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Halloween at Hearst is serious business. Unless you're Logan Echolls, in which case nothing is all that serious, except your date with a bottle.

Inevitably, Trina knows all about it (really, so does everyone, thanks to Gawker, TMZ and the Smoking Gun), and she's not pleased. At all.

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Logan is pathetic. Trina surprises him, in more ways than one.

Millitimed to early last summer

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[OOM: You can work the evidence, you can follow the clues, you can find the killers, you can get the confession, and you can still have missed the whole story. This, after all, is Neptune, and nothing is what it seems. For instance, Trina Echolls is a much better actress than anyone ever knew.]

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It's been a long damn past few days. One of those weeks where you change your voicemail message to "No comment."

She's run out of coffee, and the paparazi is outside the door. This is what you call a dilemma. A rock and a hard place.

So she's startled, but not at all unpleased, to find Milliways hiding in the pantry.

Trina Echolls is back at the end of the universe.

And desperately needs coffee.

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OOM: Trina may have helped wrap the case, in her own odd, Echolls way.

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[OOM: In light of recent events and interviews, Trina decides to check in with her brother.]

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Trina is almost helpful.

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OOM: Trina Echolls doesn't actually get any more helpful in an official interrogation. She does not, however, entirely fail to charm.

dead_hooker_2

[OOM: You'd think, given all the bad news they've had in the past few years, the Echolls kids would be used to it by now.]

paladinsuitsyou

Booth got into this business to catch bad guys. He didn't get in it to break bad news to relatives, but he doesn't have a lot of choice. It's just one of those things that needs to be done.

obligatoryass

After this.

Logan surveys the empty space. It's...spacious. Very spacious, really.

Anita wasn't joking about the luxury part of the Sea Pines Luxury Apartments complex. Garden tub, big back porch and fireplace. Very nice. Only two bedrooms, but, well, he can live with that. Maybe not with Dick, but Logan's sure he can make out quite nicely on his own. Two bathrooms, though, so either way, it's fine.

He sighs, opens the door to the balcony. He'll probably have to let Dick live there. It's not like Dick can look after himself, anyway. Married in Vegas.

Logan conveniently forgets the times Dick looked after him (badly, and with no tact) when he was mooning over Veronica.

He opens the door, and finds himself elsewhere.

Oh well. It's not like he had any food in his apartment anyway.

obligatoryass

Trina ambushes Logan into looking at places to live that aren't hotels. After two years, it's time to finally move out of the Neptune Grand and be a grown-up.

dead_hooker_2

[OOM: An Echolls Family Christmas, 2006. Ghosts of Christmases past, ghosts of Christmas present, and a less-than-encouraging outlook for the ghosts of Christmases yet to come. It's like Dickens, if Dickens wrote noir soaps. It's the Echolls siblings, so this should go without saying, but just to say it, warnings for angst and discussion of unpleasant topics.]

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[OOM: Neptune California, Fall 2006. The Echolls siblings talk, even if they don't quite get to the root of the matter. It's a start. There's just no end in sight.]

dead_hooker_2

[OOM: Halloween. Neptune California, 2002. The more things change, the more they remain the same. That's the problem with patterns. Angst and unpleasantness ahead.]

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[OOM: Neptune California, 1996. When your parents are actors, you get good at playing roles. Warnings for angst and discussion of child abuse.]

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" . . . still no comment. No comment. Look, I have no comm--"

Trina looks up, startled as her cell phone goes dead.

"Oh, thank God," she says, and heads over to the bar for coffee.

Honestly, you do a little thing like shoot Nicole Richie with a bb gun and suddenly everyone wants to talk about it.

dark-ex-watcher.livejournal.com

There is a Wesley (Wyndham-Pryce) sitting in one of the booths with a small stack of books and scattered note pages before him. There is also a small, flat, stone slab, resting on the table. Wesley is tracing his finger across it in a complicated pattern.

Wherever his finger traces, a thin but bright line of glowing light appears. Wesley seems to be practicing because every few lines, he mutters a curse and waves his finger over a line, erasing it so he can trace it again.

Looks like slow-going. Fortunately, he has scotch, but he probably wouldn't mind another distraction or two either.

dead_hooker_2

Trina comes in, dressed to go out, which means, of course, that she's showing rather a lot of leg (among other things).

This isn't at all the place she has dressed up to be out in, but she can adapt. When she wants to.

She perches on a bar stool, gets a glass of shiraz, and looks around. There's usually someone around worth talking to.

dead_hooker_2

Sometimes a girl just needs to hang out on the beach. And if a girl lives in California, this is not a hard thing to do. Which is exactly what Trina has been doing.

Which might explain why she's come in now, in a bikini and a sarong, sunglasses and flip-flops, slightly windswept and sandy.

This is so not the bar she thought she was walking into. But she's not complaining.

Bar makes a mean Strawberry Daquiri, after all.

e_delmar

Ennis' back by the fireplace, complete with blanket, but he seems to be awake tonight, and that's a good thing, at least.

He's got a piece of wood and a knife in his hands, though he don't seem to be doin' much with either at the moment.

Nearby, a cigarette's burning its way down to a stub.

young_tmriddle

Tom heads over to Bar for a scotch.

Usually he comes in for a quick drink. Tonight he has a little more time to relax.

This is a bloody brilliant thing.

dead_hooker_2

Enter Trina, on her cell phone and not paying a bit of attention to where she's going, until . . .

". . .no, darling, really. I left them there maybe Thursday and I haven't seen then since. . . . Chad? Hello?"

jack_f_twist

Putting a stable back together takes a lot of time, and effort, and manpower, and--

Well, that's Jack's excuse, anyway, for helping out with the work even though he ain't exactly a proper employee. But it gives him time with the horses, and keeps his mind from wandering, and, well, all that time spent working with Ennis ain't something to be sneered at.

Still, it's taxing, and Jack always has liked his comfort and company, so tonight he's lounging by the fire, boots up on a coffee table with a half-finished beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He's earned it, right?

dead_hooker_2

Enter Trina, reading a letter (on several pages of pink stationary), and not really paying attention to where she's going.

Whatever she's reading certainly seems to be amusing her.

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