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[viking_seer]

"Anderson here. Leave a message and I'll get back to you. Thanks."

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[viking_seer]

Thanks.

Give Mae a scritch for me. Let me know when it comes through.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Seems like the soundproofing came through. Thanks.

[viking_seer]

Great.

I tried to get you a little more room for the dogs, but the Admiral said no.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

It's fine.

[He is quiet for a few days, but he comes back to her later:]

Let me in the Enclosure.

You can sit with me. [Which is the best way he knows how to ask.]

[viking_seer]

On my way. I'll meet you there.

[ She's there, in a coat, just in case. ]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He's in his normal fatigues, but they're buttoned a little tighter, covering more skin than normal. But he does have Mae since, of course, she likes to run around.]

Hey.

[He's distracted and quiet, not meeting her eyes as he waits for her to unlock the door for him.]

[viking_seer]

[ She'll lean down to greet Mae before glancing up to look at him. ]

Hey.

[ She looks at the door. ]

Let's get in. You set up the place?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He hasn't done it yet, but he goes for the keyboard once he's able, requesting Hope County for them, just wanting to do some walking in familiar ground. He opens the door and lets Mae run free into a field near the river.]

Home. Or, at least what was close enough for a while.

[He does at least try to include her.]

[viking_seer]

[She nods and she'll open the door, holding it for Mae to go running down before offering a soft, warm expression to him. Once he goes, she'll follow. ]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He shoves his hands in his pockets, taking something out as he sets off down the dirt road towards John's church. It's a long walk, but that's the point.

He has a music box in his hand, but doesn't open it yet.

[viking_seer]

She isn't going to ask. Not until he talks and makes it clear he's brought her for a reason.

Until then, she's just here for support.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He walks a while, not opening the box just yet. But eventually, he speaks.

"Today is a shit day," he mutters.

[viking_seer]

She looks over to him and she considers if she wants to ask. She decides that yes, she does.

"Something happen or... this day every year?"

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Time doesn't matter here," he tells her. "But I'm stuck in that place and I can't fucking get out."

Hence why he came to Saga and not Sweeney. He doesn't want to commiserate; he wants to snap the fuck out of it.

[viking_seer]

"Time matters," she says as she watches him. "You feel the minutes and the hours, you can act and people will feel the consequences."

A glance around.

"Why come here if you wanted to get unstuck?"

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"I mean that I don't fucking count this as the same months and days as home," he explains.

"And I came here because I like it here."

Mae runs off ahead of them, barking at a squirrel.

[viking_seer]

She just nods.

"Where is here, incidentally?"

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Montana. Hope County," he explains. "This is where we established our community."

He gestures ahead. "That's John's church."

[viking_seer]

"Is this where your family is from?" She asks as she looks ahead, "Or just the place that worked out for what you needed?"

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"No. We're from Georgia," he explains. "Worked hard to get that accent out of my mouth."

He sniffs. "This is where John could get land."

[viking_seer]

"Do you miss it?" And she'll clarify. "Your accent. Sounding like you did."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Nah. Left a lot of that behind me," he explains as they head into Fall's End. A water tower looms overhead with the name of the town written lazily on it. A few buildings - a general store, a bar, a smattering of homes and shops - are scattered around the main road. The church is down the way.

"But everything just seems so - fucking bland. Like Dorothy before she went for a ride in that twister. Out here, it's a little less..."

[viking_seer]

"I figure that's part of the intention behind it," she admits as she keeps walking along with him, "give people the opportunity to color it in themselves."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Yeah."

He doesn't sound convinced. The things that haunt him are louder here, not in the Enclosure, but here in this afterlife. He doesn't have control, feels like everything is slipping out of his fingers and out of his grasp.

Lark told him that he'd end up losing control here, spilling his secrets, giving people exactly what they want.

"Told you I was in the war, didn't I?" he starts out, trailing his fingers along the top of the music box before it gets replaced in his pocket.

[viking_seer]

"I think so, yes. Or I picked it up from your general demeanor. The dream." She nods. "I know, anyway."