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singillatim2025-06-24 08:19 pm
tinstar) wrote in singillatim2025-06-24 08:19 pm
Closed - What's a little hike to the coast?
Who: Raylan, Big Tim™, Zoey
What: Traveling to Silverpoint
When: Middle of June
Where: On the road to Silverpoint; Silverpoint
It had started out as a small thing. An idea that Raylan had gotten in his head, fed by locational claustrophobia. He'd been in Milton longer than he'd planned, for good reasons, but Tim was settled and the first wave of explorers had come back without stories of terror and trauma. Milton struck him too much like Harlan, even if the people were different. It was the small coal town of it all, one he'd been able to manage fairly well so far, the fact of which only made it more suffocating to stay. Thankfully, it was barely a discussion at all between him and Tim - the sniper got Raylan's plan with the first question of Raylan's packing and preparing, and was promptly invited along. Raylan would worry otherwise anyway, so he was happy when Tim said he'd come. Raylan was sure that Zoey, who he'd talked to a few days before hand as the idea was brewing and rallied into also coming with him, wouldn't mind.
Though how the pair would deal with their similar colorful circumstances wasn't something he could anticipate. Nor was how he was going to deal with it, considering the feelings of his that keep bubbling up around all the barriers he's ever built up.
The Marshals were prompt sort of men, especially with the never-ending sun fucking up any sense of day or night, and met Zoey at the edges of Milton at the mouth of the relatively new path out of the town. Both packed down with some gear and Goose between them, Raylan grins as Zoey joins them. Between the three of them, he was sure they were going to be just fine. Maybe even better than fine.
"Ready to go see what's over the horizon?" He really did love to get the hell out of wherever he was stuck at, when it came to places. "Wind's a little sharp but I don't think we'll have any trouble." He looks over at Tim, with a "What do you think?"
What: Traveling to Silverpoint
When: Middle of June
Where: On the road to Silverpoint; Silverpoint
Got that itch to see the waves again.
It had started out as a small thing. An idea that Raylan had gotten in his head, fed by locational claustrophobia. He'd been in Milton longer than he'd planned, for good reasons, but Tim was settled and the first wave of explorers had come back without stories of terror and trauma. Milton struck him too much like Harlan, even if the people were different. It was the small coal town of it all, one he'd been able to manage fairly well so far, the fact of which only made it more suffocating to stay. Thankfully, it was barely a discussion at all between him and Tim - the sniper got Raylan's plan with the first question of Raylan's packing and preparing, and was promptly invited along. Raylan would worry otherwise anyway, so he was happy when Tim said he'd come. Raylan was sure that Zoey, who he'd talked to a few days before hand as the idea was brewing and rallied into also coming with him, wouldn't mind.
Though how the pair would deal with their similar colorful circumstances wasn't something he could anticipate. Nor was how he was going to deal with it, considering the feelings of his that keep bubbling up around all the barriers he's ever built up.
The Marshals were prompt sort of men, especially with the never-ending sun fucking up any sense of day or night, and met Zoey at the edges of Milton at the mouth of the relatively new path out of the town. Both packed down with some gear and Goose between them, Raylan grins as Zoey joins them. Between the three of them, he was sure they were going to be just fine. Maybe even better than fine.
"Ready to go see what's over the horizon?" He really did love to get the hell out of wherever he was stuck at, when it came to places. "Wind's a little sharp but I don't think we'll have any trouble." He looks over at Tim, with a "What do you think?"
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The Marshals are prompt sort of men, and Zoey is a just as prompt sort of woman, so she’s just on the side of a tiny bit early to meet them with Chani trotting beside her, packed down with gear of her own (and an empty satchel for gathering supplies she might find on the way) and answering Raylan’s grin with one of her own before turning it on Tim, too. Her aura is a riotous swirl of fond purples and amused yellows, relaxed green, as well as the pink and gold she can't hide when she’s around Raylan. “More than ready, honestly,” she says with a laugh. “A change of scenery for a bit is deeply necessary.” Getting out of town with Raylan and Tim is exactly what she needs. Besides, she can use this trip to map out Silverpoint and the path in between.
Even if the trip might be… interesting. Given that two out of the three of them are not the most subtle right now, what with the walking talking mood ring thing. And never mind the feelings she might have for one of their number. Together they’ll make a good team, she thinks.