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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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[visetvires]

Define 'us'.

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[broughtwhiskey]

People.

[He does mean that in a very strict and narrow sense of the term, but does not really think that needs clarification unless asked.]

[visetvires]

Numbers have been fluctuating. I'm not sure who's what anymore.

[broughtwhiskey]

In my experience, it's been fairly easy to tell.

[In other words, explain.]

[visetvires]

A girl got turned.

You do know what that means. [Or are you a LOSERRRRR]

[broughtwhiskey]

It means something. But whether or not it means the same thing to you remains to be seen.

[visetvires]

Do you believe in vampires? Because they believe in you.

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[Well, if he hadn't run into Scorpius, he might be a little bit more resistant to the idea. But really, you take one look at Scorpius and things like vampires seem a lot more possible.]

There were never any vampires where I'm from.

[visetvires]

We called them something different back home. Here, they're vampires.

So. A girl got turned. Get it?

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[He gets it. But he's not wasting time confirming that directly.]

Was she put down?

[That is what's important.]

[visetvires]

Not as far as I know.

[It's a good thing she isn't speaking out loud, or she'd freeze his ears off with cold fury.]

[broughtwhiskey]

Why not?

[He'd match her cold fury with white hot ire because, to him, there's no excuse for something like that to be allowed to keep walking around. What a pair these two are already!]

[visetvires]

That shit isn't done around here.

I would've. But coma, and then house arrest. Plus no weapons, strictly speaking.

[Honestly she'd happily make a shiv out of a table leg, though.]

[broughtwhiskey]

They didn't take away your ability to improvise, did they?

[visetvires]

I tried.

[She doesn't bother making more excuses than that. She doesn't really give a shit what this guy thinks of her.]

There's a bunch of werewolves, too. And other shit, less dangerous.

[broughtwhiskey]

Animals like that are trusted?

[visetvires]

One of them's my warden.

Welcome to the Barge.

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[Of course, she cannot see it, but he is smiling. It is all teeth. A scathing smile full of bitterness, but what else can you do when faced with a situation like this? He can't very well outright reject this reality that he is once again surrounded by incompetence. He won't accept responsibility for it though. Not now. Not ever.]

[He won't.]

What's your name?

[visetvires]

Dr. Clementine Chasseur.

[Among equals, she's almost prim about her title. Not that it matters here; it's just he deserves to know.]

[broughtwhiskey]

Philip Blake.

[visetvires]

I'm glad you're here.

[broughtwhiskey]

Can't say I feel the same, but I appreciate the sentiment.

[Not that he has anywhere better to be and there are probably worse places to spend his afterlife. Maybe.]

[visetvires]

Not glad for you. Glad for me. Everybody here is crazy.

[She said, ironically.]

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[One could make the argument that if you believe everyone around is crazy, they are likely not the crazy ones. Philip certainly does to himself about her and certainly not about himself. But generally speaking, it is safer to not challenge crazy on their sanity. Particularly if they are like Clementine and have distinct moments of clarity where others are blind to the reality of the situation.]

[And besides, crazy can be useful. Crazy can be pointed in the correct direction and be highly effective when the time comes.]

[Not that he's planning for there to be a time exactly, but it never hurts to be prepared.]

So I've gathered in my short time being here.

[visetvires]

Do you have a plan?