OOM: And Superhuman Crew

[lockedupwithme]

Rorschach had his doubts about the so-called Milliways Bar, but stepping back through the door did, as promised, leave him in Dan's foyer

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[he_quit]

Dan's face is a mixture of confusion and relief. "Rorschach?"

[lockedupwithme]

Rorschach's back is to the door; he doesn't bother turning around.

"Hello, Daniel. Got hungry waiting. Helped myself to some beans."

He scrapes at the bottom of the can he's on, almost obnoxiously. Perhaps he's trying to drive home that security lesson. "Hope you don't mind."

[he_quit]

Dan begins to take off his coat, baffled by this development. "Uh, that is, no! No, of course I don't mind... Uh... You want me to heat those up for you or anything?"

[lockedupwithme]

"No. Fine like this."

Of course, Rorschach is down to the last few bites anyway. He scrapes the bottom of the can one more time before putting it aside and tugging his mask down.

[he_quit]

"So, uhhh, long time no see!" Dan says, trying to make casual conversation. Trying to make this just a visit from an old colleague. "How have you been keeping?"

[lockedupwithme]

Rorschach grunts and crosses the kitchen to raid Dan's sugar canister.

"Out of prison, so far."

He stops the offensive against Dan's sugar supply to reach into a coat pocket, but pauses.

"Didn't think you were into gay bars."

There's a hint of disapproval in his voice.

[he_quit]

"What?" Dan says, flabbergasted. He knows Rorschach was losing his touch, but this... "Where would you even get that idea?"

[lockedupwithme]

"I found one. Right behind your front door."

Rorschach would like an explanation now, please.

[he_quit]

"You've not been... hit on the head lately, have you?" Dan asks, eying his old partner.

[lockedupwithme]

"No," Rorschach says sharply. "Am perfectly healthy, and certainly not weak-minded. That's more than some people can say."

Rorschach's opinion of Dan is, at the moment, not very high.

[he_quit]

"I can promise you, there's nothing behind my door except my house," Dan says. "Sorry to disappoint you."

[lockedupwithme]

"Wrong. I saw it. Ran into several bad Veidt impersonators."

[he_quit]

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Rorschach!" Dan says. "Honest."

[lockedupwithme]

Rorschach tenses like he's going to push the point, but instead tosses a blood-spattered smiley face pin onto the table.

"Forget it. Look at this."

Maybe the bar was a dream, or maybe Dan is leading him on--Rorschach will find out eventually. He'll make sure of it.

[he_quit]

"Uh, what is it?" Dan says, picking up the badge. "This little stain, is that bean juice, or...?"

[lockedupwithme]

"That's right. Human bean juice." Despite the subject matter, his voice is laden with sarcasm.

Rorschach tips the sugar canister over. Sugar cubes spill onto the counter.

"Ha ha. Badge belonged to the Comedian. Blood too. He's dead."