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062 » that moment of experience / part i

WHO: Everyone.
WHERE: Eastern/Central/Southern/Western Mathias
WHEN: Day 062
WHAT: A storm rains destruction upon the town.
WARNINGS: (PM this account to have a warning added!)
NOTES: Plotting post over here! Part II details are below.

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DAY 062
THAT MOMENT OF EXPERIENCE
“A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one
chooses that moment of experience from which to
look back or from which to look ahead.”
— Graham Greene
The day begins like any other might. The clouds occasionally part to give glimpses of the sun, offering a bit of hope that the hours might pass without incident. It is a hope that is soon dashed, however, for midday brings with it a suddenly darkening sky. Those near the beach will be able to see the ocean churning as all light seems to be bled from the day, the sky darkening into a purplish-black more quickly than is natural, the process taking a mere ten minutes from start to finish.

And then it begins.

The rain is so heavy and pouring so fast that the ground cannot take it all in, sending rivers down streets and leaving lawns as lakes. The winds blow in gusts so strong that they could knock someone over, and the lightning that arcs brightly through the sky is immediately followed by thunder that shakes the town to its core, the tremors almost reminiscent of the earthquakes that plagued the town only days ago.

For some, the storm will be another nuisance of mother nature, forcing them to remain wherever they were before its sudden approach. But for others, it will be far more than that, for this storm is seeking revenge on those who sought to destroy the town. Destruction will rain down and it will not stop until its vengeance is satisfied.

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. If nothing else, the cowboys' homemade moonshine should do the trick.

ABOUT THE STORM
The storm will begin at midday and last until late into the night, only calming in the early hours of the morning. The heavy rain will flood the streets, though it will not be enough to flood the buildings themselves (except as noted below), and the winds and thunder will shake the town with such strength that it will almost seem as if the town is trying to tear itself apart.

But this is not a simple storm. For those residents who took part in any way in the destruction of the Town Hall, History Museum, or Stoker Park house, they will find the storm will destroy their shelter in some fashion. This can include broken windows, caved-in roofs, flooding from the rain, or even lightning striking the building. The details are up to player choice but something will be damaged by the storm.

— All damage to buildings will be repaired by the dawn of the following day as if it never happened at all. There is no way to witness this process taking place.
— If a resident is sheltering in a shared living space with others who did not take part in the destruction of the town, you may choose to have only your character's section of that location damaged. However...
— The storm's focus will follow the resident if they move to another area or location, meaning that the new location will also suffer damage in some way.
— Only those who took part in the town destruction in some way will be targeted by the storm, but innocent bystanders can be caught up in the situation as well.

CONDITIONS UPDATE

— 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.

— DISAPPEARANCES continue! Ellie has vanished while others have returned.

— ALCOHOL supplies have run dry, save for any dregs that have been squirreled away by individual residents. Moonshine can still be acquired by those in desperate need.

OOC NOTES

— NEW MAP Thanks so much to Scy for this amazing new map of Mathias!

— PROJECT HELP Your mod needs help with some projects!

— PART II The next part of the log series will be have characters divided up (by OOC choice, not IC) into groups, so be sure to sign up for one asap. Anyone who doesn't make the deadline will be automatically assigned to an available spot.

— UPDATES Don't forget to report updates as they come up! Changes to locations (like toppling a few bookshelves in the library), big plots you have coming up that will affect the game (parties, major property destruction, etc), or exciting discoveries that may tie into the game's mythology (even the things provided by the mod) are very helpful to have in one place so relevant page updates can be made. IC events are also helpful to know about in advance so they can be included in the log write-ups.

— MOD STATUS The usual reminder that it's just Amy steering this ship, so things will are going to be pretty slow for a while. Apologies in advance, and please don't feel shy about pestering me if you're stuck waiting for something. (All outstanding matters will be taken care of in the next few days!)

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He's not sure what he was expecting, because they wouldn't, wouldn't they? They didn't leave in DC, and they're not leaving now. Or letting him leave, anyway.

Both Parker and Hardison yank him back and he stumbles back into the house, another gust of wind and blast of rain whirling around him aggressively, as if mocking his entry back into the house.

"But you're gonna be--" He waves a hand, sputtering, pointing out at the storm.

"If that thing is after me, you're in danger by bein' around me! What if it brings the house down around us?!"

