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[fuckton]

[For a second there's nothing, and then there's a hushed]:

Fuck.

[The woman breathes for a moment, and then she breathes again, closing her eyes and deciding to just go on and be herself, just in case. At least if she's her fucking self then Dexter's going to know if she's there, and this isn't some sort of god damn druggie touchy-feely hippie shit.

Astor's pot wasn't that good.]

My name's Lieutenant Debra Morgan from Miami Metro homicide and I'm looking for anyone who knows me, especially my errant fucking goofy brother. Dex, if you're there, bro, just get back to me. [There's more desperation in her voice than normal, and the stress in it is there for anyone to hear.] Pretty please with fucking coffee and donuts and fucking Christmas on top.

And if anyone else knows me, it'd be good to hear from you too. Let me know that I haven't entirely fucking cracked up in this place. Just ya know, mostly. [There's a little laugh that sounds almost a bit strained before Deb hangs up the device. Sometimes she knows she can talk too damn much.]

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[vigilanteup]

[ ... Well, he appreciates the gusto in her voice. ]

... You know how to make an entrance.

I don't know your brother though, sorry.

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[fuckton]

Well, I have to fucking try. [Her voice is a bit thin, but she's trying to be more natural.

If you've lost all your fucking shit then you might as well commit to it.]

Thanks for the information, I guess.

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[vigilanteup]

I can also not be useless and give you at least something:

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All the how do you do's and exactly what everyone understands is going on in one little post.

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[badwolf]

[Rose would definitely be more sympathetic were she at her proper age. But, well. Curses be damned. As it is, aside from the uncomfortable amount of 'potty talk', something is catching her interest.]

You's a police officer? I dunno anyone called Dex. But I think you're stuck here, too. We're all stuck.

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[fuckton]

Holy fu--udge.

[Deb attempted to swallow the words, releasing them being released softly as she attempted to correct them, because god damn it, what the fuck there were kids here?!

Why were there fucking kids here?! There's no need for kids to be here.

Be cool, Deb. Be fucking cool.]

Yeah, I'm a co-- police officer. I catch bad guys.

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[badwolf]

[Whoops, guess who's curse just ended? Here's a twenty-something year old Rose, Deb. Instead of the ickle thing that you'd been talking to just a few hours ago. Weird, isn't it?]

--Gonna. Sorry. About the bein' a kid thing- Somethin' the gods did. Still no Dex, but it's nice t'meet you, Debra.

[This is painstakingly embarrassing, sob.]

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[occulthymns]

Miami... Metro....

[Why does that sound familiar?]

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[fuckton]

Yeah, it's the city where I'm fucking from, and the group I worked for.

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[occulthymns]

-!!

So you're talking about Miami food guy?

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[holmes_fanatic]

Ah -- I talked to Dexter-san a few times, but he's not in the city any more, I'm afraid!

... but I'm reasonably certain that you haven't entirely um. Cracked up in this place, Lieutenant Morgan.

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[fuckton]

[That was a bit like someone punching her in the gut and she breathed slowly through her nose, trying to stop herself from doubling over or releasing the stream of profanity the likes of which people in this place hadn't fucking seen before.

Trying anyway.]

Son of a fucking whorebag shit whore. How long was he fucking here?!

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[holmes_fanatic]

Ah -- the way people disappear around here it's hard to be sure. I don't think it was more than a few days.

Are you, um. All right?

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[sworntovalor]

[Well that was...colorful. And he understood very little of that, other than she is a police officer like Kate and is looking for her brother. Well that's somewhere to start at, at least.]

What does your brother look like? I can help you search, if you like.

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[fuckton]

[And Deb's just going to stare for a long moment, and look confused before she finally manages to get out.]

Holy fucking shit, Sal. I thought you were fucking dead. I went after that bitch in your name.

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[sworntovalor]

[...this conversation makes so little sense to him. How are dogs suddenly related to death and who is Sal?]

I'm afraid you have me confused - my name is not Sal. I am Sir Lancelot.

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[whatagoodgirl]

[Well, once she convinces herself that now is not the time to lecture someone on that absolute barrage of swearing...]

You're not crazy, Lieutenant. [Said softly, in an obvious attempt to be comforting - a mature response for a girl who doesn't look much older than fourteen.] It's... weird, all of this is weird, but we've all been through the same thing. We can help you out.

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[fuckton]

[The sad thing about this is that it's Debra Morgan being relatively restrained.

For her anyway.

For a minute, Deb doesn't know what to say, but her police work taught her that sometimes people who look young can have a wisdom beyond their years. Or she's remembering Astor. So she just swallows.]

Uh. Thanks.

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[ex_outofcontrol435]

A cop, huh?

[There's an instant challenge in his voice, and such a blatant chip on his shoulder that it might as well be visible.]

No law enforcement around here to speak of, so why don't you just relax for awhile and learn to stay out of other peoples' business?

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[fuckton]

[Deb is not at all surprised, because there's people like that everywhere. So, her face just tightens a bit, and she looks at him with a definite: are you fucking kidding me right now?! expression.]

Sounds like someone is looking for people to get up in their fucking business.

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[extraordinarymuse]

Miami Metro homicide?

[ oh thank god someone else who knows something about law enforcement. Kate might not sound like it, but she could not be more relieved. ]

Uh, right. Sorry but I don't know your brother. Or anyone else from Miami, last I checked. My name's detective Kate Beckett, NYPD. I'm going to assume you just got here?

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[fuckton]

Yeah.

[Oh thank god, another fucking cop. The world is restored or some shit. At least she's going to be talking to someone who speaks the same language.

Even if she's still in the panic stage of being on the other side.]

Good to meet ya, Detective Beckett. Yeah, I just got here.

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[permutation]

[ well this one certainly is colorful. and this coming from the blue-skinned mutant ]

I'm sure you've heard it already, but your brother isn't here. The gods here like to screw with people a lot and sometimes that means bringing people here and sending them home again and again.

[ this woman's brother has been here more than once apparently, and charles, and raven herself and who knows who else... ]

I'm sure they'd come up with some stupid excuse as to why they do it, but I think they just like seeing how we react to it. Like some kind of messed up social experiment or something.

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[fuckton]

[Deb is a bit more calm now than she has been, which is a good thing, because if she had been home she would have been reaching for the bottle of anxiety meds. Too bad those didn't come along in the little fucking side trip she took.

But at this this woman seems like she's on the level.]

Considering everything I've heard today I am not one fucking little tinsy bit surprised. They all seem like real fucking assholes.

[ video ] forever and a day late, feel free to ignore ;;

[pratentious]

[ Arthur's brows are raised beyond the blonde fringe falling into his eyes; amused, but in a largely sardonic fashion. ]

I never thought I'd come across any with a tongue wicked enough to see my most bawdy men feeling faint, let alone a woman. I'm nearly impressed.

[ ... Nearly. ]

[ video ] Never!

[fuckton]

Well, give me a little fucking while. I'm sure I'll manage to come up with something bad enough to impress you.

[Deb is more than a little amused by this, and it shows.]