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[finstergrayson]

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Horatio shook his head, not believing that they could possibly have miscalculated this badly. More than once. “I don’t understand it,” he said, leaning beside Finster - pointedly ignoring the biting comment. “I’ve checked and rechecked our maths and we should be at the rendezvous point by now.”

He furrowed his brow. “Wait. Is this rock the rendezvous point?”

“No one else is here,” Finster pointed out, but looked around as though there might be a sign proclaiming “Rendezvous!” somewhere nearby. He shrugged, looking up at the moon. “This is why you don’t split the party, you know. You could take these off,” Finster added, inclining his head at the restraints. “I’m telling you, I’m not dangerous.” Blatantly untrue. He amended, “I’m not dangerous to you.” Probably. “I’m not a pirate anymore. Really.”

[lucindarobinsonvevo-main]

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Charlie would not go so far to say that he doesn’t believe in aliens. He just doesn’t believe that they would ever come to earth. Why would they? This planet is miserable at the best of times. But this miserable planet still works on Capitalism, so he still needed money. Which meant investigation claims of a ‘alien ghost UFO’ in a local corn field.

As he approached the field, he noticed a man by the outskirts. He trekked up the small hill to the edge of the flattened produce, and grabbed his digital camera out of his bag. He paused to glance at the other man.  “Come to see the sights?”

[the-fae-icarus]

"There are some people who believe a photo captures their soul." [hhinspace]

Alair glanced up from the page they were writing. “Yes, I’ve heard of that. Sometimes I even think there might some truth to it.”

[finstergrayson]

◯ Our muses are lost under a full moon //hhinspace

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“I’m telling you,” Finster said, “we passed this same rock an hour ago. For the second time.”  He leaned against it as he spoke, craning his neck one way and then the other, trying to work the knots out. “This is ridiculous. We’re both navigators.” It was hard to read Horatio’s expression even in the light of the perfect harvest moon hanging over them. “You could sit down. Rest a minute.” Finster grinned, showing teeth, “I don’t bite.”