It's his job to protect you two. This ain't protectin'!

“He is not human,” Malcolm tells her. “He was a human and he changed.” If he understands vampires properly.

Yes well, I don't really care for track pants but if I have to wear them so I don't walk around naked, I suppose that's going to happen.

( he really does hope the suit dries okay because he will wear it and he'll enjoy it. )

I would rather not show off my entire body to random people.

[ Alina had chosen this, the Darkling reminds himself. That moment in the tent, that conversation between the two of them. He'd said as much: if Alina wants a villain then the Darkling will oblige.

He's unsurprised when the other stands up herself, that defiance burning brilliantly in her eyes, sending a rush of something rippling through the Darkling that manifests in a casual, too cold glance. He has half a mind to tell the other to go first, a polite 'after you' and a too-thin smile. Instead, he heads to to their destination.

The Grey Gull is exactly the way it's been for the few days he's been here, and the Darkling is pleased that someone had been using the fireplace before them, finding no need to light it. Instead, once he's sure they're the only ones in the restaurant, he pours them both two fingers of moonshine. ]

We've much to talk about. Make yourself comfortable. [ He's far from polite in his intonations, moving to the fire and handing her her glass. There's no need for disguises, no need for clever posturing. Alina knows exactly who he is. ]

She knows she's not the first person this has happened to, and it feels almost self-indulgent to be having the reaction she is to it. But fear is a hard emotion to conquer and she's been trying to shove it down when it comes to this place for a while. Her hands shake a little, and she brings them to her mouth, fingers curled against her lips as she tries to think of her answer.

"My room in the boarding house. I was trying to fall asleep. But between then and waking up in the woods, nothing."

Um. Right, sorry. Uh. [ She gestures at her own face. ] It's just, you look... exactly like this other guy that's here.

[Somehow she doesn't think Kirigan would appreciate it if she dumped what she knows about him to a stranger, so, for once, she refrains.] Raylan, um, he's another guy I know who looks exactly like someone from home. A guy named Jeff, who's here too. It's just. Weird. Like, one set of doppelgängers was strange but two is kind of freaky. ...No offense."

Wait here?

"Kiss my ass!"

There was no telling Raylan to wait and hold onto his skirts while Tim pushed ahead like he didn't know, see or survive his fair share of danger. After working with the man for so long, Raylan had assumed that that particular lesson was well learned, but apparently not. For now, he would squarely blame Mathis and her influences, cussing the town up one side and down the other as he moved himself along the rockface in time.

If only he'd known that Tim had been cussing too.

They were probably both lucky that Raylan was just out of arms reach - he wanted to grab Tim, to stop him but everything seemed to be working against him. His fingers already ached, his arms and core screaming at him as loudly as the wind, and his clothes felt heavier for all the water they had absorbed. But there was no turning back unless he knew Tim was coming with him and the stubborn asshole was-

The next gust of wind had Raylan gasping for his breath, head ducking a little into the protection of his arm, but in that half second, Tim had vanished. It only took a sweep of his eyes to see the dark dot fading into the mist and suddenly, Raylan couldn't move. Having never been up this way, he didn't know what it looked like down there without a raging storm and his mind, ever creative, supplied an image of Tim sprawled across a rock, battered and broken. Dead, for fucking stupidity. What were they doing up here anyway?

There was another sound in the wind now. It took the Marshal a full three seconds before he realized it was him, screaming. But another gust shoved at him, forcing him to press himself against the rockface, stop his raging symphony. Move, you have to move. One foot in front of the other.

His limbs felt impossibly heavy now, taxed well beyond what he was used to but letting go wasn't an option. Where Tim had gone, Raylan couldn't follow. His only option was to go the other way, work his way back the way that they had came. One hand, one foot at a time, the Marshal started on that work, using his sometimes singlemindedness to his advantage. When the wind picked up, he paused, waiting for it to ebb a fraction before he continued. Time had stopped meaning anything at some point. He couldn't gauge how long it had taken to get up here, but it felt like the way down was never going to end. It was the reality of him knowing it did end that staved off the pelting despair.

When he finally hit sand, Raylan hit his knees and elbows, sheltering his head, not unaware of the supplicant position it was. How she wanted him. For several minutes he just sat there, taking the lashing, catching what he could of his breath over sobs that he could feel but not hear wracking out of his chest. The explosion of rawness wasn't easily contained but he reigned it in with what he knew. Death wasn't permanent here. Didn't have to be. If Tim was dead, maybe the morning would bring him.

