battling | suitedreams: Rupert

[walking on in! he had a chance to clean up last night before curfew hit, so the only visible indication of injury is the gauze patch over his left eye socket. he gives bradley a wave.]

...I know you're probably going to say you always are, but it still feels polite to ask whether you're alright or not.

Ain't the first time I've woken up to somebody dead.

[He'll pour him a glass of water, since he's here.]

Any weird dreams last night?

Sure, but that doesn't always make it better...

[he's reaching for the glass very slowly to make sure he doesn't knock it over accidentally because of his depth perception]

No, not this time. Did you have one?

Yeah.

Somethin' about a party and getting... trampled to death when everybody was tryin' to leave.

[FROWNS DEEPLY.]

...Oh, no. Are you okay? Wait - I already asked that. But that was before I knew that, so actually, I'm just going to go ahead and ask it again.

I woke up without an injury on me, so I'm doin' better than you.

[he pauses for a second before he laughs, wincing a little]

Gee, thanks.

What happened there anyway? Whisked away to a hell field trip?

Yeah... I got lucky early this time, I guess.

["""lucky"""]

Does take a while before the repeats start settin' in.

Yeah. Clem said that they didn't have any repeats back in her group, and she hadn't heard about it happening to anyone again after they died, so... Maybe we'll get lucky.

[he does not feel like they'll get lucky]

If we're already here for round two of murder, why not have a third or fourth round of gettin' fucked up?

[He is sure they're going to have a terrible time.]