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Day 13

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"Find yourself a girl who loves Halloween. The one who embraces all the spooky shit. The ghosts and the pumpkins and bats. The girl who will queue up a marathon of horror movies and doesn't flinch when the goriest of slasher kills goes down on screen. Because that girl is tough."

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to the following in no particular order because i just started at the top of the notes and worked my way down....

thank you all so much for sending well wishes and good juju. as le Turtle mentioned previously on her update....i and my family unit arrived at the inlaws at about 230-300 am tuesday. we are safe and just waiting things out for the time being. Hoping we will have a home to go back to once Ian gets his slow moving 450 mile wide ass out the way and power has been restored. Because that this point power is a given thing we will lose and for a substantial amount of time given last time (with Irma) it took week. tho admittedly our governor did decide to get properly prepped this time around and Line trucks have already been called in to safe areas to be dispatched to where they are needed as soon as the storm is cleared.

(and if anyone that is reading this is or has family or friends in that line of work that volunteered or were assigned to this emergency call for help--thank you so much. you guys make all the difference in disasters like this we appreciate you/them SO much.)

but yes a bird and family are in a completely different state so we’re very much okay and out of Ian’s way. :) just please continue to keep our house and home in your thoughts. It and everyone still down there that chose to or couldn’t leave is going to need it.

@brooklynislandgirl - special thanks for keeping everyone up to date while i didn’t have the capacity and sending all your own good juju. -hugs-

-Crow

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Monday had officially been the longest day of Hannah’s life.

Based on the data available, every last student at her school had watched a video from the party at least once. Some, multiple times, some every last variation of the video taken from every angle. If there was a dedicated hash tag in existence, she would hardly be surprised. People had a lot of opinions that they clearly wanted to express. The notifications on Hannah’s phone had hit triple digits by Sunday evening, and she locked down all her social media soon after. Every message from randoms got deleted immediately. Even some of her friends got weird, especially the ones who bought into the narrative that Hannah and Noah were in some secret relationship.

So, Hannah dealt with it all by doing what she knew best – hiding. Blend into the background as much as possible became her goal in life. While Noah had offered support, that he would deal with any drama, she figured he had his own burdens to carry. After all, he was at the centre of the storm, and Hannah was only a side character compared to Olivia and all the crap she had spewed.

Tuesday was the second longest day of Hannah’s life, redeemed largely by the librarian letting her eat a home-packed lunch seated behind the check-out counter where no one could spot her. Better than the cafeteria.

Then came Wednesday.

Admittedly, the gossip mill was potentially starting to calm down. Without further fuel to add to the fire, people’s interest began to wane. One of the goth-inclined girls in homeroom congratulated Hannah for scoring a hottie, and a couple of cheerleaders whispered, but she started to feel she could breathe again.

A sensation which only lasted until second period came to an end and Hannah stopped by her locker to swap out some books. Waiting beside it was Josh McIntyre, all leaned back and decked out in his letterman jacket like a darn cliché. “Hey, Hannah.” A bob of his head in greeting, doing a glance of her chest first before deciding to bother looking her in the eye in what seemed to be an attempt at… charming her?

Part repulsed, part confused, Hannah stepped up to begin putting in her combination, only glancing at Josh as he lolled beside her, otherwise keeping her head down, the same survival tactic which had served well the past couple of days. “Hi Josh. Ummm…. Did you want something?”

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@multi-mused {{XX}}

Everything was strange and new all at once. Beth had brought Styxx to New York to visit the Spectres ~Donna and Harvey being more her parents than any one else~ and of course Uncle Lewis. To spend time with Jay. She’d eventually get to Chicago to visit with Auntie Jessica. She doesn’t speak a word of going and seeing the Admiral. She doesn’t know if the man is aware that she is married now and with the miracle of a son, too. One that was not even medically possible. But mostly Beth doesn’t want him latching onto the boy and leeching his poison into Styxx’s heart and mind.

And while Zarek was never a social man, she worries what he does when she and their son are out and about, if the boredom stokes his imagination and puts him in mind of all the reasons they should never have worked out. And of course that doesn’t sit well though she has to admit she’s relieved that he’s even here. Of course the weather had to turn unseasonably cold and snowy. Styxx has the same sense of wonder and delight as she had the first time she’d seen snow. The wind off Lake Pontchartrain and the cost can get nasty with cold but nothing like early winter in New York.

She’d set Styxx up in Andy’s old room, it would be good for the boy to feel close to his uncle and because Andy’s room was the one that was the best isolated in the old pre-war building. It had the heat on one side from the living room fire place, banked to embers and to which she assumes Zarek had just gone to touch up, smaller windows than the rest of the apartment but also Beth’s room.

It was a good choice.

Half asleep, she watches him stand in the door way. She’s never seen him hesitate. She also hasn’t forgotten just how breath-taking he is. She doesn’t draw another one until he’s pressed up against her and under her thick quilt.

“Lived here a decade. When Andy was home, we shared the same bed or made one up in front of the fire place if the old pipes were sluggish, like tonight.” She intentionally encourages the heaters in the huge loft to work just a little harder, to put out a little more magickal heat into the air. It is a completely coincidental effect. “He sleeping okay? It’s not too dark in there?” She’d given up her Makapu’u Point Lighthouse nightlight to keep him in its aura of mild light. The same nightlight that she’s slept with everywhere she’s been since she was a child so that Styxx would be comforted and protected by it.

She turns in his hold and nuzzles her face into the hollow of his collarbones below his throat and breathes him. “You’re chilly. Let me fix that.”

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Maybe it’s being back in the New York apartment, the place that Andy has always had in mind when the word home was spoken that makes things a little smoother than he might expect. Beth’s in the shower, and her mind is unusually restive. Styxx is just beyond them in the living-room nibbling on small apple-cinnamon pancakes and colouring using some of Beth’s art supplies. It’s a quiet moment, and one that he finds intriguing. This isn’t at all the way it was the last time he’d witnessed the small family together. And maybe Riley’s glad for that. He slants his gaze back toward his brother in law, taking a sip and listening without judgement. As a soldier, he understands war. The chain of command, the camaraderie, the need for violence when defending family and country. But its the rest where they diverge. Zarek with his fury. Riley having to find ways of channeling those feelings elsewhere. But then again, he was never an Incarna. Never a being plucked out of myth and legend. But the question catches him off-guard. “...Huh? What?” His brows knit and he cocks his head to one side, trying to see where Zarek might have gotten that idea, but no matter which way he twists and turns the question over in his mind, he fails to see the connection. “I dunno what you’re getting at? If I hold any authority over her, it’s because she gives it to me. And by that I mean that I was always her buffer between herself and the world, that I was the one who protected her, took care of her, always knew what was best. But I wouldn’t say giving this another go is really rebellion. I think her going to Louisiana in the first place was rebellion. But to be fair, at the time I was scattered across a desert, and was believed KIA.” And it was Riley’s turn to drink from his coffee, putting things together carefully. “I think trying to put things right for you is her way of keeping her family together. I don’t think she wants Styxx to have to be shuttled back and forth between his parents. I don’t think she wants to repeat the way she grew up, and I think she truly loves you. I have known her all her life. Through every bout of depression, every bit of mania, everything between and I’ve never seen her like that. Without you. So no. I asked you because... It occurs to me that we don’t know each other like we should and I guess I just wanna know how you tick.”

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Alyssa knocked hard on the door that she hoped belong to Creed. At least that’s what the man who’d caught her wandering around the compound and recognized her from following him around. She shoved her hands in the pockets of her jean shorts and dug the toe of her shoe into the floor. At least she knew that he couldn’t just kick her out. She would just find her way back again.