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059-061 » the place where you stop the story

WHO: Everyone.
WHERE: Eastern/Central/Southern Mathias
WHEN: Day 059-061
WHAT: Time returns to "normal" and Mathias grants a reprieve.
WARNINGS: (PM this account to have a warning added!)
NOTES: Plotting post over here! The next log will be posted the weekend of ~~May 15th~~ May 22nd.

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DAY 059-061
A BRIEF REPRIEVE
“There is no real ending. It’s just
the place where you stop the story.”
— Frank Herbert
Residents awake to a peaceful morning with the sun shining and earth remaining still. There is no unsettling shaking to rouse them at dawn, and time has continued moving onward as they slept. Whatever state they were in the night before, they remain that way now, for good or for bad.

On the surface, there seems to be little lasting effect on the tiny town from that strange series of days, save for the memories of any traumatic experiences residents may have faced — but there are always consequences within Mathias. The perpetrators of acts against the town are tormented by nightmares of those acts being used against them, and those who did not raise a hand to stop those acts of destruction may yet face consequences of their own. For now, however, the unwilling townspeople should do their best to rest and recover from the disturbing ordeals of late, for this reprieve from the madness shall surely be shortlived.

THE NEW ARRIVALS
The newest arrivals to Mathias will wake up on the beach near The Grey Gull. It's a bit chilly out with their wet clothes, but surely there's something to help warm them inside the restaurant. They may even find some alcohol within — and not just the cowboys' homemade moonshine.

CONDITIONS UPDATE

— THE HISTORY MUSEUM has not fared well with the return of "normal" time. The once esteemed wooden building is now a charred ruin, the recent fire leaving behind little of the contents within for study. The structure is unstable and it is not wise to venture into the ruins for long.

— THE WEATHER conditions remain fairly typical for early fall: warm days and cool nights. It feels almost like spring arriving except that there fewer red and orange leaves on the ground and more of them oddly returning to the trees and slowly fading to green. It's like watching one of those nature documentaries that have a timelapse of the seasons, only it's going in reverse.

— THE FOG has retreated from some areas!
— Residents may now wander the southern stretch of the forest surrounding Mathias Township — it is possible to leave the paths but potentially unwise to do so.
— The fog has also retreated farther into the western section of town, now stretching across town between Stine Road and Shelley Drive. This has revealed the Chasm in the earth that stretches from one side of town to the other between Stine and Hill Lane.
— Access to the northern section of the forest is still blocked beginning a few dozen yards past the treeline; this section of fog will urge residents to stay huddled within the town proper by inducing a physical reaction of panic and fear.

— DEATHS & DISAPPEARANCES continue! Max Guevara has vanished into the fog. Claire Novak's body can be spotted on Day 059 facedown at the bottom of the Chasm between Hill and Stine, near Phillips Drive; by the morning of Day 060, her body will be gone. (Attempts may be made to reach her body but will likely not end well for those involved. Such attempts should be reported under Exploration.)

— ALCOHOL is still in Mathias! Just barely. (Supply is running very low after recent town events.) A small stock of beer and cheap wine may be found at the General Store, and some homes may have a small store of alcohol in the fridge or pantry. The Grey Gull was also restocked with its lower-end offerings of a variety of alcohol types. (Alcohol does not replenish as food does.)

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Okay, not a twin brother. At least, not as far as his lookalike figures it, but Jeff's going to just file that theory away for later. There's got to be some connection between the two of them. Identical twins in cool cowboy hats don't just happen out of nowhere!

But he smiles, at least, grateful to latch on to the offered lifeline from his twin-who-isn't-a-twin. God, even the way he grins is different from Jeff.

And he's tempted, he's so fucking tempted to take him up on that drink. Just a little something to take the edge off, bring him down, ground him a little. If ever there was a situation that called for a drink, waking up on a strange beach, finding himself in a ghost town, and running into a cowboy with his face had to warrant a fucking drink.

He takes a breath. No. Stick to the rules. It's important, now more than ever. One drink. Happy occasions only.

"I, ah... Wouldn't say no to a glass of water. And a rain check on something harder! Where to? Lead the way!" Wait. Jeff starts to take a step, then stops, waves a finger vaguely like he's trying to land on a point. "Hang on, wait, rewind. Familiar face? Like, another familiar face? Whoa... Are there three of us?"

