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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.
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Besides, he feels far more comfortable traveling in a small group with Raylan and Zoey than he would have with several people he doesn't yet know and therefore, doesn't yet trust. The loyalty between him and Raylan is implicit, and what's building between him and Zoey has the solid foundation of her saving him from frostbite.
All of this to say: there's nobody else he'd rather set out on this adventure with.
It is going to be interesting, what with two of them flashing like neon signs. Tim's aura is awash in the greens of content and comfort, the purples of familiarity, a brand new shade of electric blue marking his excitement. The pink, of course, that's always present when Raylan is. It's kind of hilarious, the way that he and Zoey match in that effect. He's laden with his share of gear, and he knows they've all triple and quadruple checked they have everything they need.
"I reckon we'll be fine. Should be at our backs for most of the trip." Barring any crazy weather disasters, but he knows that goes without saying. He looks between his two compatriots. "Let's get this circus on the road."
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It only took about an hour before Raylan decided to fill the silence a little more.
"So what have y'all heard from the grapevine about what we're gonna find on the other side of the dam? I'm assumin' we're stayin' the night at Lakeside for at least a night, and I'm eager to take a look around. See what's changed."
He was also eager to see what Tim thought about it all. Tim was just as familiar with mountain people and the constant back and forth between tree hugging hippies, miners, and a Company wanting to invest in an area that was hostile to it.
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Still cold, though. The day it’s NOT is the day she’s going to think the world’s ending. Again. Her running hot and having fire available at her fingertips is probably going to come in useful.
“I think staying at Lakeside is a good idea,” she agrees. “Having a proper roof over our head for another night before we head into the unknown. Can’t hurt to poke around again, either.” Given the earthquakes, and the already large change they’d caused. It absolutely can’t hurt. Who knows what else might have been unearthed. Zoey glances over at Tim. “Have you been to Lakeside, yet?” He’s still fairly new, and a lot has happened since his arrival, so. She’s not sure he’s had the time. Or the opportunity.
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He does prefer the heat of the desert of the snowy hellscape they're in. It's frigid, though not as much as it was when he made the very first walk to Milton through the woods. It's a little reminiscent of that, with Zoey at one side of him.
"Haven't made it to Lakeside yet," he answers. "I heard the trip through the dam is a little dicey with all the floodin'. Don't know how that still stands now, though."
The last thing they need is to be wet and cold.
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He looks over at Zoey and grins. Honestly, he did not want to know how Tim would have taken that, considering how much it rattles Raylan to be that deep in the earth again. Too many feelings about that and ones he isn't looking to investigate. He's pretty sure the only reason he made it all the way through was because of Zoey.
"And I figure it probably stands the same as it was when that person went through. Earthquakes are the only thing around here that changes anything. I heard we oughta expect corpses on the other side of it. Seems like it's a pretty straightforward walk otherwise. Maybe we'll get lucky and it'll be downhill."
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As Raylan says that they should expect bodies, she has a sinking feeling in her stomach. She remembers, back when she first arrived. Seeing the last minutes of those who had died in Milton. Ghosts brought back to a flickering, momentary life by the Aurora. She suspects they’re about to find out what happened to the rest. Without the Aurora, maybe they’ll be spared seeing their last moments play out in front of them. They can only hope.
“Lucky? Here?” She says with a soft almost laugh. “I’d sooner expect attack otters.” Wouldn’t be the weirdest thing that’s happened since she showed up here. And this place doesn’t seem inclined towards luck. At least not much of the good sort.
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There's no guarantee the new path won't just be a different kind of hell, but they can hope. They do a lot of that around here.
Oh, right. Corpses. It's really not his fault that he's so desensitized to death and destruction that it completely slipped his mind to be worth mentioning. Not everybody has walked through the husks of desert villages after an airstrike. Bodies littering the streets, rarely in one piece, blood soaking into the dirt, everything smelling like explosives and iron. At least these bodies will have all their organs on the inside.
"Y'all can close your eyes and I'll hold your hands through the scary parts." He pauses. "Unless there's attack otters, then someone's gettin' tripped."
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He snorts at 'Attack otters' and keeps his focus on the one foot in front of the other but the further they push on, the harder it gets to draw breath. The air was suddenly sharper and colder than he was used to. For the moment, it's written off as an elevation thing.
"All the better to not lose you two, my dear," he can't help but say, glancing back at Tim before glancing at Zoey and then at the path ahead. "I wanna stop at Young Bill's place too on our way out. Pay my respects. But I hear there's more people in Silverpoint too. Maybe more supplies. Maybe real whiskey."
His priorities were so very straight.
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Fond purple and pinks swirl intensely in her aura for a moment at his words before immediately being broken by irritated, immensely annoyed black. Fuck the tricks this place pulls. She doesn't say a word, just staunchly ignoring her aura and turning the conversation towards more important things. “I’d like to pay my respects, too.” Zoey hadn’t gone on the bear hunt that had ended Young Bill’s life, hadn’t had a chance to pay respects properly before now. (She’d done her own little ritual, in the Ancient Greek style, but paying respects at his cabin feels… right.)
“Fingers crossed. More supplies and real whiskey, more alcohol in general, would be a really good fucking find.” She’d lucked out in that the house she’d claimed as her own had had a decently stocked cellar, but given the state of the world they’ve found themselves in it wouldn’t hurt to restock it a little. There’s a reason why she brought an empty satchel. “Wouldn’t mind some new books to read, either. Maybe find more information about general goings-on. A few more puzzle pieces, anyway.”
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Though he's not unfamiliar with paying respects to strangers who died fighting the good fight. He's actually all too familiar with it.
The air feels thin and dry. Drawing in a full breath is becoming increasingly more difficult, but he's managing. It's different from the shortness of breath that comes with the desert's heavy, oppressive heat -- at least there's not sand gritting between his teeth -- but it's the same mind over matter training. A steady in and out, a constant redirection of his focus.
"Figure there's still a whole lotta puzzle pieces scattered about Silverpoint left to find. Too much for one trip unless we plan on stayin' awhile."
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That was, by any and all accounts, forever ago. Ages, years. Tim might not even remember so readily, but Raylan did. It was going to be one of the only situations where Raylan actually longed for the Kentucky heat of summer, and all the damned bugs with it.
He nods at Zoey in agreement on all her points. "I'm hopin' we find some more answers there. Maps, last correspondence, some hint as to what the last connections to the outside world. Some way to.. I dunno. There's gotta be a lighthouse if there's a coast, right? Definitely enough for a second trip out."
He pauses, panting softly. "We goin' up in elevation sharply and I not notice somehow?"