was of... that kingdom, painted from my memories. I assume something about that was too much for her to handle.

[crab_rangoon]

[Nonsense, he thinks, but there's a part of him that always believed Yuma when she talked about the power of the thangka. Of course, he mostly thought it was the drugs talking.]

Ah. And the argument when I walked in was...?