If he wasn't - an idea that his pragmatism wouldn't overlook for sake of drama or grief - then the only place he could come up at was the shore line.

Raylan took that ray of logic like a lifeline to force himself up to his feet, to put himself back to work, push against the wind and start the possibly heartbreaking duty of corpse collection. Just like the tunnels, if he could find Tim, drag him up into civilization, he would. Everyone died alone. That didn't mean they had to stay that way, even after they were gone.

'Kiss my ass!' Normally Tim would have shot back something like gladly! But nothing about these moments were normal.

He had already been waterlogged even before he went sailing into the ocean, but now he was waterlogged and sandy as he lay on the beach trying to remember how to breath. The wind howled above him and though it was a level of fanciful that Tim usually didn't allow himself, he believed he could hear the wind telling him to stay down.

Flexing his soaked hands across the wet sand he was barely aware of his fingers forming the universal gesture of retreat. Not unlike Raylan, Tim was staying down; accepting Mathias' superior power and practically apologizing for getting above himself. It seemed as if the wind abated a little, though that could have just been Tim's wishful thinking.

He'd been in enough fisticuffs, car wrecks and other blunt force trauma events to understand that the longer he lay in place the harder it was going to be to get his muscles to move. When it seemed that Mathias had decided he'd been spanked enough, for the time being anyway, the wind and rain no longer pummeling him into the shoreline Tim started to draw himself up to his hands and knees.

By the time Raylan reached him, the younger marshal was still on his knees, sitting back on his heels and looking more than a little dazed. His brain function was not quite to the point of practicality of what to do next. When he saw Raylan, lanky body tilted against the wind, Tim raised a hand in a wave and he would stay on his knees even when the older man reached him.

Blinking up at Raylan, Tim appeared to give it some thought before his lips moved. Whether his partner could hear him or not, it would be easy to read the sentiment. "That was better theory, than practice!"

"What if it brings something down around you?"

With Hardison holding him firmly, Parker darts in front of Eliot, putting herself between him and the door. She shivers with the cold, staring at him with wide, worried eyes as the wind and rain whip at her hair, soaking her back. She looks small, easily pushed aside if he really wanted to get out, but she's not budging.

"What if something happens and we're not there with you?"

Stupid. This was a totally stupid plan! Jeff had really thought that this brief lull in the storm-- when the rain was, like, heavy, but not blindingly heavy-- would give him enough of a window of opportunity to go racing out of the boarding house and into the general direction of 1308 Philips Drive. After all, it's not like he's got any idea how long the storm's gonna last, and as much as he digs Klaus's company, he's got a kid to look after. Getting back to Athena is pretty much at the top of his list of priorities.

But then the rain comes down with some fucking renewed vigor, like it just chugged a couple of cans of Red Bull and it's raring to go, got its second wind, and so on...

Next thing he knows, he's wading through water so deep that it thoroughly soaks him from his feet to halfway up his shins, and suddenly this odd, irrational thought strikes him: what if there's a sewer gator loose in the waters. Like, yeah, he knows they're far from Florida or Louisiana or whatever, but if this town's totally insane and evil, what's stopping it from dropping some kind of aquatic predator on them? He'd never even see it coming.

So here he is, caught out in the middle of an almost-literal shit storm, and he's pretty sure he accidentally took a wrong turn and isn't even on Phillips Drive anymore. Fuck it, he's no good to Athena if he gets hopelessly lost out here and drowns, or gets eaten by a sewer gator, or somehow falls into that fucking chasm because he can't see a goddamn thing...

Jeff ducks into a house that seems-- at least from what he can see-- less rotted and dilapidated than the others. It's a little spooky, in that it's so eerily normal, like the family that lived here was just spirited away in the middle of an otherwise normal day... But Jeff tries to shake off all feelings of uneasiness as he makes a beeline for what seems to be the master bedroom, desperate for dry clothes.

A few minutes later, he's exploring the house, now dressed in a dry set of flannel pajama pants and a t-shirt advertising, like, a hardware store or something. Dad chic. So far, there's not a lot that catches his eye, and it feels kind of ghoulish, anyway, like he's totally Goldilocks-ing it, and the family's going to walk in any minute...

