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lifeaftr2020-01-28 10:53 pm
burntvideocassette) wrote in lifeaftr2020-01-28 10:53 pm
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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 bythat 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
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
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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"Guess it's easier to meet people when there's not..." He looks up at the sky, gestures vaguely in the same direction. "Stuff."
Jay nearly jumps at the pressure on his leg, at the low sound that accompanies it, but then it all slides into place.
That's a purr. They're purring. They're purring, at him, because he pet them.
Jay bends down to scratch the top of their head, behind the ears, around the flowery ruff like it's a collar, trying to get the tough-to-reach spots. Almost inaudibly, and at a lilting pitch higher than Tim's probably ever heard him use, he mumbles, "Hey, there, Butternut."
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"Anyway, they're a real people person. People...cat. Whatever. They're a tigerlily."
'Cause, you know. Kinda obvious.
"Anyway, all the houses look kinda like this. This is one of the smaller ones." He gestures at the shack in question. It actually looks kinda nice. There's a garden outside that Tim's kept going in the absence of the people who...ordinarily would.
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"Guessing the--" He scratches at Butternut, People Cat, in lieu of the camera strap. "--landscaping didn't come with the rest of the property."
Tim doesn't strike him as a gardener, but Tim doesn't strike him as a lot of things he apparently is now.
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And he leaves it at that.
"Like I said. It's been a few years. Some people picked up interior decorating. Some people keep pets. There's a guy who grows his own pot." And Tim, apparently, has a garden. It's more like he inherited it than anything else.