IC Contact

[once_janus]

[IC Phone/Text/Email]

"You've reached the voicemail of Elizabeth DeWitt. Leave a message if you must; I'll get back to you at my earliest convenience."
[Sarcastic? Maybe slightly]

Comments

[lethermindwander]

Part of why I've been reluctant to make close friends all this time, since dying, I suppose.

Until now, of course.

[once_janus]

I can promise you that I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself.







... Though it doesn't exactly hurt to have... friends. [almost a question. Is that what they are? Liz isn't great at putting words to this kind of thing... Booker had been her one and only friend.

Is this how things are supposed to go?]

[lethermindwander]

It's nice to finally have someone that understands.

Even if the reasons we understand each other so well are less than pleasant ones.

[This is totally how this goes.

...All the weird flirting excluded.]

[once_janus]

Yes, it is.

This is probably going to sound strange, but... you're only the second close friend I've ever had. I don't really know what I'm doing.

But I'm... I'm glad we met, truly.

[lethermindwander]

Not all that strange.

I've never really had an extensive list of friends I'd consider close. And you're the only new one in the span of a decade.

Occasionally, Hell shows a little mercy to its playthings. Leads them to people they need to meet.

[once_janus]

Well, aren't we quite the pair. I suppose... birds of a feather?

Constant torture would lead to desensitization, anyway. Any true sadist understands that.

[lethermindwander]

We certainly do shed enough feathers, between the two of us. And I thought shedding the hair on my head was bad enough.

[She laughs at that, though.]

And what, you're a true sadist?

[Since Christine hangs out with an awful lot of those, it seems.]

[once_janus]

No, but I am intimately familiar with various methods of torture.