Edited 2021-05-15 23:16 (UTC)

Wow. Trusting to a fault, it seemed. Happier than a pig in shit to be led somewhere. Raylan should probably blame, well. His face. It was good that Raylan was a good guy otherwise he could have swept poor Jeff off into god knows where without much of a fight. Or maybe Jeff would buck and reveal some secretly like him side that was tucked away under all the sunlight Jeff radiated.

"We got plenty of water," Raylan assured, unoffended by the raincheck request, though a flag for 'recovering alcoholic' went up. One that struck a little too close to home, so he opted to do the easy thing and ignore it.

"Ah," he started, chin lifting and falling with a faint nod at the question as a hand came up under Jeff's arm to gently herd him into action and movement back towards the way he'd come. "Thank god no. Least not that I'm aware of," he admitted with a slight pull back of his head and a pinch of his features.

"That bein' said, I didn't pull your name outta nowhere. A familiar face for you; to clarify," Raylan explained, hands shoving into his pockets as they got moving. "Once I get over how fuckin' weird this is, I'll be grateful that you're here. There's a mini-bomb sittin' in my upstairs that I don't know how to help. I'm hopin' you will. Young lady by the name of Athena Carrigan."

Look, there's just something about his face that makes him extra trustworthy and-- no, okay, Jeff really is just falling back on the kindness of strangers right now. And if those strangers happen to look like him, that just makes them all the more nonthreatening. He lets Raylan herd him without protest, moving automatically at his other half's urging, almost like he doesn't even notice it. His death grip on his guitar loosens, relaxes, as he starts to follow like a lost lamb, his pace a little slower, a little more careful, than it would normally be, on account of the whole barefoot thing.

"Athena?" There's a borderline shrill note to his voice, a cocktail of frantic concern and confusion. It's not a name he expects to hear, though he has to admit, mini bomb does have a certain accuracy to it that quells any doubts that he could be talking about some other Athena Carrigan. He slings his guitar over his shoulder, finally freeing both hands, like he doesn't need the safety blanket now that he's got somebody else to focus all his worry on. "How long has she been here? I just-- the other day--"

He gestures vaguely behind them, as if to indicate back home, where he'd last seen her pretty recently. God, was she taken just hours before him? The poor kid, after everything that's happened...

"Is she okay?"

He doubts she is. How can she be okay with any of this? But Jeff can bet she's putting on a brave face, wearing cheerful teenage flippancy like a suit of armor.

Edited 2021-05-16 11:07 (UTC)

The shrill pitch only makes Raylan's eyebrows lift a little as something about this one hit the small headache forming in his temples, though that could have been from the scrap he'd just gotten into with Callisto. He really should lay off the moonshine if he was going to be taking these levels of sound and action every day.

"She's in one piece. Workin' towards bein' okay but Mathis bein' what she is.." Raylan's lips tightened and turned down as his jaw tensed, chewing the sentiment for a moment. It wasn't right, fucking with kids. It wasn't right bringing them into this horror mess either.

"She's been here for just over two weeks by my count. I've been here for two months," he continued with a glance over. Context, context. "Took her goin' through somethin' here to get her to agree to stay in one spot at night where I can get to her if somethin' happens. She assumed I was you, first time I met her. Then she freaked out when she realized I wasn't. She's come around. But she blew out the windows on a house on the other side of town. Somethin's.. I dunno, wrong with y'alls.. power. Worked her up pretty bad."

Thus his concern. He didn't understand shit about magic or what they really were, even though he'd gotten the run down from Tim on the D&D specs. None of those made sense either, really, beyond the most base level of understanding. Hell, even when Athena tried to explain just music to him, his eyes glazed over a little.

Two weeks? But it'd only been a day for Jeff, so either there's some fucked up time-and-space shit going on here, or Jeff had blacked out for way longer than he'd thought. Neither option's particularly comforting, and he can't help but wonder...

Is this some kind of... parallel plane of existence? Like the real world, the world they're used to, is just out of reach. Is this town lively and packed with activity, just one layer beyond them? It's not the most outlandish thing to consider, when he thinks about... certain elements in his own life.

(Is this how it experienced the world, before it found him? Here, and not-here at the same time.)

