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[gazeboed]

Let me just say I'm not really a fan of the new tattoo, or the vomit-inducing speedy elevators, but I guess this isn't so bad. Space, huh? Alright. Fine.

[ it's really not alright or alright. at all, but it's better than the House, that's for freaking sure. Hayden looks pretty normal on this video feed, maybe a little tired, but otherwise cheerful and fine. cheerful, yeah. no panicking for this new crew member. the truth is that she's scared, and pissed, and confused. but again, somehow getting away from the House? she'll deal with it, for now. ]

I just have one tiny little question. I heard a boy named Tate Langdon is on board, is that right? Because, funny enough, he's a really good friend of mine from home, we're really close. So I hope you've all been looking out for him, he needs that. [ her tone is entirely too sincere, maybe as a ploy to try and piss off Tate and fish him out of wherever he's hiding, or maybe just for her own amusement. ] It's just that he's been known to get into these moods, well- We'll call them "episodes" for now, actually, that's more accurate. He sometimes has these "episodes", during which time he's unpredictable and- [ SIGH. it's such a sensitive subject, can you tell? ] Let's just say it's best that they're avoided, yeah. And keeping him away from me will definitely result in an episode. [ don'tsmirkdon'tsmirkdon'tsmirk ]

Anyway! If anyone would be interested in giving the new girl a tour, I wouldn't exactly object. [ only ( tall, dark, handsome, & strait ) men need apply, please and thank you. ] If I'm gonna be living here I need to know my way around the place, right?

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[heltersskelter]

When they're dead, they're dead.

[he's seen it enough times. Hotspur. Isaac. Sherlock Holmes. they don't come back the way they do, the way the House and Halloween make it.

though he's not entirely convinced they're gone, up here, because he can feel the ship the way he feels the house.

the fingers of his empty hand flex, his gaze narrowing.]

But some people are brought here after they die. This place brings them back to life.

[gazeboed]

Typical.

[ it sounds like how the house works. well, almost. keeping people alive when they're supposed to be dead, yeah. but if they die here, it sticks? that's shit. ]

Does that mean we can die here too? For real? [ not really asking, she's just thinking out loud. ] Shit.

[heltersskelter]

I dunno. [he says, slow.] Lets find out.

[and there's no lead up, not in his tone, not in his body; but then all at once Tate is striking like a cobra. the knife drops from his sleeve into his palm and the distance between them is closed between one heartbeat and a next, his arm slashing through the air.

the blade sinks into her throat, a clear slice from his left to right across her jugular.

Tate doesn't even blink.]

[gazeboed]

[ well. that's. just. DANDY.

Hayden doesn't even reach up to grab at her neck, you can't put pressure on a cut to the jugular, so she just glares at him, coughs wetly once the blood starts pouring out of the wound and sucks in a big enough breath to make sure he can hear this; ]

You dick.

[ before she flops. bleeds. and dies. ]

[heltersskelter]

[he doesn't smile, but he stays where he's standing, knife in his hand, a thin line of blood on it's blade. he watches her bleed out.

and then he waits.]

[gazeboed]

[ it takes her, roughly, twenty-three minutes to wake up. blood all over her neck and her side from where she fell in the puddle on the floor, but the wound's gone, just a faint mark that may or may not fade in time. great, just what she needs. more scars.

she sits up, holds her hands out in front of her, one covered in her own blood and the other perfectly clean. ugh. she stands up, holds her arms out at her sides just to get a good look at herself, the floor. ]

I should CUT OFF YOUR JUNK FOR THAT, ASSHOLE! [ blood all over her clothes :( that shit never washes out right. ] You could've just fucking TOLD me!

[heltersskelter]

[he frowns, the slightest turn down at the corner of his mouth and Tate's chin lifts as she stands like some kind of harpie and turns to yell at him.

he shrugs, like she was yelling at him for not cleaning his room.]

I wasn't sure.