[PSL] time travel, time travel
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curriculum_fictae[ Martin had always known that Lukas would kill him in the end. If not along the way, then surely at the end, once he'd gotten what he wanted out of Martin, whatever that turned out to be. When the Lonely rose up to swallow him, he'd accepted his impending death with ... what?
What did he have left, really? Numbness, mostly. A hallucination of Jon in the Lonely, looking for him, but - but that was impossible, ridiculous. His mind playing cruel tricks. He settled himself down in the frigid surf, knees drawn up close to his chest, unshed tears frozen to his cheeks and lashes.
And then. A door. A door that shouldn't exist, that couldn't exist. That he shouldn't take at all. The Lonely was terrible, yes, but it was quiet, and it was peaceful. Martin was aligned enough with it by now to very nearly enjoy it, in a strange and terrible way. The Spiral would be infinitely worse than this quiet beach.
But ... it was hope, too. In a strange way. Hope enough that Martin found himself turning the door handle and stepping through, leaving the false comfort of the Lonely behind him.
The transition was unpleasant. Long. But Martin couldn't remember it after; he only remembered stumbling out through the door of a supply closet somewhere deep in the Archives, blinking up at the dim bulbs that pretended to be sufficient. What time was it? Had he escaped? Where were Lukas and Elias now?
And where was Jon? ]
What did he have left, really? Numbness, mostly. A hallucination of Jon in the Lonely, looking for him, but - but that was impossible, ridiculous. His mind playing cruel tricks. He settled himself down in the frigid surf, knees drawn up close to his chest, unshed tears frozen to his cheeks and lashes.
And then. A door. A door that shouldn't exist, that couldn't exist. That he shouldn't take at all. The Lonely was terrible, yes, but it was quiet, and it was peaceful. Martin was aligned enough with it by now to very nearly enjoy it, in a strange and terrible way. The Spiral would be infinitely worse than this quiet beach.
But ... it was hope, too. In a strange way. Hope enough that Martin found himself turning the door handle and stepping through, leaving the false comfort of the Lonely behind him.
The transition was unpleasant. Long. But Martin couldn't remember it after; he only remembered stumbling out through the door of a supply closet somewhere deep in the Archives, blinking up at the dim bulbs that pretended to be sufficient. What time was it? Had he escaped? Where were Lukas and Elias now?
And where was Jon? ]
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Date: 2020-08-11 02:32 pm (UTC)[He says with the misleading confidence of someone who can actually communicate emotions WITHOUT being pissed and pissed off into it.]
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Date: 2020-08-11 02:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-08-11 02:58 pm (UTC)At the same time.
[He says between bites, gesturing with a syrupy bit of pancake.]
Really, the only thing I regret is I'm not going to be there the way it would if you'd stumbled over it in the office.
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Date: 2020-08-11 03:03 pm (UTC)[THESE ARE YOUR REAL WORLD PEERS, TIM.]
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Date: 2020-08-11 03:09 pm (UTC)He deserves, at least, a 'hey, I acknowledge you and care enough to talk about it.'
[Munchmunch.]
Between the three of you, I'm sure you can navigate the rest, wherever it ends up.
[He is SO incorrect.]
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Date: 2020-08-11 03:13 pm (UTC)I'm glad you have that confidence. I'm not sure I do.
[But it doesn't mean he's not going to try.]
You realize by doing this, it means you're the on-call every time any of us have an emotional crisis. Are you sure you want that?
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Date: 2020-08-11 03:56 pm (UTC)Though, I wont turn down the occasional donation of alcohol to the collection though.
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Date: 2020-08-11 08:13 pm (UTC)[Nevermind that Jon actually has some taste better than others. And a little better pay to enjoy it at times.]
I'll... Keep it in mind.