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[killtime]

No. No. Fuck —

FUCK!

[ There's a loud clattering noise and blurred footage that distinctly suggests someone just straight up punted their communicator.

In the distance: ]

Seven thousand years, and you're going to screw me like this? I earned it. Fuck off!

[ Her voice cracks slightly. ]

Fuck.

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[knaval]

Sounds like someone had a rough day. Bummer, huh?

[helping!]

[killtime]

[ From a ways off: ]

Hey. You know what? Suck a massive robot dick, Rapride.

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[queenofseers]

[ Well, that answers some questions. Technically Cass is happy to see Andy back- although she suspects she's intruding. ]

Hey. I'm going to guess your communicator wasn't meant to be on, here?

[killtime]

[ After a good, long while: ]

Honestly, Cass? I don't give a shit anymore.

[versusseeker]

r u ok?

[killtime]

Yes. That's the problem.

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[neverdied]

[He... recognises that level of frustration.]

Hi. [Awkward pause. He's not great at this.]

... Sorry.

[killtime]

[ She audibly pacing around off camera until she hears his voice. Then her boots come into view. And when she speaks, she manages to keep her voice deadpan for one full syllable: ]

Hi.

[ An awkward pause on her end now, long and heavy. Until finally, quieter — the words wavering with something between rage and grief: ]

It's not fucking fair, Jack.

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[notawitch]

[Well, that's interesting.

Based on what he knows of her, there's really only one thing that she could be talking about. And, really, he's not unsympathetic.

Dryly:] Near-death experience?

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[killtime]

Should've told the fucking Porter no goddamn refunds.

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[fuckingpassw0rd]

[Holy shit this lady's got a mouth. Even Hank "fuck is just another word in the english dictionary so fuck off when I use it, you fuck" is pretty impressed.]

Something happen?

[killtime]

Who the fuck wants to know?

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[robberofgraves]

Yeeouch. Sounds like someone's having a rough day. Mind me asking what you earned that was taken from you?

[killtime]

My death.

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[heliophilic]

[After seeing Andy's message, he takes a while to respond. When he does, he decides to do it over text.]

Fuck you.

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[killtime]

[ Impulsively, hot-tempered: ]

No, fuck you, you fucking — you couldn't even do the goddamn job right!

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[killtime]

[ She stops. ]

...It's not your fault. I didn't mean that.

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[selfconducts]

[ Oh, right-- she was one of the Shamtheon victims that died, if Baal's remembering correctly. Not that they've ever really met, so he can only work off second- or thirdhand information.

Still hard to be sympathetic when godhood to them means they don't even get one full lifetime, but things are complicated. He gets that. ]

Most things don't seem to stick here the way they're meant to, yeah. Death especially.

[killtime]

Yeah, well, for the fucking record, death has never stuck right with me. Even before I showed up here. Doesn't make me less pissed off.

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[youresovein]

[ Lestat's reply comes later, after dark. It gives him time to figure out what all this is about. ]

Andy.

Is it really that bad?

[ "It," all-encompassing. It's not surprise in his voice. Just dread. ]

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[killtime]

Only if you're a sentimental piece of shit like me. Then it's just seven thousand years of watching people you love die and watching yourself slowly forget their faces.

Time takes everything, and I'm tired as fuck.

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[reexamined]

You want to die.

[killtime]

No, I want a new toaster oven.

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[bookkeeper]

Seven...thousand years? That's impressive.

[killtime]

[ Dryly: ]

Yeah, sure. Makes for fun small talk.