saltburnt inbox

[rehandle]

WELCOME TO THE SALTBURNT NETWORK

USERNAME:
STRANGE

text ❖ audio ❖ video

Comments

text — un: goatface

[ghostface]

( strange could theoretically mean anything or be anyone, but danny's got a gut feeling — )

you take a wrong turn in the void?

[rehandle]

[ Oh. What the fuck? ]

Not all of us go wandering off

[ghostface]

i only wander off during specific moments, like parties and family gatherings or when strange men come to my home to rip my daddy's heart out. (:

[rehandle]

Sorry I couldn't arrange a playdate for you this time, looks like you figured it out fine on your own.
How long has it been?

[ghostface]

last i saw you was ( shit, when was it? time is an unreal blur. ) months ago. may, june. i popped up here shortly after zlatka rearranged my guts at her little dinner party.

[rehandle]

[ Months ago, when he spoke to him just the other day. There are too many things it could mean: comforts in some of them, a flipside to every coin. ]

Any sign of an out?

[ghostface]

strange, let's be real here. if you're asking me that, we're fucked.

( danny is many things, but a time-bending wizard is not one of them. )

[rehandle]

[ Great. That would've been too easy, wouldn't it? ] What else is new.

[ghostface]

the house ain't right. you can leave technically, but most people who try end up right back here with little memory of what happened from a to z.

[rehandle]

Have you tried?

[ghostface]

i haven't had a reason to want to try.

[rehandle]

[ He almost makes a comment here, some cold criticism. Something stops him. ]

Why?

[ghostface]

same reason you probably wouldn't have left rubilyk of your own free will.

[rehandle]

[ Because he wants to kill the bitch in charge and ensure life goes on in her absence doesn't seem like it's the answer here, and failing that... ]

Who else is here?

[ghostface]

john, house, jem. eddie, too, but he ain't ours.

[rehandle]

[ All four of them. All four of them. What the fuck. ]

And we're sure this isn't the Void?

[ It's not a question he needs an answer to. Buying time. Time to get his head around waking up in the company of so much unfinished business. ]

[ghostface]

we're not sure of anything. i think john thinks it is.

un: jod.

[unconscionable]

[ instead of John "thinks in text" Gaius's brain telepathy text pings it's just an ordinary phone message. ]

Hey. Come to add another heart to your collection?

[ it's a joke it's a joke it's a joke ]

[rehandle]

John also thinks you're a special boy, so we'll keep our grain of salt handy
You all arrive together?

[rehandle]

[ That's two for two on the heart-shaped welcomes, and there are layers to this one, and if he tries really hard maybe he can find a shred of humor to spare them. Or at least - ]

Hello, John. How's the vacation?

[unconscionable]

Really good, actually, yeah. Footloose and spider-free.

[rehandle]

Good for you. I hear the gang's all here?

[ghostface]

well, if god thinks it, it must be true. (:

more or less. john already disemboweled me as my welcome present in case you've still got some axe-grinding ideas in that perfectly coifed head of yours.

[unconscionable]

Fun, right? And you've come just in time to watch Danny suffering the consequences of his murderous actions again.

So what news from Rubilyk?

[rehandle]

Oh. Thrilled to hear the family's still fully functional after relocating. How's your body count looking here so far?