#nxtwhatheseems

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“Join you? For grub?”

Olivia wasn’t surprised by Stan’s offer but it was rather late. The only place that was open was the Greasy’s Diner. Rarely did Olivia ever go out to eat so late and was not what you called a night owl but...

“I don’t mind. Luckily at Greasy’s Diner we can order breakfast. I could go for some waffles.” There’s a grin and a giggle given to Stan from Olivia now. “Will it be yer treat?”

[dirnensions]

“Gee Idunno, I-I-I’m pretty sure I just said what I was doing. Borrowing your car battery. Borrowing. Like I was gonna give it back.”

Pulling his hands back to avoid several broken fingers, Rick pockets the device and crosses his arms, jumper cables still in hand. Seems it was gonna be one of those days...

“L-Listen, Fez, I don’t have time and don’t give a shit enough to explain the gravity of the situation other than I need power, and all the cars I’ve seen are pieces of sh-- they’re garbage.”

“I will literally leave your whole fucking dimension if you let me use your car.”

@nxtwhatheseems con’t

[grunkle4d]

Only Child

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Stanley never had a chance to meet his uncle Stanford, he’d died before he was born. His father was always very tight-lipped about his brother, giving the sense that he was ashamed of the man and not at all sad that he was long dead. The only clue Stanley had ever really gotten about who his uncle even was, was a brief bout of anger when his father was drunk one night and went on a rant about how his good-for-nothing brother had selfishly hoarded some large amount of money he’d gotten from some kind of achievement his father hadn’t specified, and left the rest of his family to rot in destitution while he went out to live on the west coast in a fancy cabin in the woods.

There were so many years between that and the notice that Stanley was being passed down a cabin after attempting to give it to charity had fallen through for legal safety reasons, that he’d almost forgotten who it belonged to. The cabin was in bad shape when Stan got there, with some kind of crazy cult symbolism all over the place, most of which Stan was able to clear out in a big junk scrapping run, but some of which was built directly into the walls and windows themselves. At a glance, it looks like illuminati shit, but that’s probably a myth, anyway. Besides, the place was free, without any mortgage since his crazy uncle had it built on the land, all Stan had to pay were utilities and the land tax, both of which were much less than paying for a house anywhere else would have been.

Rural Oregon was never his idea of a good time, but it was enough of a base of operations for him to swing back around to now and then between traveling gigs to keep himself busy. The locals were weird, and the wildlife was weirder, so he never stuck around for very long, it was just a cheaper place to land between jobs than a motel would be.

It’s during one of those brief stays that he hears something weird. It wakes him up in the middle of the night, and while his first instinct might have been ordinarily to think that someone was breaking in, that doesn’t seem to track for this. It’s a deep rumbling noise, like an earthquake. The entire cabin quivers like an earthquake. But there’s a strange, faint blue light seeping up from the floorboards, shining up through streams of dust. With a bit of exploring, Stan might find a panel of the wall downstairs he never thought twice about before, where a rectangle of that same blue light is shining out on all four sides of a hidden door.

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❛❛ Common sense is the sixth sense you’re all missing. ❜❜

— —★ “That’s rich comin’ from you,” He grumbles, not impressed by the dorito demon. “You’ve been braggin’ about how old you are, yet it’s taken you this long to get remotely close to accomplishing your goal? Sounds pretty pathetic to me.”

“WHAT CAN I SAY? THE ROAD TO VICTORY IS BUMPY; LIFE WILL NEVER ALLOW YOU THE EASY WIN. SOMETIMES IT ISN’T A CHESS GAME. SOMETIMES, IT’S A WAITING GAME, AND SEEING YOUR UGLY MUGS ANOTHER CENTURY.”

The disdain in Cipher’s voice is obvious as he eyes the man with a look of deadpan, yet intrigue. Ah, Stanley. The ignored twin; the stupid one; yet in some weird way, one smarter than  S I X E R  would ever be. Admittedly, that was something Bill could respect, and perhaps being a fellow con-man had something to do with it. There had always been a reason he tread carefully around the guy.

“I MEAN, THAT ❛ TATTOO ❜ OF YOURS CERTAINLY HAS SOMETHING TO SHOW FOR IT, DOESN’T IT, FEZ?”

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@nxtwhatheseems (x)

“I mean- I ain’t gonna argue with ya about the makin’ a good pot of joe but come on. You never wanna... sit an’ talk.”

Olivia chuckles at how Stan hadn’t wanted to do anything tonight. When he had called Olivia to come over to distract her she had thought it was another excuse for them to go out to do a heist or drink at the bar. Not sit on the couch, drink coffee and talk. Olivia hadn’t minded but it was quite out of Stan’s character to open up. The man rarely talked about anything deep or intense. It was nothing but jokes and goofing around when it came to Stan.

Olivia sips the mug of coffee slowly and sighs softly as she relaxes against the arm of the couch.

“That’s why I’m surprised. You always want to do somethin’ illegal.”

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@nxtwhatheseems (x)

“You’re.. you’re not wrong in that department. The gossip in this town gets around fast an’ everyone thinks you’re some secret government guy doin’ who knows what in the woods.” Olivia gives a small smirk to Stan now. Perhaps it was a joke on her part but most of what was said by the brown woman was true. Even the owner of the local diner Susan thought Stan was some hot shot science man in disguise. 

“Maybe you’re right. This town is pretty mysterious an’ I think the people crave it. Plus you’re not goin’ for just the townsfolk are ya? Tourists traps are usually meant for the out of town folk than the locals.”

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@nxtwhatheseems (x)

Stan seemed to be in a daydream. Whatever had set Stanford off into this daze was not comforting. The day had turned out swell for the two. Olivia and Stan were trying to figure out the environment that Stan wanted for his tourist attraction and the decor that went with it. When Stan had a good look at the calendar at what day he should open in the day, that's when everything went quiet.

Whatever Stan had witnessed on his own calendar put the man into a silent daze and the features on his face changed drastically. Olivia's instincts were to drastically (and without thought) comfort Stan, feeling as if words were not the best option for how Stan was appearing right now.

Olivia gives a squeeze around Stan's waist, face in his back as she embraced her friend from behind. Olivia's face was warm and the faint scent of Stanford (cheap laundry powder, cologne and cigar) tickled Olivia's nose in the hug.

In the moment Olivia thought it was best to remain silent with Stan but when his voice breaks that silence Olivia exhales into Stan's back, mumbling a small response.

"You look like you needed a hug."

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⚠ (Hope you don't mind!)

Mabel let out a giggly squeal. “Grunkle Stan! Put me down!”