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Who: Kieren Walker & Eddie Munson, Holland March, Cornelius Hickey.
What: Kieren finds himself a victim of Guilty Party along with Eddie Munson. Later, there's discussions, more confessions to both Holland and Hickey over Kieren's situation.
When: Over the month of October.
Where: Various, Milton.

Content Warnings: forced imprisonment; forced honesty; supernatural beings; confessional themes; threat of death; possible themes of suicide; themes of zombie-related horror; possible discussion of zombie-related cannibalism

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[friendsfordinner]

[ Hickey frowns, thinking everything over, taking in all the information and sorting it all out. Kieren is scared he'll turn into a monster. Kieren could literally turn into a monster any day now. People will know about the fact that he can turn into a monster sooner rather than later. And, in true Hickey fashion, he starts to sort all the information together into a plan, one that could make it where Kieren (and also possibly himself) could come out of this all on top. ]

Right. I know you think this is going to sound mad. But I think you should tell people about this. [ And before Kieren can protest, Hickey just bulldozes forward. ] You're still yourself right now, yeah? And like you said, everyone's gonna know soon. Get ahead of it, tell them about it now, while you still look normal, while you're still in your right mind. Tell them about your illness, that you've got a plan to manage it—and don't look so bloody scared about it when you do.

If everybody's going to know in the end, then make it so they know before it all goes to shit. Craft your story. That way, you're Kieren, that nice boy who had a condition, not Kieren the bloodthirsty monster.

[ You reconfigure. You rearrange. ]

cw: mention of murder

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[ It absolutely, 100% sounds mad, and Kieren's expression is quick to show it. It sounds like the worst idea possible. And he's protesting, albeit silently. His mouth opening and closing for a moment before everything just shifting over his face: apprehension, disbelief, outright fear.

The last just at the right moment: —and don't look so bloody scared about it when you do. Wow, cheers for that, Cornelius. ]

You know it's not that simple, right? They kill people like me, back home. Doesn't matter if there's laws or not, doesn't matter if we're medicated, or nice, or kind. They find out what you are, and it doesn't matter.

I watched Bill fucking Macy shoot my neighbour in the middle of the street because she was like me. Executed her, in front of her husband.

[ It doesn't matter who Bill Macy is, or how Kieren's voice raises with a strange kind of rage at the mere mention of him. It doesn't matter that he's dead. He did what he did, and it's a point he has to make. Maggie Burton didn't do anything wrong.

But it's no wonder why Kieren's just so fucking terrified of being found out. Of people knowing what he is. ]

Because— because when you're wrong and different, and people are scared enough — you can be a sweet old lady or the quiet art kid, and they'd still shoot you down.

[ He puts his hands into his hair, gripping for a moment and pacing a little. He hates himself, he hates all of it, hates he's in this fucking mess. And yet part of him knows Hickey's right. He can't do nothing, and there's a tiny groan of resignation. His eyes closing for a moment. Honestly, fuck this. ]

I'll— i'll have to think of something to say. [ He says finally, scoffing. ] My life's already plenty of bullshit, what's a little more?

[ Absolutely loving his life right now. ]

[friendsfordinner]

[ He lets Kieren get it all out. All his protests, all his rage, all his anger and disbelief at the situation. Yell at him. Call him stupid. He doesn't care. Because in the end, Hickey knows he's right.

When you're wrong and different, they find any excuse to judge you. To attack you. So you do what you can and hide what you can in order to survive until you have no other options and no other way to hide. And if Kieren's as dangerous as he says he is? He'll run out of options sooner rather than later.

Hickey only speaks up when he can tell Kieren's done talking. After a moment, he nods, before pointing out, ]

Anyone gives you shit about this? Anyone tries to kill you? Move in with me. Safety in numbers, after all. And I'll give them shit right back.

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[ It gives him pause, enough to make him stop from his pacing and stare with wide eyes for a long moment. His family would certainly never hesitate to protect him.

Christ, when they thought Bill Macy was coming for him they jumped right into it: Jem with the colt, his dad with a bat filled with nails, his mum with a bloody chainsaw. It's not the same, here. He doesn't expect it to be.

Which is why hearing it has him looking so stunned. Almost in disbelief. ]

... What, seriously?

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Course I'm serious, [ Hickey says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

He needs allies. He needs people on his side, people willing to go to bat for him when the rest of the men, the rest of those from Terror end up deciding that it's too dangerous for Hickey to stay around. He needs people willing to say that Cornelius Hickey isn't too bad a chap, who won't instantly look at him in a worse light when some of the less savory details drop. Who would actually look at him as him, not the expedition boogeyman people like Goodsir and Little would cook up.

Plus, Kieren himself isn't so bad. Man's sensible. Smart. Got a good head on his shoulders and, unlike some others here, is planning for the worst. ]

Seriously. As far as I can see, you're not a problem until you end up murdering someone. Until then? You're just a weird pale kid with a condition. [ There's a moment's pause before, ] Yeah they kill people like you back home. But, and I'm pointing out the obvious here, we're not in your home, are we? Hell, I didn't even know what a zombie was until ten minutes ago.

So yeah. Anybody who gives you shit about this doesn't have their priorities straight. And I'm perfectly fine convincing them to rethink their choices.

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[ .... Well, shit.

It's... touching. That he'll give Kieren the benefit of the doubt. He's not a problem until he kills someone. Considering he's already killed plenty of people, and it's something those back home aren't happy to forget. It's not even something Kieren is able to forget, either. He knows he's a problem; some huge, awful problem and now he's stuck here in this place. But he's not a problem to Cornelius.

