[psl] 2015: Crawl 'til dawn, on our hands and knees

[firewatcher]

The end of the first night of the rest of her terrible garbage life saw Palmer in a situation she never imagined possible: in the first all-night diner she could find, sitting across the table from Vera Volkov, back from the dead.

Or—Liv Lazzari, now, wasn't it.

That was going to take some getting used to. That, and the fact that despite the drastic changes to her appearance, Vera—Liv—still didn't look a day older than when Palmer had seen her last, over twenty years ago. Not worth the price of admission, in Palmer's mind, but it felt a little unfair. Palmers tended to start showing age early, and she herself was no exception.

Palmer leaned on the slightly sticky table with one elbow, absentmindedly stirring her coffee with the other hand and biting back a yawn. "Is every night in hell this eventful?"

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[wolfatyourdoor]

She met Palmer's gaze evenly, eyes slightly narrowed, daring her to pick a fight. (Sure, Maria, give the woman who survived her family's massacre a hard time. It's a real good look.)

"What, the king's—" (she provided air quotes) "—brother's spawn? The whole lineage is revolting, except maybe Mercy, who's instead got the mistaken impression that acting like a mouse makes them any less a monster than the rest. What about him? Did he try to impress you with the leech take on witch shit?"

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[firewatcher]

"Nah, never actually had the misfortune of meeting the guy," Palmer said. "I think the rest of them I've at least seen; color me unimpressed, though you could probably guess that. My official position on Mercy Cole is that anyone trying that hard to appear that harmless and above-board is seriously overcompensating for something terrible. But—I digress."

She gestured with her coffee cup. "Anyway, one hears things. And what I'm hearing—" She switched into Russian: "Is that Augustus Cole has a long trail of bodies behind him."

[wolfatyourdoor]

Vera's brows lifted skeptically.

"Don't they all? There's a reason we always said they were the ones that mattered most to kill."

She paused, then recrossed her legs and leaned in on an elbow, but kept her focus out the window at the sunrise, deliberately casual. The volume of her voice dropped very slightly. "So what makes him special--how many bodies does it take to shock even you? ...And what kind of source do you have on this? Not your... family... or they'd have told us by now." At this last, she glanced back over her shoulder at Palmer. Little need to guess who she meant by "us."

[firewatcher]

"It's a lot, and let's just say he's lucky I got this tip instead of some other officer. A bunch of disemboweled bodies stashed together behind some very elaborate traps stretches the idea of normal, even in this city. And my source prefers to remain anonymous." Look, nothing personal. Standard procedure. "Anyway, he's a real problem, considering he keeps generating missing persons reports, but I don't figure there's much of an avenue for recourse 'round here, is there."

It wasn't really a question--Palmer was well aware that what passed for justice in vampire circles wasn't her own kind of law. She raised an eyebrow. "You've been around this block before. Don't know if you've got any ideas on how to handle the situation."

[wolfatyourdoor]

Her brows lifted further, this time suitably impressed.

"Shit. That one I didn't know. Fucking disgusting, the lot of them."

Vera dragged her fingers through her hair and frowned, chewing on her lower lip. "Don't know why I didn't know; seems like the sort of thing Kitty would keep track of..." She was speaking more to herself than Palmer, now. Her coffee was barely touched, but now she brought a flask out from inside her coat, unceremoniously poured in part of its contents, and took a deep drink. "Unless...she does know, and she just thinks it doesn't matter as long as he's been covering his fucking trail? I swear—"

With a rough shake of her head, she cut that sentence off midway, then looked back at Palmer. "Kitty's the one with resources, not me. Not usually. I can find out if she knows; if somehow she actually doesn't, and I can convince her it's a threat to their fancy code of secrecy, then...maybe. Or she could just decide that he's too close to her favorite Cole. And it would help if you weren't going to be coy about how you're getting this shit. You've got way too much reason to want the lot of them properly dead or else at each other's throats for me to try to get you their help with just 'Palmer told me.'"

