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by Lara Monia » Sat Feb 13, 2021 5:56 pm
by Mercatus » Sat Feb 13, 2021 7:56 pm
by Dyelli Beybi » Sun Feb 14, 2021 6:03 am
Voxija wrote:Cornelia Quinta
Hannah's cabin looked exactly like the others. That was disappointing. As a Roman, Cornelia expected someone's superiors to have better living conditions than them, but Cornelia found a lot of her values dashed on the ground.
What was a shower? Cornelia imagined a rain shower, which meant pouring water on the back of your head. Cornelia wouldn't like that—probably would destroy her carefully dyed blonde hair that had somehow stuck with her on the ship—and she preferred the baths any day. Although this ship seemed like it didn't have enough room for baths.
Cornelia sat Hannah in front of a mirror, ready to do her hair. Cornelia did Hannah's hair in this style. As for makeup, Cornelia set out some blush, eyeliner, and concealer that was maybe too light for Hannah's skin tone. "Do what you like," said Cornelia. "White skin means you don't work outside, anyway. And only prostitutes wear makeup." Cornelia grabbed the pair of sandals she snatched earlier from under her himation. "There you go. You're all set for Greece."
Mountainus wrote:Charles Louisson:
It was quiet on the bridge. Just as he had expected, but it seemed too quiet, and he did not know what to do. He was ready for the mission, yet everyone else was still getting ready. Charles sighed and decided to find Hannah so that he could do something useful and productive. "Captain? Sorry to bother you, but, uh, as you can see, I am all ready for the mission. Are there any tasks or things I should be doing? Also, would I be wearing this right? It feels somewhat uncomfortable." he gestures to his tunic which had accidently been put on backwards.
Western Fardelshufflestein wrote:Teng Nuan
...
The pants, as it turned out, were too long and loose on her, but not so much that she could not wear them. The real problem was putting on the tunic. It was so flowy that, when she put it over her head, she quickly got stuck in it. She couldn't undo her actions to remove it or finish putting it on. In every direction there was more material, like this thing was a trap, and maybe it was.
She did not know in had become wrapped around her legs until she tried to take a step forward--and fell. With a screech, she flopped to the ground, still wrapped in the accursed tunic. "Gaaaaah!"
Lara Monia wrote:Emily Wilson
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Emily glanced between the other women in the room. She obviously wasn't shy about nudity, but she took Hannah's use of the shower as an indication that she was uncomfortable about it. She took the bundle of clothes into it and changed quickly. It wasn't immediately familiar, but Emily had worn some costumes before that included robes. She also gently removed the stud from her lip and set it on a cloth in the bathroom.
"If only we were going to Athens," she said with a nervous laugh, coming back into the main room. "This might actually be helpful." She anxiously rubbed her tattoo again. She didn't know much about Greece, but even she knew that Athens = Owls. That was about the extent of her knowledge that didn't come from 300, she didn't even know where this place they were going was.
"I guess it's time to go blonde again..."
Mercatus wrote:Marcus Lennox
...
Upon getting re-dressed in period appropriate gear, Marcus left his quarters to join the others, helmet off of course, knowing he'd look somewhat ridiculous waltzing in like some stage actor in full costume. Upon emerging to where everyone else seemed to be gathered, Marcus observed everyone's clothing choices. The Confederate, likely of very little education, had mistaken a toga for being a piece of Greek clothing. Others had on what he assumed were the chitons and himations Hannah had mentioned earlier. The women of the group who had come back from changing clothes were dressed like...
Oh motherfucking God, I can't believe they would choose to fill that role, even in the name of "saving reality" or whatever other bullshit they came up with. Seriously, ancient Greek hookers? I may or may not have seen a couple of cosplaying prostitutes in those outfits on my shore leave to Vegas.
Stunned at the roles they had decided to take, Marcus loudly addressed the women, "Um, I know this mission is like, important and stuff, and I know it's the world's oldest job, but really, Greek hookers? I'd think y'all wouldn't stoop that low to get this done."
Alcona and Hubris wrote:Lord William
...
He turned to look at the others and smiled slightly at the others and stated, "Well...I think my father would die from shock if he knew I had turned horse thief..."