Jeff scrubs a hand over his mouth and huffs out a breath as he listens, gets caught up on the Athena situation. It's so fucking unfair. She should be here-- wherever here is, anyway. She should be at home, with her aunt. She should be at school. She should be hanging out with her friends. She should just get to live that happy teenage life that she deserves, and it's like every step of the way, there's a new roadblock dropped right in front of her. Abusers, users, serial killers-- and you know, he really thought it'd be hard to escalate from a fucking serial killer, but now here they are, in a goddamn ghost world!

"Fuck," he says, finally. "This is wrong. It's all--" He furrows his brow and looks up at the sky, and around them, at the stillness surrounding them, and he shakes his head. He hasn't tried to do anything with the Gift since waking up here, but he can tell there's something off. Like the frequency's just out of sync, white noise cutting into what's normally so clear and harmonious to him.

But he doesn't mention that. Instead, he just says softly, "She should be at home."

Stating the obvious. But there's a knot of dread inside him, coiling tighter as he thinks about all the horrible, fucked up things that could happen to Athena here, if she's trying to mess around with the Gift while it's all out of tune. Not like he doesn't know, first-hand, how badly it can go. It's all so grossly unfair, the kid being here.

Edited 2021-05-16 23:22 (UTC)

Raylan nods sympathetically. He had no idea the true depth of bullshit that Athena had come from, though he'd heard enough of the base facts about her life to know that it was already pretty shitty. Even without all the Extra Crap, Raylan easily got on the 'She shouldn't be here' train.

"All these young kids should be at home," he replies in a quiet, even voice. Claire's body was still laying in the chasm. Raylan knew they weren't going to be able to get her. It killed him. His jaw worked as he thought about it and opted to not share that particular image with Jeff. It would only make the man's worry over Athena worse.

"She makes the third here. Ellie and Claire are the other two. All just at or under 20."

He gestured up the road at the row of houses creeping larger in their vision. "Phillips Drive. First street Mathis let us have. I've got her set up in 1308 but I bet you could guess which one it is without lookin' at the numbers."

As evident by the mugs that were littered across it.

"Three kids." Jeff grimaces at the revelation. He doesn't know much about this place-- fuck, he doesn't know anything, really-- but at least he's lived a life. He'd still like to have another forty, fifty years, but if he doesn't make it out of here, at least he's had a decent run of things. He's gotten to know some of the highest highs, and he's crashed into rock bottom, and he's climbed his way back out and into something nice. Athena, and the other kids, he'd imagine... Their lives are only just beginning. They deserve a shot.

"And..." He chews on his lip, trying to work out a bigger picture here. "You've been here two months. How many, uh... How many others are there? I mean. Overall."

And how long has the longest resident been here? And also what's your name? Where are you from, what do you do-- so many questions sit at the tip of his tongue, and he wants to ask them all, but as they come up on the street, those questions are immediately displaced by one very important one.

"Why's it so mug-gy out there?" Jeff blinks, then it dawns on him. "Ohhhh... It's muggy outside!" He can't help but smile fondly at the display. That's Athena's, all right. No matter how messed up things might be here, she's still got her Athena-ness intact. "Right on."

The grimace was good. With what little he'd heard from Athena, there'd been some niggling idea that Jeff might be... inappropriately weird. Teachers taking on kids for after school music sessions where they had some weird connection struck Raylan as Not The Best for Jeff's overall image, but now that he's got the man in front of him (or they were about to test if this was all some fucked up group nightmare that Mathis was testing out on Raylan) his gut suggested differently.

Which was good; he would have hated to have a reason to hate his own face any more than he already did.

"Roughly, just about twenty, give or take a few souls. People come in, same or similar way you did. Not everyone who shows up stays. Not everyone who dies stays dead. The worst kinda crapshoot."

As they walked up to the house, Raylan cracked a smirk that broke into a full out, shit eating grin that dropped a little as his head craned back over. "Did you just say 'Right on'? Shit, got California in your pocket, don't you. How old are you?"

If Jeff was pulling in at sixty, Raylan was not only calling bullshit but would spend a few minutes thanking whatever is in their genetics to make them age as well as they were.

Raylan lead the way up the stairs and into the front door, calling out as he took off his hat. "ATHENA, YOU HERE?" Whenever he raised his voice like that, the vowels got a little longer, though he somehow lost the first A of Athena's name. It'd been Southernized.

"IN THE KITCHEN BEING PUNISHED FOR MY EXCELLENT SENSE OF HUMOR!"

