I pushed my soul in a deep dark hole

[mantlepieces]

WHO: REGGIE MANTLE and YOU!
WHERE: Heropa, Nonah, Maurtia Falls... or anywhere!
WHEN: May 25th - 31st.
WHAT: After a year and a half, Reggie finally made his first trip home... and back again. Needless to say, a lot has changed.
WARNINGS: References to canon-typical death/violence/suicide ideation/zombies, possible mentions of underage drug use, drinking, self-harm, and/or sexual implications. Spoilers for Afterlife With Archie #9.

INTRODUCTION
┍ [ He has to be sedated when he first arrives; Reggie is manic and hysterical, yelling nonsense -- calling out for someone named Sabrina, asking where she went, if she'd heard him, that he'll do it -- grasping at the air and pulling his hair out, his mind refusing yet to make any of the connections required to remind him where he was. While they don't know what's wrong with him, why he's acting so out of his mind, in the Porter lab they're always prepared for almost anything. Reggie responds to the sedation, calming and collapsing to the floor, and not twenty minutes later he remembers where he is -- where he'd been -- as the dull reality of what must have happened hits him like a cold splash of water along with a year and half of displaced memories.

When he's finally "well" enough again he's given his papers and sent on his way, though Reggie doesn't know where to go. ] ┙
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Comments

[mantlepieces]

[ Reggie raises an eyebrow, stifling a cough with another drink of whiskey.

Is he already drunk, or is what she's saying actually making a good amount of sense? Especially now... it's an apt enough description of how Reggie feels when he thinks about the past, or about Midge. ]

Hell, that's almost inspirational -- as far as dreams are concerned, sometimes the so-called "next best thing" can actually be just as good... or almost. [ He pauses. ] But drugs are actually attainable, so I guess that's the difference, huh?

[ Or more accurately, the appeal. The selling point, as it were. ]

[hypodermicgurl]

Oh, I only settle for the best.

[A small smirk, then she lightly scratches the side of her neck, thinking, with her free hand. Too young for some things, but they had time, didn't they? And she'd been called.]

Guessing you've got an open afternoon. And night.

[mantlepieces]

Yeah-- [ He snorts in that bemused sort of way people do when they're about to be sarcastic. ] Well, who doesn't, right?

[ With an easy roll of his shoulders, Reggie shrugs slowly after a moment's pause. ]

Seems like it -- haven't been here long enough to make any new plans yet. Why, you looking to fill it or something?

[hypodermicgurl]

Got an idea or two. For a good distraction from what ails you.

[ So paying the bill now, sending the sign it's her plans or a parting of ways. ]

[mantlepieces]

[ He's intrigued enough; certainly always game for a good distraction or two, even (or perhaps especially) now and regardless if it's reckless. ]

Sounds like my kind of medicine. [ He begins to stand. ] Where to?

[hypodermicgurl]

Hotel I know.

[Slash live in/collect bodies near. You know how it is.]

It's not like that. Just only so many places they don't ask questions. 'Specially for our kind of weird in a place like this.

[mantlepieces]

[ It's not like that, she says, but Reggie doesn't really know what else there is or would be to do at a hotel. Not that he's really intending to go through with... well, if it came up, but the curiosity has him hooked for the moment regardless. Could be a lot of things, honestly, and plenty of them he might well still be interested in. ]

I'm not that weird. [ ImPorts as a whole, though? Yeah, fair enough. Reggie just likes to consider himself above that kind of stigma. ] But I'm all for a little more privacy. Just in case -- I mean, sometimes you don't really know what's going to happen.

[ Now that he's back, in fact, he can feel that dull itch of addiction settling back in under his skin. Not a problem back home, only here... but what a problem it was. ]