...but all trepidation vanishes as soon as he checks out a room that looks way too much like his own teenage bedroom. Clutter on the floor, band posters and magazine clippings on the walls...

"Whoa..."

And there, tucked away in a corner: a cheap starter guitar and a motherfucking amp.

You better believe he's plugging that baby in and tuning those strings.

Edited 2021-05-31 19:41 (UTC)

Jeff's up early, a pot of coffee already set to brew as he works on putting together breakfast for the house. It's just pancakes. Nice and simple, just something to keep himself busy as he tries to keep himself from racing out of the house to burn up all his pent up, anxious energy.

He wants to go for a run. Scratch that, he fucking needs to go for a run. But can he go for a run? It's safe, right? Just follow the roads, avoid the fog, don't go into the woods... Sure, the sky looks a little iffy, but even if it opens up, it's not like a little rain has to stop him in his tracks. He's gone for runs in worse weather.

And it's been, like, days since he's properly worked out. He's going to lose his fucking mind if he doesn't do something about it soon.

But at least for now, breakfast is a fine distraction. It only gets depressing if he lets his mind wander from the task of measuring out the flour and sugar and whatever, and over to the adjacent memories nearby. Melody and her strawberry pancakes: no eggs, no dairy. They'd worked on the recipe together, making so many fucking mistakes that ended in countless rubbery pucks, before finally getting it juuuust right...

It makes him sad to think about, so he tries not to. And anyway, these pancakes are simpler. Classic pancakes, with a smattering of chocolate chips, if he can find any in the pantry...

He's got his head stuck in there, searching like a man on a mission, when he hears footsteps come into the kitchen. Without looking up to see who it is, he waves a hand.

"Hey! Hi! Good morning! Do we have any chocolate chips?"

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Most saw Mathias as a town out of a horror novel, but they had dealt with everything that might have been seen in a science fiction movie. If Daisy had been dealing with time loops and some of the other things their world generally tossed at them, it won't be too hard to wrap her head around all the possibilities that could happen there.

At her question, Bucky pauses, likely projecting that there were some things.

"She was a part of the group that died," he begins. There was no reason to call the last version of her 'you' when she hadn't experienced what 'she' did. So, he spares her that complexity. "I only know through someone else who died with her that they went to another version of this place. One that was on fire."

He rather hopes she doesn't ask about who that person is. It would only make things harder.

Another version of this place that was on fire. Cool. That's cool. Just dying and waking up in an even worse place than this and then apparently coming back to this place. Totally normal everyday stuff, nothing to worry about whatsoever.

Everything he's saying both supports and conflicts with her idea of this being where she'd been brought after dying. That she is dead here. (She's still not sure where he and the others here fit into that, though.)

"Did the Other Me ever say what happened to her before she came here?" she asks absently, needing a few seconds before she can look over at him with trepidation in her eyes. That person might not be her, but there might be answers somewhere in all this information.

There were no words for the wash of relief that rushed over Raylan at the sight of Tim on the sand in front of him and the steady stride he'd been working on busted out into a run. There was no energy for waving or yelling, or even being pissed off about them putting him in that position in the first place. Knees and legs already like jello from the climbing, stopping was ungracefully achieved by dropping into the sand next to him.

"We're both stupid sonvabitches you know that?" Even projecting that was a lot and Raylan shook his head. Mathis had no regard for their supplication, waves creeping up to beat at the inches of sand behind their feet and as though she was telling them to not dawdle, lightening struck a handful of yards away, the sound of it's crack deafiningly loud.

Raylan flinched back into action and pushed hastily to his feet to reach down and start dragging Tim up to his, throwing Tim's arm over his shoulder so he could help move them both right the hell along. "We gotta go!"

Early was the name of the game. Sleeping in wasn't something Raylan did a lot of with the way that fire chased him through his dreams every time he closed his eyes, but working on less than optimal sleep was normal for a Marshal. He could acclimate. Tim was an early riser too, so when he heard the noise from the kitchen, he automatically assumed that the Ranger had started cooking like always.

But padding in, he finds a different story and suddenly remembers - yeah. New person to see in the mornings. Thank god he wore his jeans and a ribbed undershirt around the house. Not that he doesn't have anything that Jeff specifically hasn't seen before. The thought weirds him out just in time for the hastily waved hand and greeting to hit him.

