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South Dakota, another dimension, mid-evening
Dru was rooting around going through books, and Dinah really needed to check in now. Or this place would get a lot more crowded real quick.


[for BB, and anyone else who wants Dinah to check in already!]

Dinah fake-gasped. "Hey! What other girl's underwear did he steal before?! That dog. Right, change of plan. You keep him there, and I'll buy you pizza after I show up and strangle him."

"I do like pizza..." Jaime grinned. "You going to deliver it personally?"

"I wish," Dinah said, voice turning glummer. "When I do, it won't be tonight. Stuff is getting so weird."

"Weird as in 'I need to talk to an intelligent and understanding guy' weird, or weird as in 'help, help, somebody save us' weird?" Jaime figured the first, but it never hurt to check.

"First one, although telling you about this now might save me the second," Dinah said, grimacing. "So far, werewolves, half-vampire type, and oh yeah. Dru's dad got turned into a zombie."

"Sounds like business as... wait... who got turned into a zombie?"

Dinah went outside onto the porch, keeping her voice down so Dru wouldn't overhear. "Her Dad. Some creepy vampire guy said Mr. Anderson messed with the wrong thing, and, well." She swallowed. "Dru had to shoot him."

Jaime was silent for a long time. Long enough that Dinah might suspect the connection had died.

Eventually he managed a very soft, "That sucks."

Dinah hugged herself, looking back toward the window, where she could see Dru poring over books. "Yeah," she said very softly. "There wasn't enough left of him to bury, even if there'd been time. And she's still in danger, as far as we can work out. We can't convince her to leave." She rubbed her temples. "So. Yeah. Still here."

"How's she holding up?" He figured Dinah was more worried about Dru than herself, anyway.

"Stoic, now. Mostly. She was devastated at first, now she wants to find whatever did this to her dad." Dinah winced. "Which I totally get. She's researching through her dad's stuff now. But so far are only lead evaporated."

"Anything I can do from this end?" Jaime was, honestly, a bit out of his depth doing research on the weird at a distance. He usually needed the Scarab to give him a hand, and it only did things it could see for itself.

Dinah smiled, feeling better for the offer. "I don't know-- although, if you can look up dhampirs? At the library? This one guy who showed up-- I'd like to know more of what he might be." She was quiet a minute, then said, "It's been a while since I saw anyone die violently."

"Phones are bad for hugs," Jaime said, reaching his free arm out to the side and making a squeezing motion, "but I'm giving you one right now anyway."

"And, yeah, I'll swing by the library tomorrow."

Dinah's lips quirked up in a small smile. "They really are. Wish you were here so I could feel it for real. I'm sorry I booked out so fast. I had about ten minutes, or they were going to leave without me."

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