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[ooc: Also for random action that either takes place in the apartment or forensics lab.]

Well, that was one hell of a month.  I guess I'm hoping this weekend's craziness is the end of that rather than a start of another intense month.  Still, it's not necessarily a bad thing to have all these people around, as strange as it is.  I might even get to see a familiar face or two.

[ooc: Almost anything goes including multiples.  But please put anything a long the lines of "I know where you hid the bodies" under a filter.]

[Voice/Action for apartment]

[Dexter sounds really, really ragged.  There's also the sound of a baby crying.]

Okay, so I realize basically everyone is to cursed to care or control the noise, but please please please if you possibly can, keep it down if you're in Building 8.  I need to get this baby to sleep, because then I can get myself to sleep and then everyone will be happier.

I made salad.

I made a lot of salad.

I'll probably never make this much rabbit food ever again, but I have a feeling it might be sounding like the best dietary choice today, so consider this a dinner invitation.

Rudy is my biological brother--we've been separated since I was very young so I didn't remember him, but obviously we figured that out.  Deb is my adoptive sister.  Yes, this means my siblings are dating, and it's awkward.

For more reasons than even this curse can make me write.

Um, sorry guys, I had to post that.

[Audio only]

--surely you appreciate how fitting this is.

[There are a few small noises and a sudden loud crash.]

What the--ugh.

Actually, I think the fit was a little loose.

[Dexter is breathing heavily and his voice is a bit drawn from pain, but he doesn't seem particularly upset.  There are some rustling, cloth-like noises.  A knock comes on the door.]

Yes?

Just seeing if you wanted help with that prisoner.

Sure, come in.

What the hell are you doing?

Leaving.  And I'm taking what's mine.

Aaagh--

[Audio ends]

[ooc: Colored italics are torturers/guards.  Dexter was strapped down to a table, about to be sliced up slowly (actually, he already has one small cut on his cheek).  He managed to get free by knocking it over, breaking his hand in the process.  (Think season 3 finale.) He still managed to take out the npc torturer with his own tools, stole his clothes, and killed a second guard, whose clothes were less bloody.  Code or no code, prison guards are now fair game.  He's out wandering the halls, looking for his siblings.]

[Voice//accompanied by the sound of barking, howling, meowing, squawking, and hissing]

Does everyone in this goddamn place own a pet?  Thank you, roommates, for making animals unnecessary in our apartment.

[ooc: A few npc animals will not live to see the dawn *sob* sometimes I forget how creepy he can be.]

[Voice]

I think I know how the rope feels in tug-of-war.

Guys, stop, I get the point.  There is no place on my body left that is at all appropriate for you to be writing on.  Really.  Seriously.  Stop. 

Please?

[ooc: Deb and Brian/Rudy modded with permission of their players.  They've both been writing "MY BROTHER" all over him, all day.]

( tl;dr serial killer musings )

[Filtered from Deb and Brian/Rudy]

I was going to do something for someone, which I thought would have also made another person happy.  But now I think if I do it and she finds out she might be...jealous.  But I just need to reassure her she's important.  Only that's harder than it sounds, at least for me.   I don't know what to do.  I'm not even sure why I'm posting this.

[/Filter]

[Filtered TO Deb and Brian/Unhackable]

So.  Are things ok?

[/Filter]

[Video]

[A small child  is searching through the bedroom, pulling over whatever he can reach, turning on the device in the process.]

Biney?  Where're you?  Biney?  Mommy?

[He is increasingly frantic and close to crying.]

I can't find you.  An' I dunno where I am.  Biney!

[ooc:  All replies assumed voice.  Dexter is very tiny and does not know how to read.]

[Voice]

You lied.

[Dexter's checklist//Off-network]

candles
duct tape √
gauze √
glass slides
heavy duty garbage bags √
photograph of Kerri Rourke (none available)  Kerri's teddy bear √
pipette √
plastic tarp √
plastic wrap -- need way more
power tools √
protective clothing √
scalpel

[Public//Voice]

[Dexter sounds more excited than usual.]

You know what I wish I had?  A boat.  I know a few people here have cars, but does anyone have a boat?

[Filtered to Brian//Unhackable]

I have most of what I need.  Our rituals shouldn't be too hard to meld...You're the doctor, you get to decide how we're subduing him.  Can you steal me a scalpel from work?

[ooc: Dexer and Brian are planning a murder for this weekend, but it's going to be pushed up to tomorrow because Dexter will be cursed and unable to help himself.  Intended victim is a male NPC murderer who killed a female NPC (Kerri)--the assumption is she didn't know anyone in the city and didn't come back to life so this never reached the police, but Dexter's been stalking the guy.  Absolutely no evidence of this is going to be left--Dexter and Brian are both really experienced at this, plus the City's forensics department is 2/3 murderers anyway. ]

Honestly, I don't really like clowns.

No palm trees.  Weird PDA.  Guess I'm back in everyone's favorite kidnapping pocket dimension.  At least I remember it this time, though everything's a little fuzzy right now.

[Private to Brian//Unhackable]

Brian.  I tried to let you go.  Please be alive.

