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i_salted_deanSam stretched and sat up from where she'd passed out on the couch, then looked around the pleasantly decorated and comfortably furnished mobile home with wonder. She and Leeroy had been living here for a few weeks now, and she still wasn't used to it, or to the peaceful lack of warning vibes from the surrounding countryside.
Groaning slightly, she peeled herself off the couch and wandered a little drunkenly over to the kitchen section of the big main room, feeling her head go weeee from how long she'd been laying flat. -'Roy? Where are you?-
Groaning slightly, she peeled herself off the couch and wandered a little drunkenly over to the kitchen section of the big main room, feeling her head go weeee from how long she'd been laying flat. -'Roy? Where are you?-
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i_salted_deanSam woke to the sound of Petra's 'This Means War' from Rob's room and stared blankly at Leeroy for a few moments before rolling away from him and grabbing her crutches to make her way into the bathroom so that she could run some cold water and rub it on her face. The dreams had filled her sleep again, but she was still too numb to really care.
The days since Mathias' funeral all seemed to blur together; all she really remembered of them was staying close to Leeroy and trying to be supportive at the same time as she sought comfort herself. Her world had become a dark dream, and right now she couldn't see her way out of it.
She frowned at herself in the mirror, then touched the tub and found it cool. Setting aside her crutches, she got into it and settled down to stare at the ceiling, tuning out the old rock song and everything else but Leeroy's sleeping thoughts.
The days since Mathias' funeral all seemed to blur together; all she really remembered of them was staying close to Leeroy and trying to be supportive at the same time as she sought comfort herself. Her world had become a dark dream, and right now she couldn't see her way out of it.
She frowned at herself in the mirror, then touched the tub and found it cool. Setting aside her crutches, she got into it and settled down to stare at the ceiling, tuning out the old rock song and everything else but Leeroy's sleeping thoughts.
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teh-rest.livejournal.comLeeroy wasn't too sure how the night guard at the Kennedy Space Center had acquired Sam's name. He assumed it was the Internet - everything's the Internet's fault these days - but he couldn't be too sure, as the guy looked to be about sixty and the type who wouldn't touch a computer to save his life.
"They're freakin' out the dogs," he said in a Southern accent. "And we ain't been able to photograph 'em, either." He pointed to the large behemoth of metal that could be seen a few miles in the distance. "They're always there."
It was, Leeroy recognized, launch pad 39-B. Jeimu had launched from there not even a year ago.
Why freaks were hanging out around launchpads, Leeroy wasn't certain. He turned to Sam and asked quietly, "What d'you make of all this, eh?"
"They're freakin' out the dogs," he said in a Southern accent. "And we ain't been able to photograph 'em, either." He pointed to the large behemoth of metal that could be seen a few miles in the distance. "They're always there."
It was, Leeroy recognized, launch pad 39-B. Jeimu had launched from there not even a year ago.
Why freaks were hanging out around launchpads, Leeroy wasn't certain. He turned to Sam and asked quietly, "What d'you make of all this, eh?"
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random_xtras and her gang..
She peered into the darkness, seeing farther and further than most human beings could. They had all just entered the abandoned asylum and were preparing to split up into pairs and attend to their posts.
The revants were there, milling about and doing what she could only assume to be their normal type of activity, swarming around as though looking for people. Looking for people to leach bad feelings out of, Leeroy had said.
Vanya found it all very strange.
"I count at least twenty," she muttered to the people beside her. "Is anyone seeing any different?"
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random_xtras and her gang..She peered into the darkness, seeing farther and further than most human beings could. They had all just entered the abandoned asylum and were preparing to split up into pairs and attend to their posts.
The revants were there, milling about and doing what she could only assume to be their normal type of activity, swarming around as though looking for people. Looking for people to leach bad feelings out of, Leeroy had said.
Vanya found it all very strange.
"I count at least twenty," she muttered to the people beside her. "Is anyone seeing any different?"
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i_salted_deanSam walked through the door and came back into the motel room. Glancing at the bed where Leeroy still slept, she pulled on a pair of jeans and left to go get coffee and something to eat.
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teh-rest.livejournal.comLeeroy was sleeping soundly for what might be the first time since arriving on the island.
It was entirely possible that the prospect of six weeks' worth of no work as Sal re-assumed captain's role upon the Lukey (which meant that the trawler was undergoing a fresh round of repairs and a complete refitting, most of which would be done by Sal herself) was relieving much of the stress that he had been feeling lately.
Or maybe it was due to what happened the afternoon immediately following Jeimu's launch - when what he had come to know (although perhaps not as intimately as some of his friend) as the very presence of God had touched his brothers, instilling in them a sense of forgiveness.
All things told, he had lately felt a lot less responsible for everyone's well being. Or, rather, almost everyone.
He still wasn't entirely sure where things stood between he and Sam - she had her line of work and he was constantly worried about her - but, nonetheless, the two of them were spending an awful lot of their free time together.
She'd said she was leaving Port aux Basques early in the morning; and so it was his intent to wake up to see her off.