He turned back to the opening and was in the front of the group as the ship's side opened to show the dimly lit country side. In the distance the faint light of the farmstead and its soon to be purloined occupants could just be made out.
by Grenartia » Sun Feb 14, 2021 9:32 am
Dyelli Beybi wrote:Grenartia wrote:Phoenix
"[i]Oh, how delightful. An actual Confederate. He's just as liable to cause an unnecessary fight as he is to prevent one." Phoenix thought to herself. "Speaking of leadership, have you decided on who's going to be the figurehead on this op, Hannah?" she asked.
Hannah shook her head, "No... I know what we need, but I'm not sure who. They must be a man to fit in with the conventions of the time. They must be a team player who isn't going to derail this mission. They should have a reasonable knowledge of Classical Greece. Honestly, I haven't had an opportunity to talk to people yet, but if anyone wants to stick their hand up, I'm open to suggestions."
Ameriganastan wrote:"What do you mean this isn't Greek? This is what the fancy voice from nowhere told me about when I asked about Greece. G-R-E-A-S-E."
The one word he could spell, and he somehow still whiffed it.
"I asked this here fancy...uh...what's that word...com-pew-ter? Yeah, I asked this thing called a com-pew-ter to tell me about Greece. Spelled it and everything. It showed me a bunch of odd fellows dancing about and singing, but that didn't sound right. So I went a searching through this here uh...date-a-base I think it said. And I went looking for something related to that. And I found this here funny moving picture called Animal House. And they was wearing these here toga things and they was part of something Greek. So if I got this wrong, it's the com-pew-ter's fault."
A few moments of silenced passed.
"Say, do you know these fancy moving pictures from the future have nekkid ladies in it? Used to be the only way to see a nekkid lady on the ranch was to make one of the more good looking slave girls work nekkid for the day. I mean, good looking for a darkie anyway. I still wouldn't touch them. Pappy though...I never said nothing cause he'd have broke my neck if I did, but there was a few light skinned slave kids on the ranch that looked a little like him..."
by The African Emirates » Sun Feb 14, 2021 11:27 am
Europa Undivided wrote:Leona Helstrom"By ‘poking around’, I meant to just look for stuff, but that’s secondary to fun right now,” he added, holding in a small laugh.
“Well, I’ve already told you a bit of my story, can I hear about yours?”
Leona thought about the cold moon of Triton and the domed settlements that she had been used to for almost her entire life in there, two worlds in one. She had heard Ted's story, at least the parts that he was comfortable sharing to someone who he had just met less than an hour ago in a timeship of all places.
Now that she thought of it, maybe someone she knew was currently entombed in one of the stasis pods, sleeping until some kind of happenstance causes them to awake. For some reason, some were still not open; maybe they were to awaken right when they're needed.
"I'm from a colony in the Neptunian moon of Triton." Leona replied to Ted as the two started walking towards the recreation room. She looked up at him; Ted had nearly a foot on her. At this rate, she was going to get a stiff neck soon. "It was called Kall Fästning... I lived in a domed settlement, with artificial gravity and atmosphere making sure everyone in there grew normally, lest they abnormally tall or have weaker physiques than people from Earth. Anyway..."
She started fishing her pockets in search for her locket... but she realized that she didn't have it. No one got anything from their old lives, after all. At least, that was as far as she could tell.
"Um, anyway, I was found to be quite gifted academically, so a foundation got me a scholarship and sent me to study in a university on Earth. I'd also get my Master's on that blue and green ball, and... well, I went back to Triton, spending pretty much the rest of my years as a researcher in the Triton Institute of Sciences. I did meet this boy though, who eventually became my husband and the father of my two children."
Leona chuckled. He had died only a year before she did, and the heartbreak of his passing was still coursing through her veins. Though that was not too apparent right now. "His name was Grisha, though I called him Greg, because Grisha is just short for Gregory."
Europa Undivided wrote:She continued walking, silently at first, and then stopped and looked up at Ted yet again. "We're from different universes, Ted. In my reality... the Ragons never invaded Earth. And in yours, they did... what was it like-, no, I'm sorry, I shouldn't..."
by Western Fardelshufflestein » Sun Feb 14, 2021 9:34 pm
The Western Fardelshufflestein Sentinel | 27 November 2022 bUt wHy iS tHE rUm gOnE!?
by Ameriganastan » Sun Feb 14, 2021 9:48 pm
Grenartia wrote:Phoenix walked over to Johnny Reb and snuck a Gibbs Slap on him. "A wise man once said 'It’s better to keep your mouth shut and appear stupid than open it and remove all doubt.'"
