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welcome to the trench chapter of interdimensional hostage bullshit anonymous! unfortunately no one can come to the phone right now because we’re being fucked over by the multiverse again, so leave a message after the beep. we’ll get back to you if we’re still here.

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[dohaeris]

[sansa and lady look as poised and well-dressed as ever, perched on her couch in front of her raven-tapestry backdrop.]

Hallo Richie, I hope you're well. I was only wondering if your clinic treats people for corruption, and if Knight, my blood hound, might be of use to you there. I mean to treat more than just those that will come and see me. We can come over later this evening, if you like. I do have a few other things I'd like to discuss with you.

[measuringdicks]

Yeah, it does. Can’t say I’m qualified to treat the really fucked-up cases right now, but if you’re willing to lend Knight to me then I’m definitely gonna want him around. Just mind all the animals.

[And he does mean all the animals. The thing about Eddie was that he loved them like almost nothing else, and so Richie loved them too, and so he looks after them in his place.]

Hey, Alayne, you don’t have to ask. You can just come over any time if you and Lady wanna hang with S’mores, it’s a free country. Town. Whatever.

[dohaeris]

If I want to talk to you, I'd like to know ahead of time that you're going to be there.

[sometimes manners do serve a practical purpose.]

But I'll remember that, when I come with Knight. Is there a time when he might see more of your patients, though?

[measuringdicks]

Oh! Fuck yeah, you can call any time and I'll let you know if I'm here or not. [The sound of a door cracking open, before Richie shuts it again.] Anyway, I'm gonna be in here the whole month. I'm not putting a fucking foot outside when the sun hasn't risen in weeks. Last time that happened there was blood oozing fucking everywhere, and my—my roommate got possessed by his demon car.

[There's a hum.]

Midday, maybe? Hard to tell with the sun a no-show, but usually around times like these, there's a rush hour 'round the afternoon.

[dohaeris]

Well, I can tell you now there are only treacherous butterflies, and bubble-windows to other worlds. They're quite easy to avoid, though creatures do come out of the bubbles, sometimes. I saw a dragon come out of one, once, but we managed without setting anything on fire.

I think there was more blood last month, with the blisters.

[measuringdicks]

Oh, shit, really, a dragon? Is it still around here?

[He pauses, thinking about it, then nods.] Yeah, I guess that's true. It's just...y'know, back in Deerington, whenever the sun didn't show up you could expect horror movie bullshit to fuck you in the ass with a rusty knife before it stabbed you with it.

Well. Harder than usual, anyway.

[dohaeris]

[she smiles, thinking about allen and the grey ghost.]

Yes. It accepted my friend as a rider.

[and raises her eyebrows, grinning.]

I can tell you the story of the Long Night on my world, when I see you.

[measuringdicks]

Holy fuck. Remind me to send your friend a gift basket, 'cause that's the absolute coolest shit I ever heard.

[And he's heard plenty by now.]

Oh? Sure! And in return I can tell you about, uh, this baby-sitter's really crap-ass night.

[dohaeris]

[baby sitter?]

It's very impressive. But I like direwolves better.