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[wankersometimes]

Great.  Brilliant.

I got a building dropped on me and now I've been sucked up by the Rift.  Let's just jerk the deadman around some more, oh this is really shit.  If it's the 1940s I'm gonna kill you, Jack.

Jack?  Gwen?  Tosh?  ....Ianto?    Dunno why I bother paging you.  It's not like you're gonna open the bloody Rift to save me.  Anyone?

What the-

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crying ZOMBIE, and action

[cry_reaper]

[Mara soot at the edge of the square, watching the man with the antique gun. Sorry, the apparently dead man with the gun who was now an entirely new version of dead she would have to deal with. She muttered under her breath.]

Themis' arse this place is ridiculous.

crying ZOMBIE, and action

[wankersometimes]

[Owen had shifted the gun towards the noise and squinted at the girl suspiciously, but he lowered his weapon when it looked like she wouldn't be a threat.]

...I'll agree with that. Mind telling me where we are?

crying ZOMBIE, and action

[cry_reaper]

[Mara crossed her arms, wonderful, someone newer than her.]

It's called the City, don't bother asking why, the older residents tend to try and be amusing when you do that.

They also follow up with this being some nexus of space and time, but you'll need someone better than me to explain that shite.

crying ZOMBIE, and action

[wankersometimes]

[Owen had heard weirder things. Not many weirder things, but still.]

Older residents?

crying ZOMBIE, and action

[cry_reaper]

I've been here less than a week. There are those who have been here for years.

[She stared at him. He moved, he talked, but it was like looking at a wall. No life, no spark, nothing. But still she said nothing. She'd learned quickly that the dead didn't like to be reminded of their situation.]

crying ZOMBIE, and action

[wankersometimes]

Well that's just great.

[He grumbled and put his gun away.]

Any idea how to get out of here? Not that here isn't great and all.

crying ZOMBIE, and action

[cry_reaper]

I'm told "out" isn't an option.

[She quirked her head to the side.]

Are you wearing bandages on that hand, are you injured?

[How could you possibly injure the dead? she wondered.]

crying ZOMBIE, and action

[wankersometimes]

Yeah well it's the only option I'm interested in.

[He lifted his hand self-consciously and scowled at her.]

Broke my finger.

crying ZOMBIE, and action

[cry_reaper]

Does it...hurt?

[She resisted the urge to reach out and try to touch it, try to get some sort of feeling from it.]

crying ZOMBIE, and action

[wankersometimes]

No.

[Wish it did, Owen thought bitterly, remembering the look on Tosh's face as he'd snapped the bone, her horror, the sound, and no feeling whatsoever. Like he was made of ice.]

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[cry_reaper]

[She took a few steps into his space, curiosity finally overriding her instinct to just walk away.]

Do you feel any pain, Sir..?

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[wankersometimes]

[He stepped back but didn't go for his gun again, watching with a scowl on his face.]

Dr. Owen Harper. And it's none of your business, is it.

crying ZOMBIE, and action

[cry_reaper]

[The doctor part was enough to make her withdraw, she wasn't overly fond of them. She took a step back and looked him up and down before swearing in exasperation.]

It's not right. None of it is! You're there, there's more every where, and...

...why can't the dead just stay fucking dead!?

crying ZOMBIE, and action

[wankersometimes]

[And he was bringing up the gun again.]

Alright, what are you? How did you know I'm dead?

crying ZOMBIE, and action

[cry_reaper]

[She took another step back when the gun was turned on her, but really, in this place what harm could it do to her?]

I'm a Reaper. I don't expect you to know what that means - no one else here seems to. But I can feel the life in people - or in your case lack thereof - and pull it out if necessary.

I don't feel you, Doctor Harper, therefore, you're dead.

crying ZOMBIE, and action

[wankersometimes]

Oh great. I ain't doing the whole 'wrestle with Death' thing again.