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Dirty Laundry [video]

[Seel's at the speakeasy, a glass of something very alcohol next to him, having run out of booze at home. It's obvious he's been there for a while as the mound of ash and spent cigarette butts is piled high. There's nothing quite like having to kill your best friend to really hammer home just how much your life sucks. This time at least, Seel's spreading the wealth. Be thankful he doesn't have dirt on the rest of you.

His words aren't exactly properly enunciated after that much alcohol, but at least cloud of smoke around him was dissipating into the rest of the speakeasy.]

I hear Pell's been here a while. You all probably think of him as a nice, upstanding member of your delinquent little society you've built here. I'm here to set the record straight. Nice people don't knock up their one night stands and then try to hide and pay off their dirty little secret. Your marriage is the most disgusting affront I've ever seen and your consort is a manipulative, conniving bitch. Cause that's what happens when you knock up gold digging rock stars. You marry them and they make your life hell and glue diamonds to their nails.

And then to top it all off you invite Cal to become Tigron with you? That's right, ladies and gentlemen. Pell's King of the World. And apparently Calanthe too--because all you need to do to get promoted is to become a lunatic, and a murderer. That's exactly who I would want to be in charge of things.

Oh, and Pell? While he thought you were dead, your beloved was knocking boots with Terzian. You know, the stone hard killer who liked to eat people and collected vats of blood? Their child looks exactly like him.

The rest of you? Pell has a fetish for blondes. Anyone thinking about bleaching their hair? Don't.

Anyone have any more cigarettes?

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Nowhere near as well as Flick, but yes. And vegetables from my garden are better than canned, trust me.

[ He's making her a plate anyway. Just a small taste. ]

You okay?

[She asks it gently as she sits, watching Pell as he bustles around the kitchen.]

No, I'm furious.

[ He brings her plate over and sits adjacent to her at the table, crossing his arms. ]

I let him in. I decided to trust that he was different now, and trust that what he showed me of the future was true, and then.... he does this. Tries to ruin me with what may or may not be the truth. We're certainly not the friends he swore we were.

He can pick up his things and fend for himself from now on.

[Jo starts eating without much hesitation. She can cook, but it's nice when someone else does it for her.]

You're right to be pissed. I would be too. [Not that anything like this would happen to her, probably, considering her death and being in Heaven.

She shakes that off and picks up on that last sentence.]

Wait, you were picking up after him?

[ Pell shakes his head; he wasn't clear. ]

No, I mean he can pick up the box of his things that are outside -- I kicked him out of the house.

Oh. [Jo looks a little relieved as she takes another bite.]

I think that's a good idea. You don't know if you can trust him now.

I certainly don't want to live with someone who would speak that way about me.

..."me."

[Jo sets down her silverware and sits silently for a moment as she considers her next question.]

What did you mean about remembering being murdered?

Oh. That probably wasn't the best way for you to find out, but. I'm dead, as far as I know.

[ He's had time to come to terms with it, and his voice is calm and soft. ]

That's the last thing Cal remembers, too.

[She ducks her head for a moment, thinking that over. It isn't that unusual, right? It's the same for her, after all.]

Seel says you were doing things after that. Is resurrection common?

No, it's unheard of. Apparently I'm just that special. Chosen by our god.

[ He seems uncomfortable with this concept, but also like he believes it. ]

[That just makes her laugh, which is at odd with the sadness in her eyes.]

I'm- [She'd only told Kate this here, and Dean and Castiel had already known...]

I'm dead back home, but a god brought me back for a night couple'a years later. Then I was here. [She falls quiet, not sure what else to say. "It was because Dean felt guilty even though he shouldn't have"? "It's because gods are dicks"?]

[ Oh, Jo. :( He reaches over and takes her hand where it rests on the table. ]

I'm sorry.

[She lets him take her hand, trying to smile for him.]

I've had time, like you. It was years. [It still gets to her here, sometimes. Seeing her mother again didn't help.]

Maybe dying changed you.

...

[ Pell goes still and quiet, because this is the heart of the issue. Seel swore to him that he was still himself. But he'd never. ]

Then it isn't really me.

There's really no way to know, is there? Not until it happens. [She sighs, pulling her hand back so she can finish the food on the plate.]

I know who I am right now, and I'm not whoever he's talking about. He's just trying to ruin my relationships here.

[She nods, looking rather serious.]

That's the most important thing. He can't take that away.

No, Jo. He could take either if he really wanted.

[That makes her lean in, watching Pell curiously.]

How?

Enough posts like this and people would start to wonder about me. I'm already starting to wonder. The person he showed me seemed alright, but what else was he hiding?

I don't want to go home, if I'm going to turn into someone else.

Anyone who knows you isn't going to believe him. [She certainly doesn't. Not now, probably not even if she hears it again.]

I wish...we could all have some sort of promise.

[ He smiles a little at that, at her reassurance. ] You're a good friend, Jo.

A promise?

[She is loyal. She won't abandon her friends.]

About staying here. That we'd be provided for if we could...

I don't think it's within the gods' power to make those promises. Not with the Null breaking onto the network.

[ Which is really all the more reason to stay close to his people, and Seel's one of them, he'd make them stronger, but. No. Pell can't right now. He sighs. ]

Did you get to talk to them?

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