[firewatcher]

Palmer took all this in—particularly the line about Kitty Hawk's "favorite Cole"—and frowned, looking thoughtful. "I don't want my source to get any kind of heat for this. They told me But—well, you're right, I do have a lot of reason to want to cause trouble. There are probably people who can confirm this independently. I..."

She suddenly looked uncomfortable. "You know I've never believed in ghosts..."

[wolfatyourdoor]

Unusual to see Maria of all people looking uneasy about the supernatural; Vera's frown went thoughtful. And then she passed her the flask, sliding it towards her across the table.

"Yeah, I remember. Kind of funny to me where you drew that line—Bigfoot is still bs, by the way—but go on." Was she already hanging with sin-eaters or something? Christ, it had been less than twenty-four hours; she certainly worked fast if that was the case.

[firewatcher]

Palmer stared at the flask for one long moment, and then took it, pouring a not-insignificant amount into her own coffee, looking grateful.

"Yeah, yeah, but I like the idea of Bigfoot—and anyway, a big furry guy in the mountains is a lot less far-fetched than the lingering presence of the restless dead. Sorta figured that I have enough dead people pissed at me that I'd know if ghosts were real."

She looked down at her coffee, and took a long drink. Much better. "I thought, anyway. I think. Jury's still out. Anyway, the source is, well, ghosts. Or something like ghosts. He's, uh, apparently left some unhappy ones behind. I'd be more skeptical, but when they lead you to concrete evidence..."

[wolfatyourdoor]

"Dead people like me?"

She took another long drink from her mug, nonchalant—at least outwardly—but studying Palmer's face for a reaction. The flask she took back and replaced inside her jacket, before their waitress could get see it and potentially get all judgmental.

[firewatcher]

Palmer's mouth twisted—maybe hiding the instinct to wince visibly. "Hadn't been counting you with the ones that'd want to haunt me, but maybe that was a mistake," she said, folding her arms across her chest. "Since you're not dead and somehow you're managing to haunt me anyway."

[wolfatyourdoor]

"Thanks," she said drily. "It's a talent. And shit, Maria --sorry, Palmer-- we watched enough horror movies as kids--ghosts always hate the living for having what they can't, right?"

She let out a short, sharp laugh, though it wasn't particularly funny.

[firewatcher]

"So they do, I guess," said Palmer, flatly, not laughing at all. It really wasn't funny. "That, or they're just waiting for someone to come along who can do justice for them. Though it's always unclear for the first half. Gotta keep up the suspense."

She drummed her fingers on the table, staring intently down at her coffee. "I—you know—" She shook her head. "Never mind."

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[wolfatyourdoor]

Vera smirked. "What, are you offering to rescue me, Lieutenant? Your princess is in another fucking castle."

A pause, and she snorted and leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms. "--Or your prince is."

[firewatcher]

Definitely never mind what she'd been about to say. "Not with that attitude," she said, scowling. "Christ, Vera, what the fuck am I supposed to say? What do you want? Would you be any less fucking annoying about this if he had been a woman?"

She drank the rest of her coffee in one swig, a little like a shot, and set the empty mug back down on the table with a heavy clunk.

[wolfatyourdoor]

She threw up her hands, then dropped them heavily against the table. "Yeah, you know, I'm pretty sure I would be. Everyone—" Vera paused, looked away, then began again, her voice lowered but no less hard. "I was so sure I was gonna die of fucking AIDS if the leeches didn't get me first, and then I had to go and fuck up and get outed, and my parents—"

But she cut herself off again, and looked back at Palmer. Her expression was nothing short of hateful. "I kept your secret, Masha. Guess I shouldn't have bothered; I was just some phase you had to get over."

With that she went back to her former pose—arms crossed and turned away.

"—Fuck, I need a cig."

[firewatcher]

"Didn't matter anyway," Palmer said, her voice low enough to sound a little like a growl. "Your relatives from out of town came in and made enough solid accusations that Mom and Dad put Andy in charge. Died before I could change their minds. I'm sure they would have loved to think of my wedding as proof that they'd been wrong, too, if they'd lived that long."

