[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: 2020-08-26 11:22 pm (UTC)[Solid plan. A Jon Sims One Step Approved Plan. Perfect.
Jon looks at Tim and ....considers. Tim trusted Jon a lot these last few days. Enough to come at a vague request to his flat, enough to trust him on... all of this.
It's only fair he extend it. Jon holds out his hand, all seriousness.]
I'll help any way I can.
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Date: 2020-08-26 11:51 pm (UTC)He takes the extended hand.]
Right. I'm sure as we get an idea of it, I'm going to be heavily taking you up on that.
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Date: 2020-08-26 11:55 pm (UTC)[Anything so he isn't feeling so useless. He shakes Tim's hand once, squeezes it gently. An understanding, there.]
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Date: 2020-08-27 12:05 am (UTC)Good. Lets work smart against Elias, so you can.
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Date: 2020-08-27 12:11 am (UTC)Right. This week.
[He already forgot.]
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Date: 2020-08-27 12:12 am (UTC)Lets get grab the others and get this hashed out.