She sticks her head into the hallway, starting to speak before she notices the fact that the person with Raylan is not Tim. No one ever said her situational awareness is great when she's feeling relaxed. "I'm washing mugs. I ran out of room in the sink which is why a bunch are still--"

Athena stops abruptly, really registering the man following Raylan. She steps into the hall, hands damp and a little sudsy, eyes huge.

"You're fucking with me," she says, though it's not entirely clear whether she's saying it to Raylan or Jeff or Mathias at large.

But no, it has to be Jeff. He's there with his stupid face that's so much like Raylan's and not at all, in an outfit that totally could have come out of one of these nineties closets, jeans and flannel over a tatty Jesus and Mary Chain band t-shirt. Barefoot. With a guitar slung over his shoulders.

Her eyes fill with unintentional tears, the little question coming out almost silent. "Jeff?"

She doesn't actually wait for him to answer. Just bolts down the hall and slams into him, pressing her face against his chest and telling herself not to cry even though it's already way too late to stop it. "What the fuck are you doing here you stupid fucker!"

Edited 2021-05-17 23:35 (UTC)

There's still so much to take in-- so much to learn-- but now that evidence of Athena's presence is sitting right on the lawn, and her appearance is just around the corner, he needs to stay focused and keep his shit together for the kid.

There's plenty of time to freak out about death maybe-not-sticking and bombard Raylan with questions later. For now, he returns his twin's grin, all bright and sunny.

"Dude, I'm only 44," Jeff laughs, before pointing a finger up to punctuate his next point. "Though, in my defense, my parents were total hippies."

And at the thought of his parents, the chaotic and loving environment of the Calhoun household, he can't help but wonder what it must've been like for the cowboy. Obviously didn't grow up with West Coast hippies for parents. Probably isn't Gifted, judging by the way he kind of stumbled around talking about it. Even if they aren't related (immediately or distantly), Jeff still wonders about all the nature and nurture implications at play here. Does he have brothers or sisters? Were his parents alive and together? Was he an overachiever growing up, or did he struggle and fail his way through school the way Jeff did?

He follows Raylan into the house, and all the questions racing through his head silence as he hears Athena's voice, loud and silly and familiar. That's her, all right. And soon she's poking her head out from the kitchen, and looking at them, chatting easily, clearly relaxed with Raylan (which says good things about him, far as he figures), and this could all seem so normal, if it weren't for all the insane circumstances bringing them here.

When Athena sees him and comes to an abrupt stop, Jeff pulls one corner of his mouth up in a lopsided smile, looking a little like an overgrown errant teenager who's just been caught staying out too late. He holds a hand up in a wave.

"Heeey, songbird."

And that's all he gets out before Athena's slamming into him, hugging him like she's trying to make sure he's real. Oof, the kid's like a pint sized cannonball. But she's healthy, and she's safe, and it's about the best case scenario if she has to be trapped here. Jeff puts his arms around her, returning the hug with all the dad energy he can give.

"Well I meant to get here a couple weeks ago, but you know me." He smiles down at her, warm and sincere in spite of the light tone. "Bad with directions."

Edited 2021-05-18 09:27 (UTC)

Raylan lifts his eyebrows, lips turning down in a facial 'Huh, how about that'. Only a year older than him and possibly less than, depending on when Jeff's birthday was. Hippies for parents and what that even might start to look like was only something that Raylan could assume about. Either way, he's sure that Jeff's upbringing was softer than his own, considering how emotionally expressive he'd been so far.

For the better; no one should have been raised the way Raylan had, in the end. Maybe they'd get a chance to compare notes sometimes.

For now, the most important thing was getting Jeff to his person. If there was one thing Raylan had learned here, it was that people took the whole place better when they had a familiar face with them, doubly so when they cared about that familiar face. Jeff had a lot to parse coming his way, but for a few seconds he should be able to find something akin to normal. Before normal was taken out back and beaten like a red-headed stepchild.

Smirking at Athena's reply, he watched the surprise roll over her face and glanced at Jeff before shaking his head. No, no one was fucking with her, though it was up for debate if he was getting fucked with, an idea that would no doubt settle in a few days. 'Songbird' gets a fond tilt of his lips and a canting of his head - maybe there was something to this 'twins' business that would make some kind of sense in the construct of Mathis's power.

