( martin and john's text messages are an eclectic collection with time stamps ranging all around the clock (particularly from john's end, as he hadn't had a particularly healthy sleep schedule before taking the role of Head Archivist, and it's only gotten worse from there): the domestic logistics of hashing out needed supplies and impending repairs to jokes, observations, wry witticisms, sarcastic rejoinders, words of affection, discussions of plans, and the occasional reminisce—
this message (likely sent at another ungodly hour), however, is a little more immediate and potentially actionable. )
[ If texts weren't such a useful way to send notes about the weirdness of their new home, Martin's contributions would gravitate toward affection, nitpicking John into coming to bed, you ridiculous man, and cat memes. Tonight, Martin is tied up on an odd job -- so it doesn't shock him to see a text from John at said ungodly hour. He's still going to roll his eyes (fondly, thank you) when it doesn't seem to be an emergency. Always a plus. ]
Alright, you've got my attention. How far are you wanting to head out this time?
[ Martin actually kind of enjoys the road trips, even if he's pretty sure this one will be more or less 'business' over pleasure. He knows what he signed up for. ]
( oh, those themes certainly do appear on occasion in the stream-of-consciousness that was their text record; it's just a shame that the more dire and/or creepy aspects of living in this place often fight for priority. even that luxury resort that had showed up in the middle of nowhere had ended up being just as ominously mysterious as it'd been relaxing (if not more...). )
That depends. How far out from Panorama were you when you picked up your "hitchhiker?"
Already tried it. Got an hour out and had to turn around. I did try to push him out but that obviously didn't work.
[ And he had. Tried to push him out. It had almost worked, but fuzzy headed or not, his other half is stubborn. Every day, he feels a little more real. It's nice. He doesn't even mind working. His hitchhiker should be grateful for the break. ]
There was a lot of fog, though. I recognize the irony.
Edited (I realized my tags were all messed up. RIP.) Date: 2025-07-12 02:11 am (UTC)
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Date: 2025-07-07 02:40 am (UTC)this message (likely sent at another ungodly hour), however, is a little more immediate and potentially actionable. )
Up for a road trip later?
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Date: 2025-07-07 03:27 am (UTC)Alright, you've got my attention. How far are you wanting to head out this time?
[ Martin actually kind of enjoys the road trips, even if he's pretty sure this one will be more or less 'business' over pleasure. He knows what he signed up for. ]
no subject
Date: 2025-07-08 08:29 am (UTC)That depends.
How far out from Panorama were you when you picked up your "hitchhiker?"
Yeah I'm going with it.
Date: 2025-07-09 03:04 pm (UTC)Already tried it. Got an hour out and had to turn around. I did try to push him out but that obviously didn't work.
[ And he had. Tried to push him out. It had almost worked, but fuzzy headed or not, his other half is stubborn. Every day, he feels a little more real. It's nice. He doesn't even mind working. His hitchhiker should be grateful for the break. ]
There was a lot of fog, though. I recognize the irony.