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Hey. It's Ruby. From the bar? I'm guessing the EZWave's been broadcasting your memories too, from what I've just heard.

This Mr Pink guy sounds like a jerk.

[So that backfired a little bit.]

Hey. Yeah, I heard it. How the fuck's it doing that? [Because as soon as he heard Joe's voice he listened hard and careful. No doubt in Vic's mind that that was what he thought it was.

Ruby's comment on Pink gets him to huff a laugh though.]

He's a weasel. [Still a weasel, he figures.]

I wish I knew. I don't think I want it to carry on much longer, though. Last thing I need is it dragging up some of my past.

Yeah, he sounds like he just needs to man up already.

This shit happen a lot? [At this point he can't even question the logic of the weird shit that happens here so he doesn't bother.] Hearing things from home.

Something like that, yeah. He got used to it.

First time as far as I know. But then, until a few months ago we didn't have people randomly teleporting into the city, either.

I mean, I can't blame him. I'd have wanted Mr. Purple, too. But the guy needs to learn to shut the fuck up.

So weird got weirder for Rapture. [He shakes his head.] For a second I thought maybe Joe actually showed up here. I figured he'd like a place like this.

[The Cabots were good people. Joe, Eddie. Yeah, he missed them.

He laughs at the comment.]

Holy shit. If it wasn't for Joe, Ruby, Mr. Pink should have had you around to smack him in place.

It happens occasionally. I know a couple of people who've had folks from back home show up here, I think it's really helped them cope with being stuck here. But you really think he'd like this place?

[She laughs, too.]

Well, if he shows up here, I'll be sure to put him in his proper place.

He would. He's one of those old-timer types.

[And in just as much of a shady business as Blonde was. Joe was his boss. He'd really love it down here. Blonde figured it wouldn't have been hard for Ruby to figure out he was a shady guy. Not from their conversation in the bar and Joe's words over the radio. If she could put two and two together, there wasn't any point in him bullshitting and sweating over it. Some things stayed secret, some got a half-assed explanation if he didn't care enough.]

And if I want anyone to show up, Mr. Pink's near the bottom of the list.

So people from the same place'll actually show up here?

[It wasn't too hard for her to figure that out, and there was a time when it would have troubled her greatly, with how rigidly she revered the rules of this city. Nowadays she's still not all that approving of things like theft - she believes in the doctrine of Rapture, that people are entitled to the products of their own hard work without having to worry about anything like that - but she's also not the type to ask too many questions, or judge a person based on what they've done in the past. More importantly, she's not about to let that stand between the fact that she enjoys his company.]

Yeah, it happens from time to time. I have a friend, Sam, whose entire family's shown up here at one time or another. And, uh, there's been a couple of instances of different versions of the same person showing up.

What, like a clone?

A what? [Yeah, 1950s girl has no idea what that even is.] I don't know, it's just something that happens.

Clones. They're like copies of people. It's not real where I come from but they show up in stories a lot.

It could be something like that - I wouldn't put it past the scientists here - or they probably got zapped in from a different point in time or something like that.

I wouldn't either if they didn't give up on the teleportation shit.

Hiya, chummy. How's the ghost dame? You get to third base yet with her yet?

Not yet. I haven't seen her since the tavern. Think you scared her off.

Or maybe I've been shagging her behind your back and this is all a ruse to divert your attention from that.

Then you have worse masturbation fantasies than I do.

[they're both ghost fuckers]

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I think you just can't cope with the fact the ghostly girlies prefer me to you.

Not to worry, chummy, I'm a plenty generous fellow. I'll give you some advice, yeah?

Try growing a beard. Trust me, the ladies'll come flocking to you.

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Shit. Is it that hard for you to get a girl with a pulse?

Maybe I just like them better without one.

Definitely makes for less complaining.

Point

[She sounds a little shaken up.]

Would you be able to assist me with something?

[...?]

Something happen?

Ah. Sort of. Namely, I nearly had my head ripped off by a splicer just now.

[It...wasn't pretty.]

And I would like to prevent that from happening.

[A beat.]

Okay.

[Don't worry, he gets it.]

So what do you want me to do?

[A deep, world-weary sigh.]

As much as I hate to ask, I need someone to show me exactly how to kill one of those fuckers.

You just wanna learn how to kill THEM? Most times, you can kill 'em like you kill anyone else. Minus the fuckin' superpowers. Sounds like, in a nutshell, you just wanna learn how to kill.

[There is a long fucking pause up in here. Like, a good five-six seconds during which the only sign that she hasn't hung up is her breathing.]

Fine, then. They are merely...a bit more intimidating than people. The one I ran into was particularly large.

[Best if she plays the innocent, for now. She's shot a man, but it was all instinct. Her hands had shaken. She doesn't want that.]

[Blonde patiently waits. He also picks up on slight BS. She shot a man before. He knows that much.]

How big?

[also pause]

Okay. You wanna learn how to kill them right, I'll show you.

Hmm. Taller than you, and—what's the word—hulking.

[She's sort of relieved. He's difficult to gauge sometimes.]

Perfect. Merci.

[A pause, then he laughs.]

I haven't met one THAT big yet. And sure. Meet me in Little Eden Plaza tomorrow night and I'll come up with somethin'.

[Dryly:] Everything is bigger when you're my height.

What time?

You are pretty short from my view.

[Blonde thinks.] Ten. The later it gets the more there are.

Shut up.

I will be there at ten, then.

[And then she hangs up because phone calls are awkward and how do you goodbye]

[He doesn't remark at her telling him to shut up, but there's an smirk to his voice that's about as subtle as a gunshot.]

See you tomorrow.

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