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Who: Jay Merrick and You
What: Jay fell unconscious in Rosswood Park and woke up on a magic island. He's not yet sure if this is a good thing.
When: January 29th, morning
Where: The Storyteller's Temple
Warnings: Language, Jay being an anxious wreck; will update as things come up!

This is wrong. Deeply, deeply wrong. He's either still dreaming, or he's still hallucinating, or he's dead, because the only remaining option doesn't just happen.

Sure, maybe the supernatural exists, but it doesn't talk to you in your dreams, and it doesn't spare you from getting your memories scraped out of your head by that thing, and it doesn't drop you off in...okay, maybe it does drop you off in an overgrown, abandoned building, but not one that looks like this.

He leans up against something that definitely isn't a mana pool, because mana pools don't exist. His phone is gone. His camera--shit, his camera's dripping, and the viewfinder screen won't light up, and it won't even turn on, it just keeps making this thin, whining noise before fizzling out again, and come on come on COME ON this can't happen

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[lesbeau]

After being here over a year, the pathways and routes of Enso are familiar to Beau, and she familiar in turn to the majority of residents. It's not a trouble for her to stroll around without getting stopped or scaring someone- which is what she's expecting and not what she gets as she steps out of the mana pool Jay is next to. She was just heading in from the Islets to go pick resources from the forest, and now when she steps out, someone's there about to lose it with a device she's never seen. Beau looks menacing on a good day, so the raised eyebrow and judgmental look she's got affixed to her face probably doesn't look inviting.

"What're you doing?" Her eyes pay attention to the device in his hands, still unable to determine what it was. "If you're recharging stuff, you're not supposed to put it in the water."

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Oh god what. There's a girl here. A girl just came out of the water. And she's ripped.

His mouth starts working before his brain catches up.

"Could, uh. Could say the same about you."

And, wait, recharging? There's power here? Thank christ.

It might be too much to hope for a working ethernet port, but now at least it's on the table.

[lesbeau]

She gives him a look that says he just said something fairly incomprehensible in whatever context she knows, still watching him carefully. "I'm not recharging shit, what does it look like?"

Beau extends her arms a bit out from herself, as if it'll let him get a decent look at her. Mostly it shows off her abs on her bare stomach. "Do you not know how this shit works? Rabbit should've explained it to you."

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"Y-yeah." He scrambles to his feet, stumbling over his words. "I-I mean, obviously."

Why does he do this. Why. Why is his first instinct upon meeting somebody new to shove his foot in his mouth. Stop talking.

God, she is shredded. Why is she so shredded? Is that what island life does to everybody?

"Is that--that's a...I mean, they explained it to me, yeah. I just hadn't actually seen one of them working, I guess."

[lesbeau]

To Jay's only credit, Beau understands that dudes get flustered around her, even if she doesn't necessarily like it. She's gayer than most beings alive, and a scrawny camera man is not gonna change that assumption. Her only response is to quirk an eyebrow as she determines if it's worth it to pretend to like him for information.

She decides pretty quickly that he doesn't know shit, so. Go on as normal.

"So you were just freaking out next to one?" Go on Beau, pass judgement, as if you didn't yell at one of these your first day here. "Lemme guess, you're the only one you know in whatever, your friends are all gone, all that?"

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"What?" Jay's nose wrinkles, eyebrows furrowed. "How do you--?"

She's not wrong. He hasn't had what you'd call friends in years, and it's not like Tim's gonna trust him after...well, he's not gonna trust Tim either, but that's different. They both screwed up, maybe. He'll grant that.

"Sure. Yeah, I'm not...it's not like I brought anybody here with me."

The chances that Alex or Jessica or Tim or anybody he knows ended up here? Slim to none. So sure. He's back to working solo.

[lesbeau]

She doesn't seem particularly interested in Jay's emotional turmoil, giving a little roll of the eyes to indicate as much. Beau saw that hesitancy though, the way he almost gave things up for free in his eagerness to find something right. Good stuff to keep on file. "That's how everybody starts out here. Might get lucky, find somebody, but chances are you're just gonna be a wreck. Pretty standard."

Beau shrugs, dropping that thread as soon as it's reached the conclusion she thinks it needs, and carries on. "I'm not gonna be your welcome wagon though. Go bother the people at the Denny or something. Tim will answer all your dumb questions."

No, he won't. Beau knows this. But she also knows him well enough to know he'll hate it, and that's exactly why she's pointing Jay there while unaware of the implications of such an act.

*claws my way back into this good good thread a month late*

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"They're not dumb questions, I just--"

Wait. Wait.

This is pointless. He's on a tropical island with talking rabbits, and even the greater Rosswood area had a hell of a lot of Tims and more than its fair share of Tim Wrights.

It stumbles out of his mouth regardless. "Tim? Tim, like...Tim who?"

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[lesbeau]

As usual, the perceived panic or otherwise concern from him goes right past her-- or rather, doesn't affect her. She's always watching, in fact quite closely, but she isn't wrapped up in the emotional issues of all of it for as long as she can manage. So Beau looks at him, once again, like he's a fool before she responds.

"Tim like... bartender Tim, I dunno. He runs the place. Been here forever. Mid-height, dark hair, kinda floppy." She gestures over her head as if that means literally anything. "Smokes a lot, fucking paranoid. You know him?"

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"Sideburns?" It's out of his mouth before he's had a chance to fully process what he's saying. "Or, uh, beard. Had a beard last time, I mean, the, uh, the last I saw him. Used to have sideburns."

Even after Tim grew the beard, he was still "sideburns guy" with Jay's viewers, as far as Jay could tell. First impressions, or whatever.

But smokes a lot, fucking paranoid? That sounds like Tim.

Tim could be here.

Not a bartender, though. Maybe she's got that part wrong.

[lesbeau]

"Yeah, facial hair, sure." Beau seems pretty nonplussed, giving a shrug. "Look, shaving around here sucks, who knows what anybody's hair stuff looks like. You'll know him when you see him, he basically lives at the Denny and he'll look at you like you're crazy no matter what you say to him."

She raises an eyebrow at him, cocking her head a bit to the side. "You gonna ask me a million more questions or what? I don't have all day. It might look like I do, because this place is a pit, but that doesn't mean I want to spend it talking to you."