Edward Richtofen wrote:Ameri's so tough that he criticized an Insane Asylum and was promptly let out
Sinovet wrote:Ameri's like Honey badger. He don't give a fuck.
Krazakistan wrote: He is a force of negativity for the sake of negativity
Onocarcass wrote:Trying to change Ameri, is like trying to drag a 2 ton block of lead with your d**k.
Immoren wrote:When Ameri says something is shit it's good and when Ameri says some thing is good it's great. *nods*
by Nagakawa » Sun Feb 14, 2021 11:23 pm
Europa Undivided wrote:Jean was still a little nervous around the former VietCong fighter, if only because of the animosity between Vietnam and its former colonizer. However, judging by how chill and nice Durong... Duwong... Young had been for the last few moments, he figured that there was probably nothing to be afraid of. "Aaahh, yes, we'll let you know if you're, ah, particular skill set is needed. Have a good smoke, I guess...""So, uh... I guess we'll just be hanging around here, then? Wanna get a drink first?"
"I think we should be sober if we're going to save someone from being assassinated by a Time traveler..." Jean remembered how he got drunk during academy, resulting in being disciplined by the guidance office for unruly behaviour and obscenity. Those were fun days indeed. "But, I'm done for something like... tea, or hot chocolate. Or coffee! Oh, and I don't remember... have you told me your life story? I already pretty much said mine back at the mess hall during lunch. Plus Hannah was already adding to mine as well. Or not, if you had a, um, traumatic life."
by Europa Undivided » Mon Feb 15, 2021 5:10 am
“Well, we’re far from any Ragons now, right?”
Ted put on another smile, but it was visibly much more shaky than before. He hoped Leona hadn’t noticed that either as he opened the door to the rec room.
“There’s... uh... really nothing that interesting”, he replied in a soft voice, his cheeks turning red and his gaze shifting uncomfortably away from Jean’s. “I did all the usual things that kids do. You know, go to school, earn a degree, get a job...”
“I... I’m sorry.” He chuckled. “I don’t mean to bore you with my life story. But that’s how it’s been for me, for over ten years. I haven’t got a clue why they found me interesting enough to resurrect me here.”
“But I’ve been given a second chance at life”, he said, partly to himself and partly to Jean. “A chance to... I don’t know... try something new? A second life? Heck, may as well do something, right?”
“Anyway”, he said, pausing again. You always say that word ‘anyway’ when you’re trying to distract yourself from these uncomfortable dilemmas. “Anyway, some tea sounds good. I could do with a bit of a boost before we head out into, well, Ancient Greece.”
“Those who cannot conceive Friendship as a substantive love but only as a disguise or elaboration of Eros betray the fact that they have never had a Friend." - C.S. Lewis
“War is cringe." - Moon Tzu, the Art of Peace
by Voxija » Mon Feb 15, 2021 5:41 pm
Dyelli Beybi wrote:"Thank you!" Hannah took a few moments to take stock of her own reflection, looking faintly surprised by what she saw, "You know it is a pleasure to have found a few level headed and helpful people on the ship," she remarked, with a smile, "I'd normally say this is all very impractical, but since my job at the moment is mostly to just look pretty and hang off someone else's arm then this is the most practical getup I could think of. Having your help getting me looking right makes me feel a lot less nervous."
"Also with names, I was thinking of going with 'Artemisia'," she said with a slight smile, "If there was any woman in Greece, who I think I could do with a bit of inspiration from, it would be the first Artemisia."
Any further conversation was cut short by a number of people undergoing sartorial emergencies...
Emily, meanwhile was going to dye her hair, "I'm not sure if Greek women went in for tattoos or not," Hannah put in, "Either way your one looks pretty modern. We'll dab a bit of concealer over it and you'll be fine. I'm sure you'll make a lovely blonde... though we can always make you pink again later. I read the Greek men were into blondes... maybe we should switch places!" she joked.
While she was waiting for Emily and Nuan to get themselves sorted she gave lute an experimental strum, before grimacing and fiddling with the tuning pegs. By the time the pair were ready she had managed to get the lute into tune, giving it an experimental strum, before nodding in approval to herself and beginning to gently strum an E minor, switching to a C and then a D as she hummed something to herself, before eventually singing over the top,
"All the time that's lost
What's the final cost
Will I really get away?
