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[ Hey gang, look who's alive and well and not crispy. Dorian's in his room, sitting up against his bed, looking at the camera. He...has very mixed feelings about all of this. Because he died, and they stayed dead and then got revived and none of this should work like that. So normally, he would be making some sort of grandiose "yes, I AM the Dorian Gray, I'm a sinnerrrrrr" blah blah blah kind of post.

But he died. And he really shouldn't have died. And he really shouldn't have died like that. And he shouldn't have come back to life, to proper life, so easily and with seemingly no repercussions. So have an oddly introspective Dorian, nodding at the camera ]

So, as you can see, I'm, um, alive. [ no shit. ] And I feel like I need to explain things.

[ Why did Lunatic target him for starters. Lunatic killed sinners, Lunatic killed Dorian, therefore Dorian was a sinner. Deduction at it's finest. And he KNOWS that he's just gonna have some Jojos up his ass about Dio (thanks buddy) and possibly some astute people have put together the fact that he is that Dorian Gray, and if not then he'll probably have to confess with regards to the sinners bit and this is way too much talking about the parts of himself that he doesn't want to talk about for Dorian's comfort level. ]

Ask away. If you've got a question about me or about what happened, I'll do my best to answer it. [ pause, and then ] Also, if you know someone who can get scorch marks out of carpets or wood, then please tell me their number. This is unsightly. [ and a reminder that guess what! You died! which Dorian doesn't really want. ]

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[ rosie's at her desk with her glasses on, very precious and studious. ]

Steel wool and linseed oil after a light sanding can take care of light scorch marks on the wood, but sections of it may well need to be replaced. Carpet I'm afraid you've got fuckall and you're best bet is ripping it all up.

[ she speaks from an adolescence of personal experience. she has set many a thing accidentally alight with her power before she could control it. ]

Thankfully, I think I'll be able to salvage the closet. The carpet, on the other hand...I've got no clue who to talk to about this. I'm living in Heropa housing, it's not like we've got a super or anything.

[ is the government the super? does he just shoot Ananke an email saying 'btw, I ruined the carpet'? what does he do here??? ]

[ closet. scorch marks. alive. WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK IS YOUR LIFE, SIR???? ]

I would hazard a guess that you could just call someone at Cape Canaveral. Those greeters are awful fucking friendly. [ a beat. ] Good chance this is why you weren't being an immortal manslut at the auction?

God, I wish I could have been an immortal manslut at the auction. [ and he's not even taking offense at being called a manslut! ] There's someone who I desperately wanted to bid on. If I knew I was going to end up charbroiled, I'd have asked you to place a bet for me.

Sorry, ma petit coq. [ she pouts a little, taking her glasses off. the expression doesn't look incredibly sincere, but her tone is. ]

Are you... okay?

I died, [ Dorian simply said, his cocky facade just dropping for a moment. Most importantly, he died and stayed dead—at least for a day or so. ] I was burned to death. So no, I wouldn't call this 'okay.'

[ her nose wrinkles delicately. she could have done with knowing about the immolation and her hand lifts to rub at her collarbone absently, fidgety, the lichtenberg scars left over from too many lightning strikes hidden underneath her blouse. scars dorian has no doubt seen from their foray in the coat check.

but this doesn't make sense regardless because dorian gray is immortal. she seems to be obviously floundering and all she comes up with is to repeat: ]

Sorry.

Thanks, [ he simply says, with a little nod. He knows she's floundering. And he knows she deserves an explanation since Rosie knows about the whole immortal bit. But MAN ALIVE he doesn't want to talk about it. ]

I wouldn't mind a visit, if you've got the time.

I've got to finish a test on -- [ she cuts herself off with a shake of her head. stop it, rosie. he just died, stop thinking about work. ] Which I can do later. I'm free whenever you are.

I'm free pretty much whenever today. Considering that I just died, I'm sure my boss won't mind if I take the day off.

[ HINT HINT NUDGE NUDGE LOKI. ]

I can be there in... an hour? How do you feel about Chinese food and wine? [ sometimes.... she is just so stereotypically french. ]

You know, that sounds absolutely grand right about now. Thanks.

It occurs to me that I... don't know where you live. Aside from Heropa. Address please. [ already she's moving though, seemingly grabbing stuff off her desk and swinging a bag over her shoulder, glasses tipped back onto her nose. ]

[ He can't help but laugh at that. ] Residence 2. And it's located here: [ INSERT DIRECTIONS WHOO ]

[ she's gonna get lost. because she has the directional aptitude of a rock. ]

Be there in a bit.

[ AND THEN SHE HANGS UP ON HIS CUTE FACE. BYE FELICIA. ]

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