I'm not sure you'll understand what I'm going through, but I need

There's so much stuff, I don't even know where to begin.  My playmates--they took them up out of the deep to be poked and prodded.  I had to destroy them.  And I found out--things about Harry and Mom and I can't tell Deb anything that's been happening.

I don't know whether I want to see you right away or if it's going to be really strange or if

I think I'm changing.  I don't know into what because I don't even know what I am right now. 

[Posted at 6am//Voice//Private//Unhackable]

[Dexter is out of breath.  He's up early and restless, jogging through the empty city streets.]

Sister and brother.  My little family, a strange unstable unit, have real and half lies, really all I have now.  I'm glad they're here--though I suppose if Deb went home that wouldn't be too bad since I know she'd just be waiting for me at home.  Brian...this time here is all we have.

And yet.

I'm tired of everyone else drinking my coffee and leaving the milk out and always managing to be in the bathroom at the most inconvenient time.  It would be so much easier to live with just Brian, at least he's neat, but things have to be neat his way, and I like my way.  There is nothing wrong with my way.  And I can't ask just Deb to leave.

Better living with them than anyone else, I guess.  I just really wish I had some space.

[/Private]

[Posted at 6:45am//Voice//Filtered to Deb and Rudy//Hackable]

Um, guys, could one of you get a change of clothes for me and leave them...I guess by Deb's apartment...and then stay away from that area?  I'd wait for you guys to leave, but I'd rather not be late for work.  Deb, I need to use your apartment to shower and I guess stay in until midnight.

[/Filter]

[Posted at 6:50am//Voice/Public] 

So, I'm having some troubles getting close to people, and I mean that in the most literal sense possible.  Not everyone--I can't be sure who this'll hold true for, but if I stay away from you today, it's nothing personal.  Hopefully I'll be able to come in to work.

[ooc: Dexter can't come within...oh, say, a couple hundred feet of his roommates.  He will soon realize no one else has this effect on him.  If Deb or Brian try to come near him, he'll just find himself pushed away.  It was just a single moment's frustration.  Really he loves you guys!  (Only...not, because he's a sociopath.)] 

[Private//Unhackable to Citizens//Viewable to 4th Wallers if you really want]

Dear Diary,

Deeply disturbed Dexter is having a distracting day. On top of what has been one heck of an interesting month. March saw dearest Debra a cold-blooded killer, brother Brian believing himself part of the Moser family, and myself reliving the 7th grade. A time of relative innocence--but of course I was already feeling the hunger and learning how to fake feeling everything else.  And now today's curse. The advice has been to avoid the Network, but few seem to be managing. And honestly, I'm curious. What strangeness do you have for me today, City? 

[/Private]

So, I don't really know why anyone would be interested in talking to me, but here I am. Have at it, I guess.

[ooc: 4th wall is a go, no restrictions (y halo thar duplicate), though keep in mind that this is season 1 Dexter so if you mention anything from farther on he'll be totally confused. Spoilers are fine, I'll just do a memory wipe. Non-4th wallers take note: please don't remember anything incriminating or spoilery that gets said here.]

I accidentally took a shower in green beer this morning and I can't exactly wash it off.

I don't think I'll be coming into work today, unless it's urgent.

[Private//Unhackable]

That murder mystery curse was a perfectly good opportunity. I can't believe I didn't take the opportunity. My sister has killed someone more recently than I have...if nothing else showed how weird this place is, that would be enough. It was strange, not really wanting to kill someone, even just for a day. To be rid of my own dark curse, never gone at midnight. Everyone complains about having their personalities warped and free will taken away by these curses, but perhaps we are all each one cursed to be what we are--biology, luck, childhood trauma. How much choice do even normal people have?

I'm still sticky. And I smell awful.

I'm sorry to inform you that the man known as "Dr. Horrible" has been murdered. Any citizens with knowledge of the crime are asked to please come forward.

[Police Filter]

I discovered the victim in the morgue while pursuing another investigation. There is no record of the body having been moved there, so the killer either broke into the morgue or is someone with legitimate access. The cause of death was multiple stab wounds and the body was dismembered post-mortem. Several of the pieces were tied up in brown paper. I am currently making a more thorough forensic examination of the body.

[/Filter]

[Private to Brian//Unhackable]

You shouldn't have done this. We we're supposed to do this together. You were messy.

[ooc: Rae, Alms. I hope this works for you guys.]

Been busy lately, partly due to work and mostly due to all the curses. Rudy was certainly hit hard, but for those of you who saw my sister's post, he's okay now. Or at least as okay as he was yesterday. That was a rough experience for all of us, but I guess everyone here has to put up with some terrible things. How can they do this to us? Everyone asks that and it doesn't do any good, but I guess it's human nature to search for meaning. Regardless of whether it's there or not.

( [Private//Unhackable] )

[Video Post]

[Dexter's obviously in the forest.]

Yesterday was very strange.  I hope everything is back to normal, or at least close.  I'm fairly sure Japanese pirates actually did steal my French press, but I'm more baffled than upset today.  And today I have her.

[He moves the device to show the following.  The hawk seems completely untroubled by Dexter's proximity and the fact that it is being filmed.]

( cut not ic )

I need to clear my head, so we're going hunting.