All my life it seems
Just a crazy dream
Reaching for somebody's star..."
She trailed off, nodding to herself. She had a reasonable voice; she had probably had some singing lessons back in the day, "I think I might be able to pull this off. It's not too different from a guitar... or a pandura. If I slow down the tempo and don't try to sing in Greek so the rhythm still works, I think I can pull of the 'sophisticated entertainment' bit... though they won't understand a word. Hopefully they won't be paying too much attention! If not, we can just claim it's a Sarmatian ballad or something. In any case it's the only thing that looks about right that I have a realistic chance of playing competently. Shall we see what the others are up to?"
by Talchyon » Mon Feb 15, 2021 6:25 pm
Louisianan wrote:Talchyon has great comedic writing, that is true.
by UniversalCommons » Mon Feb 15, 2021 7:19 pm
by Mercatus » Mon Feb 15, 2021 11:17 pm
Dyelli Beybi wrote:Mercatus wrote:Marcus Lennox
...
Upon getting re-dressed in period appropriate gear, Marcus left his quarters to join the others, helmet off of course, knowing he'd look somewhat ridiculous waltzing in like some stage actor in full costume. Upon emerging to where everyone else seemed to be gathered, Marcus observed everyone's clothing choices. The Confederate, likely of very little education, had mistaken a toga for being a piece of Greek clothing. Others had on what he assumed were the chitons and himations Hannah had mentioned earlier. The women of the group who had come back from changing clothes were dressed like...
Oh motherfucking God, I can't believe they would choose to fill that role, even in the name of "saving reality" or whatever other bullshit they came up with. Seriously, ancient Greek hookers? I may or may not have seen a couple of cosplaying prostitutes in those outfits on my shore leave to Vegas.
Stunned at the roles they had decided to take, Marcus loudly addressed the women, "Um, I know this mission is like, important and stuff, and I know it's the world's oldest job, but really, Greek hookers? I'd think y'all wouldn't stoop that low to get this done."
Upon returning to the rest of the crew she then needed to square off against Marcus who had apparently been asleep during the briefing earlier and had decided to make a song and dance about her decision to play a hetaera. Most people seemed happy to rub along with each other and take what she had to say onboard. Even Clarence was playing ball, even if he hadn't quite got his head around how not to offend the other crew members, "Zapp! Inciteful comments, as always," she said, squaring off against him, hands on hips, "I suppose you have spent your time researching another suitable role where I can get into a male only simposium? No? Oh... I get it! You'd rather I was back here, pining for the men folk and possibly cooking up a nice steak and chips to worshipfully serve up to our conquering lads upon their heroic return. Maybe a little bit of red wine to go with it? Couldn't have me looking like the classical equivalent of one of the girls you watch going at it online. That would just be crass and totally erode any legitimate claim I have to leadership! A level head, sympathetic attitude and commitment to the mission are, as you so rightly pointed out, far less important than the way I have chosen to dress in front of a whole bunch of strangers I'll never see again. Oh what a silly woman I am!"
"I don't care about my 'personal pride'. That died years ago," she said bluntly, dropping the sarcasm, "I will do whatever is necessary to complete the mission I have been given. In this case, the best route forward involves me dressing up as someone's expensive courtesan and hanging off his arm in a party so I can get close to a man whose life I am going to save. Even were I not trying to save human history, even were I not trying to stop the meddling of a rogue time traveller, saving a man's life is worth putting on some colourful clothing and pretending someone is paying me to be his lover. So no, I wouldn't stoop 'that low'. I will do whatever it takes to get the job done. Nothing less."
by Dyelli Beybi » Tue Feb 16, 2021 4:31 am
by Grenartia » Tue Feb 16, 2021 4:34 pm
Ameriganastan wrote:Grenartia wrote:Phoenix walked over to Johnny Reb and snuck a Gibbs Slap on him. "A wise man once said 'It’s better to keep your mouth shut and appear stupid than open it and remove all doubt.'"
"What, what did I say? I even said they were cute for darkies. That's a compliment! "
He rubbed the back of his head in annoyance.
"Can't even say something nice about the coons without you future people getting offended. Makes me glad I died when I did. Now where is this thingamajig they was saying I need to wear?"