He really should have talked to the guy before now, maybe that woulda helped the lingering itch that made him wish he was fully dressed and possibly armed to deal with whatever cosmic joke this was.

"We're fresh out." He hadn't seen any, though he hadn't gone looking for that kinda stuff. "But you're in luck. We got a stash of candybars need to be eaten, assuming you're willin' to take the risk. There coffee?"

The question was rhetorical, but it let him come around the counter smoothly to pull open a cabinet two doors down and dig through to pull out a little sandwich bag with a couple Hersey's chocolate bars that was held out towards Jeff.

The place was going to test her in new ways from how she's been tested in their world. In the month or so he's been there, he has. And she was the only one that kept him grounded enough to get through the day. Bucky wouldn't admit right then how glad he was to see her back, even if she didn't remember him.

"Not specifically. But she did mention the day we met that she was from 2019." Bucky answers, bringing his focus back to her as they walk. He can see her need to know more. "She didn't know about Thanos."

A beat.

"Do you?"

Raylan took the information with a quiet resignation. "Nabbin' us out like that is cruel, in my opinion. Most vulnerable place we're at. I suppose that we oughta be glad that you got nothin' instead of the alternative.. You missed a new level of bullshit, so maybe it's for the better.. Mathis put us into a time loop, like.. Groundhog Day, if you know it."

"Just what he did a year ago," she says with a shake of her head, wondering what he might be referring to. The way he'd phrased it meant it was something big, but she can't picture anything bigger than getting rid of half of all life in the universe. "It was 2019 for me too."

Just barely. They hadn't been back in their original time long at all before they'd staged the fight to save the world. Again.

It's disappointing that he doesn't have more details about the Other Her. It would have been nice to know how much of their timelines were the same. Still, there might be some things she can piece together later.

You know what's a major mindfuck? Asking a question, and getting an answer from your own voice. Jeff startles slightly when Raylan speaks, taking a moment to acclimate, again, to the fact of their shared... uh, everything, before he straightens up and looks back at his double with a smile that's only slightly weird and antsy.

It's not as if Jeff's been going out of his way to bond with Raylan, either, after all. A part of him wants to, feels this crazy impulse to cling to him and learn everything there is to learn about him. Another part of him wants to keep some distance and avoid the uncanny strangeness and uninvited (yet unavoidable) comparisons that Raylan Givens conjures up in his head.

"Yeah. Coffee should be ready." He takes the chocolate bars with a grateful smile, and moves back to the mixing bowl.

"Um. Do you... eat breakfast?" The way he says it, it sounds almost like DO YOU EAT FOOD? He winces as he gets to breaking up one of the chocolate bars. "I mean. Do you want any? I don't like to eat much in the morning, but Mel always--" He stops himself, frowning slightly, before seeming to put all his attention on the mixing bowl. "I dunno. Kids like pancakes, so I thought Athena might like this."

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It made him feel better that this all obviously weirded Jeff the fuck out too, however strange it was to see his face emote like that, that the man wasn't just peachy with the fact that they were existing together in the same world space, much less the same house. Misery loves company.

Pulling down a cup for himself, Raylan poured out some coffee and looked over with an amused curl of his features at the way the question was posed. Jeff's adjustment saved him from the 'Yeah, I've had it once or twice' playfully sarcastic answer that sat on the tip of his tongue. Settling the pot back, Raylan turned, crooked hips leaning on the counter as he crossed one arm over his chest, hand attaching to his bicep as he took a drink before answering.

"Most important meal of the day, or so I was told as a kid. Get fuel into the body before you go out and put any of it to work. I tend to go eggs and hashbrowns if it's available but all we got here is eggs and bacon. Tell you what, I'm sorely missin' a Denny's.." AKA Feed him, Seymore. He watched Jeff beat at the batter for a half second before continuing.

"You make breakfast a lot for Mel? Athena showed us a picture of you guys. At a.. park or somethin'." They looked happy, though Raylan wouldn't say that out loud. Felt like it'd be a knife in the wound, considering.

"Yeah I think I got that memo the third time Art circulated it!" Tim called back, ducking his head slightly in response to the lightning strike.

He reached up when Raylan reached down, accepting some of the assistance but also doing his utmost to balance and carry his own weight. Even once he was on his feet he turned and gripped the front of Raylan's shirt. Tim would insist it was to help the older marshal stabilize but there were shades of an unspoken reassurance being given and also sought in the contact.

