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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]

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.