[Dash didn't mind the pimp outfit he was stuck in. But the moon shoes made it impossible to run as fast as he was used to. He had to walk to Roswell's, instead of running. It was weird, but when he arrived he used the pimp cane to knock on Roswell's door.]
[Roswell had shut the journal when their conversation had come to a close. In the time it took Dash to arrive and knock at the door, he had assembled a very small stack of scratch paper from the Post Office. Sitting next to it was his pen. At the cane's sound, he opened the door with a broad smile.]
Wow. Look at you. Taken up an interest in dress up or something? Come on in.
[An idle gesture motioned him to two uncomfortable chairs. Roswell took one up and was reminded again why he needed to get some furniture.]
Yeah, I've heard a bit about that. After that movie night, I figured this was probably just something you'd do.
[Half-joking, he tried to settle in to the chair, but found himself physically unable.]
Tell me about it. I keep meaning to get around to, but I've been busy.
[His eyes were strangely serious as the words tumbled from his lips. The air seemed to get...thicker. Before Dash could ask any questions, he quickly scrawled out a note onto the first of the scratch paper pieces.]
'I've been digging. Following Spade's clues.'
[He handed the note and the pen to him, clearly not wanting the conversation to go on aloud. Not pertaining to that subject, at any rate.]
[Dash watched Roswell, frowning a little as he did his best to relax back in the chair.]
Yeah, maybe too busy.
[He picked up the note and pen, feeling a cold sense of dread grip him. This was just like Ran. This was just like Want and Throne and Drake. People who learned too much died, and disappeared.]
[And Spade. That was Unicorn Guy, Tyki Mikk, the man from Cross's memory. The guy who went insane and tried to kill Allen. Dash flexed his fingers, not sure what to write.]
'Roz, be careful' [he underlined that twice] 'Everyone who digs dies, sooner or later. A lot of them don't come back. I mean it, it's not safe. Also that Spade guy... Don't trust him.'
[He handed the note over, looking Roswell in the face. He'd promised himself once, when almost all the people he'd considered family had disappeared into thin air, that he would say 'fuck it' to pursuing the mysteries and do his damnedest to protect his friends. He was terrified he was failing at that. Again.]
[Roswell felt no need to fill the silence with words. Not onces spoke aloud, anyway. Reading over what Dash had written him back, the warning contained within - especially about Spade - he tried to assure the man with a nod. He knew how much Dash worried, even after only knowing him a week, and he was going to do his best not to make his worried come to fruition. Taking up the pen again, he wrote on.]
'I know. And I'm not just saying that. I've accepted the risks, but this is just something I have to do. I feel it in my bones. This isn't about me getting home. I've accepted that that probably won't happen. I just want to make sure people can have actual lives here that aren't prone to being randomly taken away.'
[He took a minute to flex his fingers and loosen some of the tension.]
'I can't tell you too much, for your sake, but I'll keep you in the loop as best I can. If anything happens to me, though, you need to keep an eye on Fred. [Underlined a few times.] If I die, she's likely the next target. Watch over her
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Alright, thanks for the names. I'll see what I can get.
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Good luck dude. Be careful, things are getting... Exciting again.
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Yeah. You and I need to talk sometime. Soon.
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Open sesame, Santa's here.
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Wow. Look at you. Taken up an interest in dress up or something? Come on in.
[An idle gesture motioned him to two uncomfortable chairs. Roswell took one up and was reminded again why he needed to get some furniture.]
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[Dash walked in, nodding to Roswell, and flopped on one of the chairs. He winced and sat up a little straighter.]
Dude, you and me. Ikea island. We gotta get you something worth sitting on.
But what'd ya need me for?
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[Half-joking, he tried to settle in to the chair, but found himself physically unable.]
Tell me about it. I keep meaning to get around to, but I've been busy.
[His eyes were strangely serious as the words tumbled from his lips. The air seemed to get...thicker. Before Dash could ask any questions, he quickly scrawled out a note onto the first of the scratch paper pieces.]
'I've been digging. Following Spade's clues.'
[He handed the note and the pen to him, clearly not wanting the conversation to go on aloud. Not pertaining to that subject, at any rate.]
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[Dash watched Roswell, frowning a little as he did his best to relax back in the chair.]
Yeah, maybe too busy.
[He picked up the note and pen, feeling a cold sense of dread grip him. This was just like Ran. This was just like Want and Throne and Drake. People who learned too much died, and disappeared.]
[And Spade. That was Unicorn Guy, Tyki Mikk, the man from Cross's memory. The guy who went insane and tried to kill Allen. Dash flexed his fingers, not sure what to write.]
'Roz, be careful' [he underlined that twice] 'Everyone who digs dies, sooner or later. A lot of them don't come back. I mean it, it's not safe. Also that Spade guy... Don't trust him.'
[He handed the note over, looking Roswell in the face. He'd promised himself once, when almost all the people he'd considered family had disappeared into thin air, that he would say 'fuck it' to pursuing the mysteries and do his damnedest to protect his friends. He was terrified he was failing at that. Again.]
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'I know. And I'm not just saying that. I've accepted the risks, but this is just something I have to do. I feel it in my bones. This isn't about me getting home. I've accepted that that probably won't happen. I just want to make sure people can have actual lives here that aren't prone to being randomly taken away.'
[He took a minute to flex his fingers and loosen some of the tension.]
'I can't tell you too much, for your sake, but I'll keep you in the loop as best I can. If anything happens to me, though, you need to keep an eye on Fred. [Underlined a few times.] If I die, she's likely the next target. Watch over her ( ... )
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