His lips form a thin line, curling at the edges. Weird pale kid. Yeah, that's him all over. And yet he's not a problem. And maybe it should be a little scary to hear about "convincing people to rethink their choices" because Kieren hears it not so much as a threat, but a promise. It's... a bit 'ride or die', and it actually make him smile properly, his head ducking a little. ]

... Thank you. I mean that. I don't expect anyone to stick up for someone like me. [ Still doesn't, not with what he's done. But he appreciates it, more than he actually say. There's an exhale, his shoulders sinking.

And then, because he has to ask. Because this whole thing oddly feels ridiculous and he feels like he'll either laugh or cry. ]

.... Why'd you think being zombie meant I was Portuguese? [ Did he think... he was Portuguese. Did he... honestly think that. Cornelius, please. He's is so pasty, even when he was alive — so, so pasty. ]

Portuguese people look... I dunno, Portuguese? And I'm—

[ He gestures at himself. A skinny white guy. ]

[friendsfordinner]

[ Yeah. Not expecting anyone to stick up for you. Hickey gets that. Story of his life, isn't it? The least he could do is stick up for Kieren.

That being said, he's perfectly fine sassing and giving Kieren shit right back. ]

Yeah, but it sounds Portugese, doesn't it? Zombie.

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Oh? Didn't realise you were such a linguist. [ His voice is deadpan. Does zombie even sound like anything? Kieren doesn't know. He thought it was... y'know, an American thing. Comes from the movies and all that. ]

Definitely not Portuguese, for the record. Just... undead.

[friendsfordinner]

I'm a well-traveled man of the world, [ teases the man who never stepped foot off England before joining up with Her Majesty's Royal Navy. ]

And yeah, I know you're not Portugese now. But you gotta admit, it's a much more logical assumption than being undead. [ A pause before, ] At least in my time, it's a much more logical assumption. Fuck, when did this whole zombie thing get started? Am I gonna have to worry about it if I somehow go back home?

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[ Kieren raises an eyebrow. Cornelius you've been to the Arctic once. That's not all that well-traveled. He sighs and shrugs. Maybe it's more logical to think Portuguese over undead but... really? ]

I mean, the dead being brought to life as an idea was kind of invented by you guys. [ Sort of. Frankenstein. It was bits of dead people being put together and then brought to life, but it.... it's kind of the same thing. ]

They were always just in comics and movies and stuff, before. Like, over the last thirty years or so, or something. [ He is... not well versed on his fictional zombie history. ] But it being real? It's only been four years. The Rising was a one-off anyways. One time deal.

It brought back a lot of people who all died in the same year, but it's not like we're biting people and turning them into zombies. It doesn't work like that.

[friendsfordinner]

You keep forgetting I'm from the bloody 1840s. I've got no idea what a 'movie' is either.

[ just saying! ]

Still, good to know that it was a one-time deal. Again, I'm coming at this blind. I've got no idea if it's an event or a plague or a contagion or what. [ Hickey shrugs, not at all bothered by the fact that some of his questions are kind of invasive to begin with! ]

Can't blame a man for being curious.

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Right, yeah. Sorry. [ Kieren closes his eyes for a moment, gently scolding himself mentally for a minute. ] Uh, basically: moving pictures. Sort of like... watching a theatre performance in your living room?

[ Kind of? Trying to be helpful and explaining stuff, even in the midst of 'zombie secret getting out'. That's Kieren. But anyways—]

Yeah, it's... nothing like that. Just a... freak act of nature. You're not going to get sick or anything just because I'm here. I can't... turn anyone into something like me.

I'm just... here. [ He spreads his arms, palms open. ] The weirdo.

[friendsfordinner]

[ Hickey raises an eyebrow. The weirdo. Yeah, this whole zombie thing is weird. But Hickey knows how people work. He knows that Kieren might want to hear a word of wisdom, a little bit of commiseration, something to reassure him that he's not a complete weirdo, not a complete freak act of nature.

Or, at least, that there are others more weird than he is. ]

D'you know what I saw back home? There was this bear—something close to a god. Tuunbaq, they called it. It tore off the top of a man's head. You could see his brain—could even touch it if you wished. [ Hypothetically speaking, of course. Not like Hickey would poke the brain. Nnnnnnnope, not him. ] But he was still alive. Man with his insides showing the world, not talking, not moving, but still alive.

As far as I can see? A living dead boy's no weirder than what I've already seen. You're certainly more of a conversationalist than that Marine was.

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[ Kieren's face goes through... a journey. His brow furrowing in confusion, then shifting to disbelief, then concern and a strange kind of horror and almost-disgust. A fucking bear god. Jesus, that's the last thing he thinks of hearing coming out of his mouth.

A bear god that ripped a man's scalp off in the worst kind of way, and he was still alive. Absolutely brain dead, it sounds like. But alive. ... Yeah, that's gross.

But he... gets where he's coming from. He's oddly touched by it. ]

Weird way of going about giving a compliment, Cornelius. [ He admits wryly, but there's a touch of a smile at his lips. ] What the hell's up with the bear god, though? ... Tuunbaq?

[ He can barely even say it, stumbling over it a little. ]

I thought your world was like... normal.

cw: slight period appropriate racism

[friendsfordinner]

It is normal! [ he points out, a little defensively. But Hickey knows that tuunbaq is fucking weird, so he continues with an explanation. ]

The bear's just the exception. It can be controlled or worked with—there was this Eskie girl, the daughter of a shaman. I saw her talking with that thing. [ babygirl, they're called "Inuit" ] It's stronger, smarter, more durable than the average bear. And it can suck a man's soul right out of it's body.

I didn't know a god like that existed until I went up to the Arctic.

[ and he is enthralled ]