While he began digging, he decided to try and strike up a little conversation with Phoenix.
"So, future boy. You're from Louisiana, ain't yeah? I can hear a little of that accent. Means we're practically neighbors. Met a lot of you Cajun sorts during the war. So, where specifically is ya from? Me, I'm from a little town called Houston in Texas. Nice country out there."
by Ameriganastan » Tue Feb 16, 2021 4:54 pm
Grenartia wrote:Ameriganastan wrote:"What, what did I say? I even said they were cute for darkies. That's a compliment! "
He rubbed the back of his head in annoyance.
"Can't even say something nice about the coons without you future people getting offended. Makes me glad I died when I did. Now where is this thingamajig they was saying I need to wear?"
While he began digging, he decided to try and strike up a little conversation with Phoenix.
"So, future boy. You're from Louisiana, ain't yeah? I can hear a little of that accent. Means we're practically neighbors. Met a lot of you Cajun sorts during the war. So, where specifically is ya from? Me, I'm from a little town called Houston in Texas. Nice country out there."
"A backhanded-compliment is still an insult. Besides, we don't want to hear about your dad raping innocent black women and treating his own flesh and blood like garbage." she responded, and then sighed. "As for me, I'm from New Orleans." Phoenix figured he wouldn't have a chance in hell of knowing where Metairie was otherwise, and she also figured not correcting him on the gender issue, at least for now, was for the best. Plus, people who have extreme prejudice against black people also tended to not be very understanding about transgender people. Not that Phe feared for her safety. Even if the traitor could overpower someone with special forces training, there were at least half a dozen people on board who would come to her aid.
Edward Richtofen wrote:Ameri's so tough that he criticized an Insane Asylum and was promptly let out
Sinovet wrote:Ameri's like Honey badger. He don't give a fuck.
Krazakistan wrote: He is a force of negativity for the sake of negativity
Onocarcass wrote:Trying to change Ameri, is like trying to drag a 2 ton block of lead with your d**k.
Immoren wrote:When Ameri says something is shit it's good and when Ameri says some thing is good it's great. *nods*
by Khasinkonia » Thu Feb 18, 2021 10:09 pm
Madame Emmelot de Langres
Une question d’anciens Grecs
by The African Emirates » Fri Feb 19, 2021 7:59 am
Europa Undivided wrote:Leona Helstrom
Unfortunately (fortunately?), Leona noticed those tears that fell off Ted's eyes. She had seen those a thousand times, most commonly when a patient knew that they were dying, and couldn't accept it. Or when one of her kids told her about a terrible thing that had happened. Or when an alien immigrant was her friend told Leona about narrowly being devoured by a Ragon in a battle...
"Hey." Leona gently squeezed Ted's wrist. "I, uh, I know that we literally just met, but since we're going to spend a very long time here together with everyone else... I'll just say that you can tell me anything. Um. Yeah."
Europa Undivided wrote:"Anyway, what were we going to do again? Ping ping, was it?"
Mercatus wrote:Marcus Lennox
When he entered the rec room, he noticed two people were already in there, a man and a woman. Their voices sounded familiar, it was the two from the pod bay who tried to console the screaming Dane. From what he could hear, they were engaged in a rather serious conversation. Marcus decided that maybe it was a good break from the drama of everything else that was going on. Hell, it was like one of those shitty sitcoms they still had on TV for over a century. A depressed look bore itself on Marcus' face, as he couldn't get his mind off of the faces of his family and friends. The images were burned into his mind, and now their voices seemed to taunt him like ghosts. He remembered their laughs, their smiles, their memorable quotes. It was all too much for him, and it was enough to make his face go from one of depression to one of downright pain.
Deciding to show more humility in his voice than he had before, Marcus spoke to Leona and Ted, "Hey, uh, y'all mind if I sit in here?"
by Mercatus » Sun Feb 21, 2021 9:52 pm
The African Emirates wrote:Ted Jackson
The two of them flopped onto a sofa, looking at each other sheepishly, if a bit unsure of what to do next. However, an interruption arrived in the form of Marcus, entering the room in a considerably more subdued manner than what he sounded like at the bridge.Mercatus wrote:Marcus Lennox
When he entered the rec room, he noticed two people were already in there, a man and a woman. Their voices sounded familiar, it was the two from the pod bay who tried to console the screaming Dane. From what he could hear, they were engaged in a rather serious conversation. Marcus decided that maybe it was a good break from the drama of everything else that was going on. Hell, it was like one of those shitty sitcoms they still had on TV for over a century. A depressed look bore itself on Marcus' face, as he couldn't get his mind off of the faces of his family and friends. The images were burned into his mind, and now their voices seemed to taunt him like ghosts. He remembered their laughs, their smiles, their memorable quotes. It was all too much for him, and it was enough to make his face go from one of depression to one of downright pain.
