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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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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.