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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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[greatoldjohn]

You found a purpose. Meaning to the span of your life.

[ That is not idle curiosity. He talks about that with a great intensity. ]

[crab_rangoon]

Yes.

And she's alive and well, which is all I fucking wanted.

So I came back after I - did my part.

[greatoldjohn]

You're a warden to do your part? Help others as you were helped?

[crab_rangoon]

God no.

I did my part before, at home.

Here? I came back here because I still was searching for purpose.

[greatoldjohn]

Any luck?

[crab_rangoon]

Well, I'm Misty's warden and I found the person who is coming back with me. To make my life less fucking pathetic and lonely.

So I say - yes.

[greatoldjohn]

Good.

I'm glad for you. Truly.

[crab_rangoon]

[He looks up to the ceiling, gathering himself.]

Well, what are you searching for here?

[greatoldjohn]

A means to get things I need that won't... send me backwards.

A body of my own, for one. Arthur... Arthur deserves to be whole again.

[crab_rangoon]

Good. Just don't forget who is doing all the work in the end.

[greatoldjohn]

No, I'm... well aware.

[crab_rangoon]

I thought as much.

[He gestures to the door.] Feel free to stick around for her. I'm going to clean up the kitchen a while.

[Nervous energy born from uncertainty means it's time to do chores.]

[greatoldjohn]

[ John doesn't answer but he is going to start floating around looking at the art and the patterns and the decoration in the room with outright fascination. ]

[citizendetective]

[Misty naps for another hour or so - long enough for the effects of the painting to wear off, and saving them all another round of headaches (for the next twenty-four hours, anyway). Once she's straightened out her sleep-rumpled clothes and combed her fingers through her hair, she pads out into the main cabin and--]

Well, that sure was weird.

[crab_rangoon]

[Pagan has a grilled cheese ready for her and holds it out on a plate.]

Eat.

[greatoldjohn]

[ John will wait until she's at least taken the sandwich before asking- ]

How are you feeling?

[citizendetective]

[She considers the question as she chews and swallows, tilting her head.]

Not more headache. And no more desire to explore every inch of that creepy abandoned city.

[crab_rangoon]

[Pagan leans against the doorway to the kitchen, watching the two.]

Well, that's an improvement. On both fronts.

[greatoldjohn]

Thank fucking Christ.

Good, I'm glad to hear it.

[ He floats into view of Pagan. ]

I should let you both rest.

[citizendetective]

Oh, you can stay!

[Misty says, predictably.]

Come on, hang out with us. Do you want a sandwich?

[crab_rangoon]

[Pagan gives her a Look.]

Misty, that's a cue that he wants to leave. And I'm more than happy to let him take it. Come back eventually, though, John. Hopefully in a less dire situation.

[greatoldjohn]

[ He pauses. ]

I... don't mind either way, actually.

[ He looks to Misty. ]

But I was an unexpected guest. And I've been here for a while.

Thank you, Pagan.

[citizendetective]

Okay, well.

[She looks between the two of them, not sure where she wants her gaze to settle.]

We'll have to do dinner sometime! All four-- no, five of us.