"I'mma go start some coffee," Raylan said with a little nod as he headed towards the kitchen, hat dropped on the table as he went. He wasn't leaving but he figured they could use a minute or two without having to worry about what they were looking like in front of a practical stranger.

Athena kept her face pressed against Jeff's shirt for several long seconds, trying to get herself as under control as possible. She wanted to spill everything, all at once--stockpiling food, sleeping in different houses each night, getting stuck in the tunnels and deciding to stay with Raylan and Tim instead. Getting stuck in the tunnels and dreaming about that man and his prisoner. Getting stuck in the tunnels and being followed by something oppressive and invisible for the past week.

Instead, she whispers, "Fuck."

She draws back, just barely enough to get her arm up between them and shove tears out of her eyes with the heel of her palm. "Fuck."

Athena bites her lip, blinking a few times to try and keep tears back. "This place is fucking evil, Jeff. It's fucking evil, and I haven't even been here for most of it."

Jeff shoots Raylan a grateful smile over Athena's head. There's a lot he wants to thank the man for-- taking care of Athena, helping the kid feel safe and comfortable enough to treat this house like something of a home-- but it'll have to wait a little.

You'd better believe a hug is coming in the very near future, mister.

"Yeaaah... Fuck," he agrees, because that's pretty much their second shared language, outside of music. Or, like, third, he guesses, since English probably counts, too, as a whole... Third shared language, though? Swearing.

"I'm sorry, songbird-- I'm so fucking sorry you had to wake up here alone and confused and-- fuck, it must've been scary." He exhales. "I mean, I'm fucking scared, and while I admit it's a low bar and you're made of tougher stuff than me--" Time to cut that rambling aside with some serious sincerity. "--you shouldn't have to be. Whatever fucked up shit happens from here on out? I'm gonna share the load with you. Okay? You're not alone."

And god, he's so fucking grateful she's had Raylan and-- hopefully-- others here to look after her and drive that point home.

Edited 2021-05-19 08:48 (UTC)

She blinks a few times, trying to keep herself from crying more, but her smile is shaky. "I told Doc when I got here that I was gonna have an army with how many people said they'd help me."

Athena glances back toward the kitchen, lowering her voice just a little. "Something was following me, Jeff. I couldn't... see it, it's gone now I think, but there was something there, after I got caught in the tunnels."

She blinks. "Right. Uh, there are creepy fucking tunnels here."

Oh.

Well.

That's concerning.

Jeff tries to keep his expression... not neutral, exactly, but... level? Calm? He tries not to betray just how much that revelation makes his heart slam inside his chest and his stomach coil up in a wave of nausea.

The Gift's all out of whack here. She's been having problems; Raylan told him as much. And now this. Something following. Something she couldn't see... He can't help but make a beeline to the worst possible conclusion.

That's how it starts. Just a presence, a feeling.

"Athena, what..." He exhales, looking away for a moment, trying to put the words together in his head before he speaks again. But nothing comes just yet, it's just a panicky jumble, and the last thing he wants is to spread that around like a sickness. So he puts his arms around Athena again, gives her another hug, tight, like that'll keep her from getting dragged into the something's orbit, and says, "Fuck."

Edited 2021-05-20 09:38 (UTC)

He hugs her. He hugs her, and Athena lets herself be pulled into it, too grateful to resist. Too startled to resist, as well. He never hugs her. Not first. He always waits until she initiates before he touches her at all, and it's one of the things she's always loved about him.

But he's hugging her now. The only other time he'd done that was the first time he saw her after Eagan died.

He's scared. For her. Goosebumps prickle across her neck and shoulders and she forces down a shiver.

"Yeah," she agrees softly. She gives him one little extra squeeze before moving to drag him toward the kitchen. "I'm going to fuck everything up if I try to explain everything that's going on. Raylan's been here longer anyway."

She has a way of doing that sometimes, preemptively downplaying herself, her intelligence, thoughtfulness, like she's heading off anyone else from doing it at the pass. Jeff's seen that tendency in so many kids over the years-- fuck, he did it, too. (Probably still does, if he's being honest.)

It's always so tempting to call it out in some well-meaning, uplifting way, but he knows that kind of defense mechanism isn't so easy to dismantle. Well-meaning and uplifting can just as easily become patronizing and condescending.