Tim was ambulatory enough to follow where Raylan guided them and he did not look back at the ocean that had spit him out. It had been too close to going the other way. When they got off the sand and onto the path near the Gull, the younger marshal leaned towards his partner in order to be heard.

"We could try hunkering down in one of the really dilapidated places? Hard to blow the windows off something that doesn't have windows ... or much of a roof to begin with!"

The grip against his chest was a solid reminder that this wasn't a hallucination or a nightmare, that Tim was still a viable, breathing body next to him and it helped steady him against the violent gust of wind that shoved him into the smaller man. The wind was a great excuse, but Raylan needed it and his own free hand came to fist into the fabric over Tim's stomach.

He was grateful for the immovable ground that met them after the shifting sands - that made moving a little easier, but the wear was still there. Raylan shook his head at the suggestion and leaned in to answer.

"Your first idea wasn't bad, just needs some adjustment. Town Hall or Library? Let's see if this bitch'll hit her own important landmarks." It didn't hurt (though it didn't occur to Raylan) that there were tunnels in both those locations.

"Town Hall," The words came out of Tim before he had a chance to really think about it. The Library was where he had performed his initial stupid stunt in Mathias and he was in no hurry to revisit the scene of his idiocy. Not when his body was still in shock from his current ill advised endeavor.

Unless Raylan asked him another question, Tim would go quiet and put his focus towards keeping his head against the wind and moving with Raylan towards the Town Hall. It was no easy trek, which was why he kept his arm over Raylan's shoulder and his fist in his shirt. At least that would be the answer he gave if anyone spotted them and asked. Silently he fitted himself to the older man's side so close that their legs brushed when they both stepped forward.

Tim would remain like that until they were through the doors of the Town Hall and briefly out of the wind and the rain. Only then did he mutter a comment about floor, as a warning to Raylan before the Ranger's legs gave out and he landed in a wet, sandy heap on the floor.

"Fuck." He said succinctly but with fervent emotion.

"So we've got eggs, bacon, and now pancakes here..." Jeff leans his back against the counter, facing Raylan with brows lifted and a faint smile on his face as he holds his hands up to frame some imaginary plate, like picture this. "I'm seeing a Denny's Grand Slam on the horizon!"

He grins a little, taking up the bowl and mixing with some renewed sense of purpose, though the smile dims back into faintness as he thinks about his daughter.

"On the weekends. That's our time to go all out for breakfast. Weekdays are a little more, like, fend for yourself..." He says it fondly, though. And his sadness actually fades a little when Raylan mentions that picture, because Jeff can figure out just which park he's talking about. His eyes light up. "Oh! Dinosaur Land! That place was awesome! What was less awesome was when the girls bought a whoooole fucking bag of these little tiny plastic dinosaurs-- you remember those, right? From when we were kids?" Which, he means 'we' in the 'because we're about the same age' sense, though he realizes belatedly that it could also be interpreted as some kind of shared childhood that they would've had as... twins or something?

Fuck, everything's so confusing with a face twin.

"Anyway, um. Yeah... They bought a whole bag of them at the gift shop and hid a bunch of dinosaurs all over the house. I was finding those fucking things everywhere for like three months... There was a brontosaurus in my birkenstocks."

Edited 2021-05-31 22:19 (UTC)

Town Hall it was. Raylan wasn't even thinking about the night Tim had off'd himself otherwise he wouldn't have suggested the library, but his brain had been racing for the first alternative structure that would suit their needs. If Mathis aimed to kill them, she'd have to take down her main hall with them.

It took them longer than usual, it seemed like, but Raylan leaned his weight against Tim's and told himself that they could make it. They just had to keep moving.

Once past the doors, Raylan was looking for a place to put them both down at when Tim fell and as pushed as he already was, there was no keeping them upright. Raylan landed on the floor with a hard grunt, followed by a groan as he gave up and rested his head on the dirty stone tile. The reprieve from the storm let the exhaustion that he had been fighting creep into a stronger hold.

"Please tell me you're okay," he managed through heavy breaths. "Anythin' broken or bleedin' out?"

Raylan had wanted to ask out there, but the drive for survival had made him take his own hasty account of Tim's well being, and he didn't see any gushers but Tim would know better.

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