Video: Bellsareme

[relance]

[Julia is sitting on her bunk in her cabin, and she's got a sketch pad on her lap. The sketchpad however is far less important that the skeletal severed arm that's resting around her neck like a bone scarf. There is no way that it should still be connected, let alone moving when Julia speaks, but hey, that's what it's doing.]

Alright assholes, let's make this short and sweet. I'm Julia. Just Julia. Not Jules, Julie or any other stupid nickname that you can come up with. Just Julia. This is Handy.

[The severed arm of Stonewall Jackson waves his bony fingers in greeting.]

Look, it's really fucking dumb that we couldn't figure out who was missing last month because we had no idea who the hell is even on the ship. Let's make this really fucking easy: say who you are, where your cabin is and who your partner is. That way if someone goes wandering off or gets kidnapped or whatever, we at least know what you fucking look like if we're sending out the search party.

Comments

un: 64

[fuckregularpeople]

What the fuck is that thing? Is that a real arm?

Re: un: 64

[relance]

Yeah, it’s a real arm. The severed reanimated arm of Stonewall Jackson. The arm’s a friend. The rest of him is mulch.

[fuckregularpeople]

All right. Why?

[relance]

Why what? Why is Stonewall Jackson toast? Because he was a fucking zombie. Why is Handy a friend? Because he is.

[fuckregularpeople]

[Okay, Jane is friends with a sentient street and has ran away from man-eating killer butts before, so... she shouldn't really be judging.]

Yeah, fair enough.

[relance]

Good. I’m glad we agree.

[fuckregularpeople]

Yes sir, sure thing.

Crazy Jane, by the way. 101.

[relance]

Oh, the other rude one. Clearly we're meant to be best friends or terrible enemies.

[The words come with a smirk and it's clear that either option is acceptable to Julia.]

[fuckregularpeople]

That'd be me. [Jane smiles back, matching Julia's energy.] Or that's us. Basically there's a lot of me.

[relance]

A lot of you? Interesting. I assume that you don’t mean like...that you’re creating yourself copies or whatever.

[fuckregularpeople]

[After the lovely time that was Dualis Jane grimaces at the idea.] Fuck no.

I've got multiple personalities. So if you see someone who looks like me, it might not be.

[relance]

Huh. Okay. Do they have your memories? Would they know us?

[fuckregularpeople]

Yeah, they'll know most things I know. There's a lot of shared mental real estate, but you should think of it kind of like a body timeshare.

[Julia may be rude, but she hadn't offended Jane and she's compiling information. This is necessary info for her now, and she's gotten a little better at discussing it since rejoining up with the not-Doom Patrol and living through Dualis.]

[relance]

Slightly odd question, I know. And yeah, I know you'll have no problem telling me to fuck off about it.

[It's said with a grinning respect.]

But are they exact physical copies? Do they all look exactly like you physically? I'm trying to see if they'd smell different. That's the point of this whole damned thing, honestly.

[fuckregularpeople]

If you're asking if we all look alike, no.

If you mean "am I some creepy fetishist who goes around smelling the people in my head," also no.

[relance]

If you look different you probably smell different.

[And then she switched to private.]

I’m not asking for no reason, sweetie. I’m asking because I’m trying to assemble a thing so I can smell someone if they go missing like Jon did.