001 // Don't worry now. It's all under Control.

[creepyshitking]

A. Action for Rita.

[Dexter curls into the warmth of the other person in bed briefly before FLIPPING THE FUCK OUT. Like the quilt goes flying level of what just happened.]

Rita, I'm late. Sorry--I have to go.

B. Action for all of 830 Goldberg St.

[After his minor heart attack he's scoping out the house still in his pyjamas to see if there's

Comments

a. obviously

[justasdamaged]

[Rita's eyes start to open at that. She gives out a tired groan. Did she oversleep? Is it a school day? She rubs her eyes tiredly.]

Okay. See you later.

[creepyshitking]

[He leans over to kiss her cheek before springing out of bed . . . ]

Rita. Rita, wake up.

[justasdamaged]

Hm? [Okay she's getting up for real now. She's doing a double take at what she's seeing. This definitely isn't her room.]

What is this?

[creepyshitking]

[He steps forward to try the door, it's unlocked. But he shakes his head, drawing back from it a minute and looking all around the room for a weapon of some kind.]

What's the last thing you remember?

D

[flowers_suck]

[Olivier stretches her arms as she walks down the driveway, ready to start her morning training routine. She pauses as a new face passes by, her hand going to the hilt of her sword, as she calls out to him.]

You must be new here. I'd make my first order of business getting some weapons if I were you.

[creepyshitking]

A weapon. [raises his eyebrows] I'm not really a... weapons guy.

[flowers_suck]

[She shrugs.]

You might want one here. You never know when you'll need it, or what you'll need it for. It just pays to be prepared.

[She pats the hilt of her sword for emphasis.]

[creepyshitking]

The Boyscouts had that much right. I guess it can't hurt looking into.

D.

[jaws5sonofjaws]

[Mart is getting quite used to meeting new people on the street, and he's also especially accustomed to freaking them out with his shark teeth.]

Howdy, new guy!

[creepyshitking]

[Dexter tries to relax, waving in what he hopes is a cheerful way.] Howdy, neighbor.

[jaws5sonofjaws]

[Mart walks over as friendly as he can possibly be.]

The name's MArt, and unfortunately we're stuck in this 50's era shithole.

[creepyshitking]

That much I had figured out actually. [holds out a hand] Dexter. Do you live around here?

[he's trying to ignore the teeth for now.... has he finally lost it?]

C

[notalwystrthful]

Diana Ethelbert, Mr. Morgan. And, I'm sure your talents as a blood spatter pattern analyst will be able to aid Mayfield in some way, even if DNA hasn't been discovered yet.

[creepyshitking]

A pleasure, Miss Ethelbert. But you can just call me Dexter. And I sure hope so. It's something I enjoy, my job. [The routine.]

[notalwystrthful]

Mr. Dexter, then? I tend to like formalities.

I'd see what you could do. Who knows, maybe you'd get lucky with a few things from home.

[creepyshitking]

I'll tell you what, you can call me whatever you want.

..Things from home?

[creepyshitking]

[O-oh. He rubs at his eye and tries not to stare. A hallucination...?]

[creepyshitking]

That's a good... healthy lawn you've got there. Very green.