Deciding to show more humility in his voice than he had before, Marcus spoke to Leona and Ted, "Hey, uh, y'all mind if I sit in here?"
“Not at all, go ahead.”
Either Marcus was completely oblivious to what was happening before he entered, or he was too preoccupied to care, but he situated himself right between Ted and Leona on the couch.
Goddamit, everytime I’m starting to really enjoy something, somebody comes and puts a stop to it.
Ted suppressed his frustration, and decided to be nice to the guy. After all, you never know when you might need their help, or their friendship.
“So, I never caught where and when you’re from...Marcus, right? You ok with telling us?”
by UniversalCommons » Sun Feb 21, 2021 11:53 pm
by Parcia » Mon Feb 22, 2021 7:47 am
by Lessoni » Mon Feb 22, 2021 8:39 am
Dyelli Beybi wrote:She let that sink in for a moment. It hadn't been her plan to try to give a motivational speech today, but Marcus had been so damned unmotivating that it seemed like one was in order, "Marcus has also said I don't have any right to be in charge. Well, I beg to differ. My right comes from the fact that I stepped up to the plate when everything was in chaos. I woke up first, which definitely helped. Now there might be some of you who haven't been won over by my natural charm and good looks," she said, with a bright smile, "If any of you think I'm doing a really rubbish job at holding this group together and giving direction, then speak now. I might pout a bit, but I won't be too offended. Otherwise I'm going to assume that I've got your tacit consent to call myself 'Captain' of this ship and get myself a parrot and a pointy hat."
by Parcia » Mon Feb 22, 2021 9:01 am
by Grenartia » Tue Feb 23, 2021 9:20 am
Mercatus wrote:"Thanks." was all Marcus said in reply to Ted's granting of permission to sit on the couch.
Sitting down, Marcus let himself fall onto the middle section of the couch. He tried to force a smile, but couldn't, not in light of the "recent" events of his life, so the depressed look on his face stayed.
Acknowledging Ted's inquiry, Marcus figured he may as well tell someone, because at least then some of it might lift itself from his chest. "Yeah, I guess I'm fine with telling y'all. I was born on May 7th of 2099. I was a fighter pilot, I lived and breathed combat spaceflight. It was in the military that I found my wife-to-be, and after we got married we had a kid. I died on August 20th of 2128. Th-those... those fucking space lizards! They shot me down! But that's nothing in comparison to what else was stolen from me!"
Breathing heavily and beginning to sweat, Marcus was evidently having a rough time even giving a basic synopsis to Ted and Leona, "They killed my wife and son, dammit! Now here I am, stuck on this piece of shit ship. I get to live huh? Why can they bring me back and not my family?! I failed to protect them and for some reason I'M the one who gets brought back?!"
Sure, being this emotional likely wasn't a very good first impression, and Marcus was barely managing to hold back tears, but the mind of a traumatized soldier was a mind that the soldier in question oftentimes could find themselves having no control over. In an attempt to remove any aura of perceived weakness, Marcus' expression turned from depression to extreme anger, anger at the fact that everything he knew was now gone, that nobody on the Icarus had any respect for him (even if that was from his own doing), and at his own perceived failure to live up to his stated duty as a member of the US Armed Forces.
"I, uh, I'm sorry I made you guys look at that. That was highly unprofessional."
However, Marcus' words didn't represent the sweaty, heavily breathing mess he was as of now.
by Lessoni » Wed Feb 24, 2021 3:07 pm
Parcia wrote:“What....the fuck are you going on about...i-is this some practical joke, taking an old man a-and locking him in some box. Who you with, young man, the Lodge? You one of my bud’s kids? O-or did i just imagine the last 40 years and this is some joke from those fuckers in signals...”
Steven slowly rolled from his side to his ass, leaning back up against the metal box and finally meeting the young man’s gaze.
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