pc catchall for carlos (tricycles)

[uncurtained]

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[tricycles]

Alright, let's hear it.

[uncurtained]

So... I think I might have found a loophole, but I wanted to run it by you to avoid the whole fate so bad you couldn't even say it out loud thing.

[...]

I know you said I couldn't tell anyone about the whole item thing. But - if someone else asked directly and knows about it, could I have them tell anybody that I wanted to know?

[tricycles]

[Ah.

While he looked vaguely tired a couple of seconds ago, now he looks wide awake. Even more concerning, he looks alarmed.]

You said you're just running it by me, right? You haven't actually told anyone to do that?

[uncurtained]

[She blinks at his surprise, before sighing.]

I'm guessing that's a no, then. And - no, I didn't tell anyone to do that. Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you...

[tricycles]

[It's fine? It's fine. Beck just shaved off, like. Ten years from his not-life.

He's slumping back on the hospital bed, propped up by his elbows, before letting out a big sigh of relief.]

Okay. That's good. That's... [Okay, okay, okay....... He's chilling.] Don't be sorry. You did good on running it past me before doing anything.

[uncurtained]

...Can you tell me what was so terrifying about that idea?

[Normally she would ask if he wants to, but that's usually not the issue here.]

I'm going to guess it wasn't just the whole 'demons could find out' part.

[tricycles]

It's the same as sharing information about your role freely, Beck. Even if you're not the one doing the legwork yourself.

[uncurtained]

...Okay. Figures.

[All the same...]

I'm guessing my power level or whatever is still too low to find out exactly what the penalty for that is?

[tricycles]

[He shakes his head.]

That has nothing to do with the answers I'm allowed to give you. [Hm.] I get the feeling the only way you'll find out is if you earn the penalty.

[uncurtained]

And... Based on how freaked out you were a second ago, it's definitely something I'm going to want to avoid.

[She nods.]

Okay. I'll be careful. But - is it the same thing if I tell them not to say anything to anyone, but they do anyways?

[tricycles]

If they tell someone else even though you wanted them to keep it a secret, that's on them. [... Pauses, thoughtfully.] I'd still err on the side of caution for any loophole you come up with.

[uncurtained]

[She nods.]

Yeah. I'll make sure to run it by you first, promise.

[tricycles]

Thanks, Beck.

[A little less stressed and a little more relieved now.]

Was there anything else you needed?

[uncurtained]

...I feel like I should at least do something to make up for the heart attack I gave you a second ago.

[Can dead people even have heart attacks? Who knows.]

[tricycles]

[Is he dead? 🤔

He chuckles at that, though.]

My heart's fine. [Probably.] But what did you have in mind?

[uncurtained]

[She thinks about it for a few minutes.]

Okay, so I know you can't come back with me to the ship or anything, but... Do you think I'd be able to leave and bring food back? Assuming you can, you know, eat.

[tricycles]

[There's a beat.

And then he smiles like he knows something she doesn't. Cheekily.]

Actually... Before I answer any of those questions, why don't we take a walk?

[uncurtained]

[She pauses, but nods.]

Yeah, sure thing.

[tricycles]

Cool.

[So like

he's just going to put a hand on her shoulder

and start marching her down the hallway, from the direction she came from, without any explanation.]

[uncurtained]

[Hm!!

She heads along with him without any protest, even though she's giving him a curious look. She's tempted to ask where they're going, but she doesn't want to ruin whatever mysterious vibe he has going on right now.]

[tricycles]

[Thanks for not ruining his vibe, Beck.

They'll reach the end of the hallway, and Carlos will guide her just around the corner. Beck's vision is going to go fucky in a way that's a bit too familiar to her after Tuesday, and the next thing she knows — they will both be in the Casino.

Hewwo.]

[uncurtained]

[!!!]

How did you do that? Can anyone else see you...?

[tricycles]

I'm one of your guides. Wouldn't make sense if I was stuck over there all the time, right? As long as I keep my visits short, I can meet up with you over here instead of, uh... At my "office."

[uncurtained]

How long is short, exactly?

[She tilts her head.]

We could grab a drink.

[tricycles]

[He pauses, thoughtfully.]

Not more than a handful of hours. Enough to, uh... Take of any business I might have with any of you. [Sexy business.] If I stay longer than that, the other side will pull me back.