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[callada]

IMPORTANT: I need someone with medical training to meet me at the shoreline near the river. I've found what looks to be my own dead body.

Please hurry.

[Attached is a photo, lit dimly by his lantern, of what does indeed look like his recognizeable corpse floating in the water, hooked through the cheek and attached to a discarded fishing pole lying some feet away on the pebbles.

This is of course in reference to this exploration thread.]

Comments

[callada]

Same. You want to at least verify I'm not hallucinating this?

[webshoots]

Sure. Give me 20 minutes.

In the meantime, I hate that I have to ask this but: does it look like it (you?) drowned or do you think there could have been another cause of death?

[callada]

Drowned seems likely. Can't see obvious signs of injury on the upper body but it's hard to move it out of the water myself to really check.

[webshoots]

[ it takes him about as long as specified to reach the river; and a few minutes more on top of that to find rosinante, although fortunately his height and his — everything makes him pretty easy to spot, given everything.

fortunately — is this a fortunately? — it's not the weirdest situation peter's ever found himself in; there'd been the thought of clones, which had occurred to him before, when resurrections had first been mentioned; when he'd had a conversation about how all of that worked with doc ingram and succeeded in not really getting any workable answers.

there are other options: that the body wasn't rosinante at all, that it was just someone or something with a similar ability to the chameleon (and screw that guy, seriously) which (who?) just happened to meet its own unfortunate demise and not get resurrected. third option is hallucination, which—

—if he's honest, is the least appealing of all three due to the implications of how much they can trust of their own senses and experiences. and then there's—. ]

—Hey, [ is his greeting, punctuated by a quirk of a smile that's more polite than it is anything else, because god, he hates all of this so much—. his attention shifts from rosinante to the river and the body and back to rosinante again, before— ] I mean, are you sure you don't have a long lost, less attractive twin brother out there? Twice-removed cousin? Because the resemblance is uncanny. [ just, you know, a bit clammy and water bloated. ]

[callada]

[Straight to the gut. Sure, he's got a brother. Not a twin, but change up the hair and they do look uncannily similar. Said brother is the reason he's here with some new gunshot scars to add to his collection. So the thought adds a nice extra layer of discomfort to the ashen look on his face as he watches his horrible dead clone that seems to be watching him back.

He's sitting on the beach when Peter arrives, head in a cloud of cigarette smoke. He has retrieved the makeshift pole and it sits at his side, with the body dragged out of the water and lying bloated on the beach.]

If I did, it'd be a real shame to meet him here like this.

[The only relief is that Peter does, apparently, see the body. So it's really there. It's not just him.]

Twenty minutes ago, it had green eyeshadow.

[None now. Did it wash off somehow while sitting beached?]