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[broughtwhiskey]

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[Disoriented is a word for what Philip feels upon waking on the Barge. There's a dull throb of pain in his chest and his head, things he know he should be dead from, and his shirt is still slick with blood. He also recognizes the room he wakes up in with everything where it should be, but he knows it should burned out. The view outside the windows, however, aren't looking out into the streets of Woodbury, but an infinite void. He isn't sure if this is what death is supposed to be like, but he has a feeling it's not because it feels very much alive.]

[He's willing to stay as long as it takes to change and clean the blood off his face, but no longer than that. He doesn't feel particularly keen on lingering in a room with this many reminders right now. Already he's trying hard to not think of what just happened, the large amount of nothing he just left behind once more. He looks for any of his weapons before leaving to find them gone. So perhaps not everything is in its place. But no matter. He can improvise if the situation calls for it.]

[Stepping outside into the hall, he still doesn't know what to make of any of this. but if there's one thing he knows, it's that he needs to get his bearings and so he sets off to learn the layout of wherever the hell he's ended up.]

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[Later, after he's had the chance to explore and numerous explanations and perspectives on what this place is, he only has one question:]

How many of you are here?

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[voluntaryapnea]

About a hundred, give or take on any given day.

[broughtwhiskey]

People come and go often?

[voluntaryapnea]

Not every day, but maybe once a week or so. You new?

[broughtwhiskey]

Yes. [He almost leaves it at that because it should be fairly apparent.] I just arrived today.

[voluntaryapnea]

Welcome aboard. I'm Stiles.

[broughtwhiskey]

[Nothing about this thus far has felt all that welcoming. Not for a lack of trying on the part of some of the members around here, but this isn't what Philip had imagined death to be like nor is he interested in any notion of redemption or atonement. But it would seem he's stuck here, at least for the time being.]

[He doesn't thank him for the welcome or add any pleasantries to his response.]

Philip.

[voluntaryapnea]

Hey, Phillip.

[He's still sitting outside of Allison's door so he doesn't mind carrying on a text conversation. He's got nothing but time right now.]

Has anyone given you the basics on this place yet?

[broughtwhiskey]

I think I have a grasp on the basics.

[He's assuming based upon Stiles' desire to pass along the information, he's more than likely a warden. Inmates thus far aren't as inclined to outline everything.]

[voluntaryapnea]

[He's not wrong.]

Okay. Let me know if you have any questions or anything.

[broughtwhiskey]

I'll be sure to do that. I appreciate it.

[Or maybe he won't. We just don't know. It'll likely depend on his mood.]

Folks around here seem eager to help.

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[voluntaryapnea]

No problem.

[He pauses for a moment, biting his lip. He can't just let the new guy wander around without a head's up.]

Some of us more so than others. But if you come across Jerry, be careful. He's a vampire. Not a nice one.

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[broughtwhiskey]

[He's heard about Jerry from a handful of people by now. But he'll play dumb about it.]

He hurt people?

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[voluntaryapnea]

Yeah. A few times.

[broughtwhiskey]

What's been done about it?

[voluntaryapnea]

He's been to Zero a bunch of times, which obviously hasn't done much. [He pauses before continuing to text.] Fire slowed him down for about a week. Don't invite him into your cabin, though. Once he's invited he can get it any time. And uh, mountain ash and holy water will both help keep him back briefly. But I stress the word briefly here.

[broughtwhiskey]

But he's still allowed to walk around freely?

[voluntaryapnea]

We're only allowed to stick him in Zero for a week at a time.

[broughtwhiskey]

I would think an exception could be made.

[voluntaryapnea]

If only.

[broughtwhiskey]

I take it putting him down is off the table as well then.

[voluntaryapnea]

The dead don't really stay dead. The deathtoll just brings them back.

[broughtwhiskey]

[So in absence of any permanent solutions, people essentially do nothing. Is it spinelessness or incompetency? It's hard to tell, but time will certainly prove it to be one or the other. Or, even worse, a combination of the two.]

I must say, I'm surprised.

[voluntaryapnea]

That people don't stay dead here?

[broughtwhiskey]

That someone like that is still allowed to walk free.