"Mmmhm," he hums, in the tune of teasing skepticism as they head on to join Raylan in the kitchen. "But just think, you could say literally anything right now, and I'd totally believe you! Most teenagers would jump at the opportunity."

She looks back and up at Jeff, her expression bleak.

“Not here. If they did it here they’d be fucking monsters.”

"Well..." Jeff winces as the attempt at bringing them both to a somewhat lighter place doesn't exactly work out. Fuck, though, he can't blame her, if this place is even half as bad as they've said. And with the specter of something out there, attaching itself to her, or at least trying to...

He wants to think about anything else than the chance that Athena might go the way he had, all those years ago. But he can't close his eyes and cover his ears and bury his head, not from this. Not when it's a very real possibility.

And fuck, what other horrible shit does this place have to offer?

He shoots Athena a subdued smile.

"Then I'm glad you're not a monster."

By the time Athena gets Jeff into the kitchen, coffee had already been brewed and a one cup was set beside it. Another sat on the far side of the stove, the packet of hot chocolate tucked inside, kettle already heated once or twice and ready to pour out once she was ready for it. He'd even pour a little coffee in it to make it properly worth her while. She wasn't eight, after all.

Standing against the open back door that connected to a screened in porch, Raylan held his own steaming cup of irish coffee. They didn't need to know about the irish part. He'd hate to paint himself an alcoholic. It was under control. He looked over as they came in, unsure if he should hide the fact that he heard the last end of the conversation or not.

"Coffee's made, kettle is hot. Me casa e su casa."

Athena goes to her own prepared cup, smiling a little when she sees it. God, she got so lucky, meeting Raylan when she got here. She mixes it up, looking over at Jeff and Raylan. Standing side by side, they’re so different. And also not. It’s confusing.

A fresh wave of "WHAT THE FUCK" hits Jeff as he enters the kitchen and comes face to face with his own, well, face again. But it's quick, a reflexive jolt as his brain tries to process something uncanny, before it remembers: that's right, Raylan looks like you. It's gonna take some getting used to.

He wonders if it's the same for Raylan, and his poker face is just a lot better than Jeff's-- wait, he doesn't need to speculate on that. Of course he has a better poker face than Jeff, it's like the lowest bar there is.

Still, even if he's visibly startled for a moment, it passes quick enough, and Jeff tries to play it cool and casual with a smile.

"Thanks, man. Seriously. For everything." He pours a cup, then looks at Raylan for a beat, seeming to study him, before-- well. Remember that hug that was on the horizon?

"Can I give you a hug?"

Here it comes.

The Marshal had practice not looking things he wasn't sure about in the eye, metaphorically or otherwise. His best thinking was done at the end of the day, sat out on a porch, taking in the air and whatever drink was in his hand. Jeff, for now, had been relegated to the 'For later consideration'. Until he opened his mouth.

Raylan didn't have any practice at this and the handle he thought he had on it slipped out of his grasp like a wet bar of soap. Jeff was almost painfully easy to read, mainly because Raylan knew how it felt to wear those faces. He'd seen what Jeff looked like properly happy to, to contrast this. In hindsight, it really did feel a little unfair to him.

Of course, anything Raylan might have been thinking about answering with was derailed and set on fire as Jeff asks for that hug. Raylan's head retracted a fraction in genuine surprise, brow furrowing as he glanced at Athena, half expecting her to crack into laughter - some big joke being played, Jeff would pull off the mask and it would be.. anyone else that didn't look like Raylan before Mathis got to it's redecoration of his face.

But she didn't. And he.. wasn't.

"I'm sorry?" Surely he'd heard that wrong. His first internal question was Why followed swiftly by but what if we explode.

Athena ducks her head a little, biting her lip to keep from laughing out loud at the look on Raylan's face. And not for the reasons he would expect. She sets her mug aside and goes over to Raylan, giving him her own hug.

"I will be the affection and gratitude translator."

Meanwhile, as far as Jeff's concerned, that single verification poke had been enough confirmation that they can touch freely without exploding. So when Athena does the honors of hugging the confused man, Jeff sets his own mug aside and joins the fray.

Prepare for a three-way hug with two bards.

"Just-- thanks for looking out for her." What little he's learned from Athena is freaky enough. This place is evil, it's ominous, it's fucked with the Gift and sent something after her already. And he can only imagine how much worse off she'd be, without Raylan.

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If Athena is on the porch or something, you can ignore the call ect, ect

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