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Are you implying I'm not classy?

[Says the guy with damp, messy hair, a rip in his shirt, and dirty jeans. He seems to realise this and smooths his hair back again self consciously.]

Maybe not right now, but usually.

Well, as long as you realize you've looked better.

[She downs another shot of the smoking liquid making another face as she does, this time combined with a full body shudder. ]

Normally I wouldn't keep it to myself, but I've got a funny feeling you wouldn't do so great with it. And neither would anyone else here.

[She pauses and gives an amused sounding snort. ]

Also promised the Admin I'd try prevent people from killing themselves by drinking it.

Thanks.

[He awkwardly tries to dust off his jeans. He'd ask if he could wash his clothes, but he doesn't have anything to wear in the meantime.]

I still think I'd rather see you drink something that didn't corrode the table, but if it really isn't hurting you...

I honestly ain't ever seen it do that. Had no clue it would.

[But also, she doesn't seem entirely surprised that it did. It'd never happened back in Glenvale, back at the campfire, but she can only assume that that's because it'd been part of the Entity's own realm.]

[Connor just sort of pushes his drink away from himself a little, since he isn't going to do anything else with it, and folds his arms on the table.]

So your world had drinks like that?

Absolutely not. This, [She says, giving the liquid in the shot glass a swirl, causing it to smoke more angrily.] would absolutely kill someone.

[She's pretty sure it's just the Entity's effects on her body after such a long time in the fog that allows her to drink it. ]

It's like I told the Admin. I'm pretty sure drinkin' straight battery acid would be a safer option.

Then why did you ask for it? Why isn't it affecting you?

[Connor doesn't understand. She should be dead by now, but she's fine. Which isn't a bad thing, but it sure is baffling.]

Because I missed the taste. [As awful as it was, it was a familiarity, and one that keeps her grounded.]

An' there's a reason for that, but it ain't a good story, and quite frankly it's too late at night to tell it.

[NOT THAT SHE SLEEPS. HAHA.]

[Still not gonna tell him... he's desperately curious but he knows better than to force a confession out of her. He does look rather glum at her words, though. He supposes she doesn't trust him enough yet.

It's understandable really. They've known each other a short while. But to Connor it's a little different. He made friends with Hank in a week, and he was accepted by his fellow deviants immediately. Now, he has the idea in his head that friendship can come within a few meetings, and he's been on a date with her by now.]

I see. Will you tell me another time?

[His question makes her heart hurt, enough that she has to swallow the rest of the foul liquid in the glass to ground herself.]

I don't wanna upset you. I can tell you care a lot.

I want to know you better, though.

[He frowns, eyes lowering to the abandoned whiskey.]

I do care. And that's why I want you to trust me.

Oh, sugar. I do trust you. [She says with a shake of her head and a sigh as she rubs the back of her neck.]

It ain't about that. It's just not a good situation to talk about, is all.

I just... I just want to know you better.

[He repeats it, but holds back on pressing too hard.]

I just think that if we're going to be friends, we have to talk about ourselves. It isn't always going to be good.

[It's not that she doesn't agree with him, but it's such a situation. Three people know about it here, one because it might help them all in the future, one because she'd promised to if she found anything out, and the last because she met her there. In the fog.]

Alright. If that's what you want... Just.. promise me there won't be any pity, alright? I ain't got any use for it now.

[That sounds ominous, but Connor nods. He doesn't know if he'll pity her or not until he hears what she's been through, but he'll try not to show it if he does.]

I promise.

[He looks up at her, eyes wide and earnest. He's all ears.]

[Hm. She drums her fingers on the table, still hesitating on whether or not she should share this information. She wants to be open, but she also wants to keep positive. She wants to be a light to others, to help them through any darkness.]

I was actually taken from my world by a creature. Sort of like how I ended up here, but not anywhere near as nice. This place.. Time didn't have any meaning there. People like me were brought in from all over. Different places in time, different worlds similar to mine, but where events had happened differently.

[Her leg bounces, and she thumbs the rim of her shot glass, disturbing the collecting haze.]

Didn't matter what we'd been doing, where we were from. We were all taken for one purpose and one purpose only: To feed the Entity. A great beast like nothin' you've ever seen, and somethin' we've only ever seen parts of.

