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[ 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? ]

Date: 2020-08-27 01:11 am (UTC)
kayakking: (007)
From: [personal profile] kayakking
You realize you have seen my ass. Literally.

[LITERALLY high on fumes and in the middle of a worm invasion. NOT HIS FINEST MOMENT.]

... Not to mention that one Christmas Party.

Date: 2020-08-27 01:16 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] secreteary
That's a little different, Tim.

[he can't help but grin just a little bit even turning a bit pink.]

Not a bad arse, though.

Date: 2020-08-27 01:30 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] kayakking
[His chin ticks up and he gives Martin an UNABASHED grin.]

I mean yeah. It's bloody world class in my entirely humble opinion.

Date: 2020-08-27 01:35 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] secreteary
[SNORT]

I haven't had that broad a range to judge

Date: 2020-08-27 02:09 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] kayakking
I mean, that's fine. You've been ruined anyway.

[Not even he can say this with a straight face.]

Date: 2020-08-27 02:31 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] secreteary
[Martin just laughs]

Don't change, Tim, please.

Date: 2020-08-27 01:19 pm (UTC)
kayakking: (002)
From: [personal profile] kayakking
Never would. Never will.

Date: 2020-08-27 06:05 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] secreteary
Tim Stoker, the anchor holding this whole thing together. Who knew?

1/2

Date: 2020-08-28 01:26 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] kayakking
Me! I have always been aware of my integral nature, thank you very much.

Date: 2020-08-28 01:28 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] kayakking
More seriously though.

I am here if you need me.

Date: 2020-09-03 10:25 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] secreteary
That goes two ways, you know.

[it's a fond admonishment, paired with a small smile.

but then Martin too gets serious.]


...I feel like. Anything you need is getting...I don't know. Forgotten about? With all of the- [waves a hand, as if he could manifest the word he's looking for out of thin air.] -insanity going on with the rest of us.

Date: 2020-09-03 10:31 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] kayakking
[It's.. nice? Hearing it. He lets out a long breath and for just a moment there looks about as tired as he feels.]

I'm just... overwhelmed. I will get over that. [A wave of a hand.]

...

[It's a moment, looking down at the bathroom floor between them.] This was, uh... good though. Don't think I realized I needed it.

Not the reason, mind, but. Company.

Date: 2020-09-03 10:58 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] secreteary
[quietly, but warmly:]

All you have to do is ask, Tim.

Date: 2020-09-03 11:09 pm (UTC)
kayakking: (007)
From: [personal profile] kayakking
See, here's the problem there:

I'm daft.

Date: 2020-09-03 11:23 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] secreteary
[Tim is getting the most bewildered look...]

You're surrounded by three people who might be turning into monsters. We're all going a bit... [motions a spiral next to his head] ...loopy.

Date: 2020-09-03 11:49 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] kayakking
[He rubs a hand over his face.]

Yeaaah. [He shakes his head and give Martin a grin.]

That's a point. Anyways. You're all getting dragged to my place anyway, so good luck getting rid of me then.

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