But for now, he slept.
It was entirely possible that the prospect of six weeks' worth of no work as Sal re-assumed captain's role upon the Lukey (which meant that the trawler was undergoing a fresh round of repairs and a complete refitting, most of which would be done by Sal herself) was relieving much of the stress that he had been feeling lately.
Or maybe it was due to what happened the afternoon immediately following Jeimu's launch - when what he had come to know (although perhaps not as intimately as some of his friend) as the very presence of God had touched his brothers, instilling in them a sense of forgiveness.
All things told, he had lately felt a lot less responsible for everyone's well being. Or, rather, almost everyone.
He still wasn't entirely sure where things stood between he and Sam - she had her line of work and he was constantly worried about her - but, nonetheless, the two of them were spending an awful lot of their free time together.
She'd said she was leaving Port aux Basques early in the morning; and so it was his intent to wake up to see her off.
But for now, he slept.
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i_salted_deanSam walked out of the bathroom, then paused and quirked an eyebrow as she realized she'd walked into the Cafe. Shaking her head, she turned and walked through the door again, only to come out in a bar she remembered from Seattle; one her brother had really liked and had returned to whenever they'd been in the city. She cocked her head and felt for Them, but didn't sense any. -Not my reality. Whose then?-
Frowning, she walked to the bar and ordered a beer.
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fire-in-flight.livejournal.comThe sky is cloudy and grey, but it doesn't look like rain.
For this, Sal is grateful. She'd brought the giant behemoth of a maroon van out from the garage and was now dutifully vacuuming it. In her three year absence it had acquired a lot of dust, and several small insects littered the floor of the thing.
It was good to be back home - even if it was only for a little while. She wasn't sure how long she'd get to sleep in her old bed, to lounge in her old living room, and cheerfully answer the tourism enquiries of what seemed like a billion and one American tourists (most of whom were coerced into coming to this particular B&B by Jav).
She'd also spent the mornings watching Jeimu's friend Vic brandish a feather duster. He was an interesting character, this one...
Sal rooted around the garage, looking for her garden hose and some car wash soap. They were taking that van to Aubrey's Florida beach house to watch the launch, and she figured it wouldn't hurt for it to at least seem somewhat respectable.
She finally finds the hose and walks around to the side of the house to connect it.
And she shrieks when she notices a shimmery pattern in the air. She trips over a decorative stone and manages to sprawl out in front of the van in time to catch her balance.
"Why do you do this to me at the worst times, b'y?" she said under her breath.
For this, Sal is grateful. She'd brought the giant behemoth of a maroon van out from the garage and was now dutifully vacuuming it. In her three year absence it had acquired a lot of dust, and several small insects littered the floor of the thing.
It was good to be back home - even if it was only for a little while. She wasn't sure how long she'd get to sleep in her old bed, to lounge in her old living room, and cheerfully answer the tourism enquiries of what seemed like a billion and one American tourists (most of whom were coerced into coming to this particular B&B by Jav).
She'd also spent the mornings watching Jeimu's friend Vic brandish a feather duster. He was an interesting character, this one...
Sal rooted around the garage, looking for her garden hose and some car wash soap. They were taking that van to Aubrey's Florida beach house to watch the launch, and she figured it wouldn't hurt for it to at least seem somewhat respectable.
She finally finds the hose and walks around to the side of the house to connect it.
And she shrieks when she notices a shimmery pattern in the air. She trips over a decorative stone and manages to sprawl out in front of the van in time to catch her balance.
"Why do you do this to me at the worst times, b'y?" she said under her breath.
i_salted_deanSam pulled the Impala to a stop and peered through the darkness at the broken down house on the other side of the wooden gate, feeling the presense of Them plainly. She sat there for a moment, watching for signs of movement, but only saw a fairy gopher bounce across the weed-grown driveway.
"They're all inside." She opened her door and got out, throwing up one last prayer for a quick, clean job.
"They're all inside." She opened her door and got out, throwing up one last prayer for a quick, clean job.
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August 30th, 2006 12:38 amteh-rest.livejournal.comLeeroy had learned his lesson.
Never, ever swap the memory cards on Jeimu's PlayStation 2. And don't hide the one that had all her DDR save games on it.
She'd sworn up a storm and then opened up a portal in the living room and kicked him through it. Now he was here, in a strange bar in a strange city. He didn't feel too concerned, Mu would bring him back when she decided he deserved to set foot on Newfoundland again.
But while he was here there was only one thing to do.
"What d'ye got fer beers, b'y?" he asked the bartender.
Never, ever swap the memory cards on Jeimu's PlayStation 2. And don't hide the one that had all her DDR save games on it.
She'd sworn up a storm and then opened up a portal in the living room and kicked him through it. Now he was here, in a strange bar in a strange city. He didn't feel too concerned, Mu would bring him back when she decided he deserved to set foot on Newfoundland again.
But while he was here there was only one thing to do.
"What d'ye got fer beers, b'y?" he asked the bartender.
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