It put us in trials. Four people like me in a trial against one.. Killer. Before you ask, no, it ain't like we could fight back. The Entity changed them as it had us. Most we could do was blind 'em with a flashlight we'd managed to find, or drop a pallet on their head as we ran the other way.

[Here, she sighs, shaking her head.]

We had to start five generators in the trials. Open up the exit gates, an' make it through. If we did, we lived. If we didn't we died. Normally through the brutes shoving us up onto meat hooks, where the Entity grabbed us from, pierced us clean through. Not that it was ever kind enough to kill us instantly, no. It's a creature that delights in sufferin'. It'd wait before it struck. Give the others a chance to rescue someone on it, though it's patience had a limit before it'd strike. Before it'd be done with the game entirely an' kill with it's claws. You could fight back, of course, but the longer you fight it tryin' to impale you, the harder it gets.

[Her free hand moves this time, rubbing the lighter circle opposite her tattoo, where she'd been hooked through more times than she could count. The pain is still fresh in her mind.]

An' then... Sometimes, the Entity let the killers themselves do us in. An' I'm sure you're thinking, how could there be anyone left through all that? Well, the Entity never left us dead. Not for long. It'd bring us back to the campfire, any evidence of what we'd been through gone. No scars, no nothin'. But if we get sacrificed... The Entity takes a piece of us, in a way that's more painful than anything that's physically happened to me. It ate part of our soul each time, seasoned by our suffering.

[He honestly isn't sure what to say to that at first. And there's pity there, but mostly he's... curious. He hates himself for it, because his first thoughts should be how awful that all is. Instead, he's filled with questions.]

This "Entity"... it ate souls?

[He would normally have dismissed this story as madness, but he knows now that other worlds exist. Her story is perfectly valid now.]

So yours is... not all there?

[He doesn't really know what that would mean for someone. He doesn't even know if he himself has a soul. But it seems to matter to Kate.]

That's right. To both your questions. Got a note when I arrived, was told they could fix it. [But she shakes her head.] Told 'em no. That sort of thing isn't somethin' you mess around with.

What is the downside of not having a complete soul?

[Are there things people with incomplete souls can't do? And how could Admin and the others fix something like that?]

And- wait, that drink is from that world?

[He nods to the bottle.]

Nothing good. Not sure all the consequences yet, quite frankly. Always just thought that one day there wouldn't be anything left to take.

And yeah, a specific realm called the Grave of Glenvale. Old West themed, an' the killer specific to it was one we called the Deathslinger. Nasty one, him. Had a harpoon gun of sorts. Unfortunately a great shot too. Sometimes we'd sneak in there between our trials to loot his goods. The alcohol, mostly, but the Entity creates everything, and this is it's crude imitation.

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And what would happen to you once there was nothing left?

[Would the Entity throw her away? Kill her for good?]

...You really shouldn't drink that.

[He sighs, but doesn't make to go for the bottle. It's up to her.]

There's a place- heard of it through Baker's notes. He calls it The Void, where we survivors get sent too once the Entity has either had its fill of us, or we've got nothin' left to give. Our current batch... We ain't been the first in its realm. Probably won't be the last either.

[And it's... a grizzly, desolate end if they stay. She's sure of it, but doesn't think about it. Instead, she's sure now more than ever, that they'll make it out. It'll just... take time. That's all.]

We can last, though. You only run out of time if you run outta hope in that place.

[His comment about her bottle goes ignored, and this time, she takes a straight swig right from it, if only to prove a point.]

[Connor can honestly say he might have been more annoyed if not for his own present situation weighing him down. If she wants to drink, fine.]

I'm glad you were brought here instead.

[This place isn't perfect, but Kate seems to be doing better here even if Connor isn't.]

So aim I, though I wish it'd been the others first. Those who were there longest... [She worries about them. About Dwight, who was really never cut out for a leadership role but does his best, about Meg, who does her best to keep killers busy to get them out. Of Jake and Claudette, who work to support them through giving them extra time when caught, or tending to the wounded.

And everyone else, who does more than their fair share to keep their crew alive, however successful the outcome in the end.

Kate shakes her head, and take another gulp.

She's drinking a lot while reminiscing. It's a bad sign, the warmth in her chest, and she's no fool to not notice it.]

[Connor just absently pushes his hair back- though it fails to neaten it up any. It's still too damp.]

Maybe you wish it were them, but... I'm glad it was you.

[He mumbles it, looking down at the table.]

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