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[afterlifeshit]

So you're probably dead. A couple of your party members made it to the L4D safehouse and triggered a respawn point, yaay. Anyone that's died is up and mobile again, you're in a sunnier part of the forest just after a large glass greenhouse that has more green foliage and less evil black junk. Regroup, figure out where to go next, avoid murderfest round two.

[Mission: stick together this time and find a way out. don't get murderized by ghosts. whatever ]

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[armedarchaeologist]

Also debatable.

[beat.]

Yes.

[andtrue]

... So it was real. Debatably.

[armedarchaeologist]

Debatably.

[finally moves, turning his head to squint up at august.]

[andtrue]

Hi.

[armedarchaeologist]

...

[lays back down and closes his eyes.]

[andtrue]

I've never seen someone so miserable to be alive.

[armedarchaeologist]

Hi, I'm Daniel Jackson.

[flaps a hand like he'd be holding it out to shake for this formal introduction if he weren't so dead inside.]

But of course you knew that.

[andtrue]

I knew it was D-something.

[ no he knew. ]

August W. Booth, at your service. If you knew that.

[armedarchaeologist]

[sits up abruptly and glowers at august.]

You can stop, all right? Just stop. Your Bo impression is more convincing than your O'Neill, I'll give you that much, and this guy is a delightful original, but just—

Just stop, all right? You win. I give up. Lesson learned. I don't care.

[andtrue]

... [ pfft. sorry daniel but that was hilarious. ]

Are you so self-centered that you think this - whatever the hell this is - gives that much of a damn about screwing with your head?

[armedarchaeologist]

[stares for another second.]

[armedarchaeologist]

[lays back down.]

[andtrue]

[ stands up. time to look around, get bearings, etc. ]

Is that a glasshouse?

[armedarchaeologist]

[holds out for like. thirty seconds. new record for him.]

I dunno, you put it there, why don't you tell me?

[andtrue]

[ seriously?. ]

You got me. I built the giant glasshouse with my evil voodoo tree magic. I hire evil ghosts to keep my lawn looking so damn nice. It was all me.

[armedarchaeologist]

...

[nope, too dead inside to respond to that. good job ninurta.]

[andtrue]

[ is this his hell? stuck in perpetual limbo with the world's wettest blanket? ]

... No point staying here. See you.

[armedarchaeologist]

I'm sure.

[opens eyes, goes back to staring listlessly up at the sun.]

Just let me know when you feel like killing me again, I'll be right here.

[andtrue]

[ he's debating whether to keep the cigarettes or not. in the end he lights one more and leaves the carton back where he found it ]

[ and heads off into the forest ]

[armedarchaeologist]

[waits for a bear or a yeti or a zombie or who the fuck knows what else to come eat him.]

[foodporn]

[after checking herself over for visible wounds very confusedly as this is her first bout with returning from death. hopefully the last!!!]

[spots him laying there like a dead thing and scuttles to his side, patting his cheek harder than necessary like wake the fuck up hey hey. i mean he's not gutted or waterlogged so that's a good sign]

Daniel? Daniel??

[armedarchaeologist]

[frowns up at bo. or the vengeful goddess wearing bo's face.]

Yep, that's me. We've established that. And I did say you do a pretty convincing Bo impression, but don't you think it's maybe a little early to try the same trick again? Really?

[foodporn]

What are you talking about?

[pushes his face to the side to check for bruises and bumps]

Did you get brain damage in there?

[armedarchaeologist]

Stop that.

[shoves irritably at bo's hands. but he does sit up, so that's kind of like progress.]

What, what lesson am I supposed to take away from this, exactly? "Don't do anything?"

[foodporn]

What, from the forest? God, I don't know, I'm not good at symbolism and...philosophy questions.

[confused? wat?]

Are you okay?