She leaned on the table with both elbows. "Vera. Vera, look at me."

[wolfatyourdoor]

The sky outside the window was beginning to look properly bright, oranges lightening to the same yellows as the Vegas city lights. Vera's eyes shifted sideways towards Palmer, still narrowed—hostile. But considering. It was true—the rest of her family had fucked that up plenty all on their own.

Finally, she shifted her weight and leaned against the table as well, head resting heavily on one hand.

"What, Palmer."

[firewatcher]

She studied Vera's face for a moment—beneath the hair and the scars, there was every familiar curve and angle that Maria remembered. Her heartbeat sped up; a feeling long-buried trying desperately to sprout again.

Palmer took in one long, ragged breath, and then leaned across the table to kiss her.

[wolfatyourdoor]

Vera froze in place beneath Maria's lips, eyes wide—this she hadn't expected. But already her mouth was parting. And then her left hand went to the collar of Maria's jacket, roughly pulling her in close with a small noise of frustration.

She never did have a whole lot of self-control in love. (If the waitstaff at the diner weren't going to remember them before, well, they'd sure as hell had made enough of a scene, now.) And for a long moment she indulged herself.

[firewatcher]

She'd made so many stupid, stupid choices in the last 24 hours and this might be the worst of them, but when Vera pulled her closer all inklings of regret vanished. Palmer brushed her right hand up through Vera's hair to cradle the side of her head.

It had been how long, since—well, best not to think about how long since anything. But, dear God, had she missed this. She sighed, a low, pleased humming noise muffled by Vera's mouth pressed to hers. Oh, she was so going to Hell.

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[wolfatyourdoor]

Maria's heartbeat thudded in her ears, so close it could almost drown out the rest of this—the sticky table, the faint uneasy hum of the diner's fluorescent lights, every paranoid thought. Vera leaned into Maria's hand, and dug her nails hard into her shoulder—and deepened the kiss.

Then, abruptly, she paused; stiffened. A moment later she bit Maria's lip sharply, hard enough to hurt, and shoved her away with both arms.

"—Get the fuck away from me." Russian, again. She'd clearly meant to sound angry; the venom came out half-confused.

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[firewatcher]

Palmer let Vera push her away; honestly, she probably deserved that. Expected it, even. Still, though, she folded her arms tightly across her chest again and looked Vera in the eye. “Still think it was a phase?”

[wolfatyourdoor]

Vera mirrored the pose, glaring. (Still, she studied the rate of Palmer's heartbeat.)

"...Fine. It's not like it changes anything, but you can keep your--" she waved a hand, "--lesbian cred, or whatever you want to call it." Her cheeks were flushed.

Now it was her turn to down the rest of her coffee with a swig. She shoved her mug to the side of the table, but none of the waitresses looked particularly eager to approach them with a refill.

[firewatcher]

"It was never about the—oh, whatever. Think whatever you want, I guess." She shook her head, letting a breath out slowly, trying to slow her heart rate. It wasn't working as fast as she'd like. There was a coppery taste on the inside of her lip where Vera bit her, reminding her that the whole thing had been real.

"God, what were we even talking about? It was important, it had to be." She frowned upon remembering. "Oh, right. Ghosts. Ghosts."

[wolfatyourdoor]

Vera looked torn between holding her own scowl and smirking at some apparent private joke.

"...Yeah. Ghosts." She gave her head a rough shake, as if to clear it. "Anyway, these...ghosts of yours..." With a sigh, she dragged a hand through her hair again, then dug around in the bags she kept on her belt for a notebook and pen.

"Unless you're suddenly some kind of medium, which I doubt, it's not like there's a large group of so-called people you could've gotten this intel from. I'm impressed you got whichever one of them it was to open up to you—real skittish lot, from the little I can tell." Her breathing was still a bit ragged.