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The (Usually) Bearded Sunshine Tour
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(Mis)Adventures of Caleb Brewster and the fangirls of TURN
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beardedsunshinetour · 7 years ago
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The main ring is now complete, and I’ll have a few more designs hopefully this weekend, and I’ll start doing some ‘unofficial’ ring member designs as well as some of the ‘enemy’ characters.
So if you’re interested - they come on t-shirts, sweatshirts, hoodies, tote bags, backpacks, ipad cases, iphone cases, all sorts of goodness. (You can click on the ‘Available products’ button on each design’s page to see everything available.) If you don’t see something you would like to have, let me know and I’ll see what I can do!
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beardedsunshinetour · 8 years ago
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Brewster! • [detail of a commission for @princesspatria ]
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beardedsunshinetour · 8 years ago
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#WeLoveCampaign (One Last Ride)
Turn Fans, @turnland and I have finally organized the schedule for the #WeLove Twitter Party for the TURN cast and crew. 
The event will officially begin on August 16, 2017. We are only tweeting Monday-Friday with the exception of the first week. This event will carry over into September. The campaign will begin each day at 9AM Pacific Time/12PM Eastern Time until that night. You can always scheduled your tweets in advance if you cannot tweet live.
Each day is devoted to a character/actor. For example, there will be a day for Simcoe. Another day will be for Anna. One will be for Peggy and so forth. 
@turnland and I are asking that people make GIFs, fanart, or just tweet something nice and respectable to the cast for bringing these characters to life. You are not limited to just those three options. Whatever is on your heart to do, please feel free to share it. Trust me, the cast loves to receive these small tokens of appreciation from Turn fans. 
We are starting with the minor characters from all 4 seasons who were important to the show in some fashion before getting to the core cast. Please be advised that if we omitted a character, it was not on purpose. 
I will continue to post reminders on Tumblr and Twitter regarding the events. You can follow me on twitter @Writer_4Christ. You may follow @Turnland on twitter as well. 
Please share the word. If you desire to make graphics promoting the event then that’s fine. The more people who know the better.
Some of the actors do not have twitter so we are going to hashtag their name. Try to use the hashtag #TURNamc as well.
Here is the schedule:
Week 1: 
August 16- #WeLoveSturridge @dylan_saunders
August 17- #WeLoveChampe #ChrisWebster
August 18- #WeLoveAnnaBarnes @Tina_Benko
Week 2:
August 21- #WeLoveCooke @JonnyCoyneActor
August 22- #WeLoveClinton @Ralphwjbrown
August 23- #WeLoveMulligan @KellyAuCoin77
August 24- #WeLoveRivington @MrJCLynch
August 25- #WeLoveFreddy @ActorJoshPrice
Week 3:
August 28- #WeLoveBeckyFranks @lauralong08
August 29- #WeLoveCicero #DarrenAlford
August 30- #WeLovePhilomena @AmyGumenick
August 31- #WeLoveMarthaW #LilliBirdsell
September 1- #WeLoveEnsignBaker @TheThomasKeegan
Week 4:
September 4- #WeLoveBillyLee @GentryWhite
September 5- #WeLoveSelah @abandonstation
September 6- #WeLoveAnna @heatherglind
September 7- #WeLoveHewlett @burngorman
September 8- #WeLoveAkinbode  @AldisHodge
Week 5:
September 11- #WeLoveAbigail @IdaraVictor
September 12- #WeLovePeggy  @KseniaSolo
September 13- #WeLoveAndre #JJFeild
September 14- #WeLoveOwain (I’ll always thank the actor for his portrayal of Benedict)  @OYeoman
September 15- #WeLoveBen #SethNumrich
Week 6:
September 18- #WeLoveCaleb  @daniel_henshall
September 19- #WeLoveMary @ @MeeganWarner
September 20- #WeLoveRogers  @macfadyenangus
September 21- #WeLoveRichard  @exkevinmcnally
September 22- #WeLoveLafayette  @BrianNWiles
Week 7:
September 25- #WeLoveSimcoe  @samuelroukin
September 26- #WeLoveHamilton  @seanmhaggerty
September 27- #WeLoveGW  @IanKahn
September 28- #WeLoveTownsend  @westratenick
September 29- #WeLoveAbe  @1jamiebell
September 30-#WeLoveTURNAMC (Tweeting the writers/producers:  @MorganicInk,  @AlexRoseWriter,  @sesfonstein,  @TheOtherMisterT,  @LibbyFriz,  @hotscottrod,  @makselrad
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beardedsunshinetour · 8 years ago
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the culper ring, first scenes and last [2/2]
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the culper ring, first scenes and last [½]
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beardedsunshinetour · 8 years ago
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The show may be ending, but the bromance is forever.
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Somebody apparently gave Steph access to the gif maker.
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beardedsunshinetour · 8 years ago
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victory or death
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beardedsunshinetour · 8 years ago
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Installment the second
Or, Caleb’s Bright Idea
“So which of you is gonna tell me how you know about Culper?” Caleb asked, cocking his head to the side. His gaze traveled over each of their faces, pausing for a moment as though he were reading their thoughts. “None of ya? All right, then.” He nodded his head and licked his lips. “How’s about we start with how you got behind the lines, then?”
“What is even happening right now?” Leena whispered, her wavering voice noticeably higher than it had been a few minutes ago.
“Shoosh,” June admonished, squeezing Leena’s arm as she worked her way to the front of the group.  She folded her arms over her chest, mimicking Caleb’s pose. “We’ve told you already, honey. We were takin’ the air and that storm blew in from Lord knows where, and the next thing we know, we’re talkin’ to you boys. Never set eyes on any sentry.”
Addie held her breath, her eyes darting between Caleb and June.
The skin around Caleb’s eyes crinkled as his grin grew. “All right,” he conceded. “Let’s say I believe that.” He sniffed. “Don’t explain knowin’ Culper,” he prodded.
June shifted her weight and raised her eyebrows.
“Nothin’ to say about that?” he asked.
June sniffed.
Behind her, Addie became aware of Leena’s increasingly short breaths. Oh, God. She’s going to lose it.
“Get a grip, Leena,” Mal hissed.
Addie elbowed her sister.
“Oh, come on,” Steph said, walking towards the door. “This isn’t real, guys.”
Caleb moved to the side, blocking her exit. “Don’t think you wanna be doin’ that. Those boys outside’ve been told to shoot anyone comes out that ain’t me.”
Steph stopped, casting a look over her shoulder to the remaining women.
Addie shook her head. Steph let out a huff and came back to the group, throwing herself down onto the hay. “It’s not real,” she muttered under her breath.
“So. Where did you hear the name ‘Culper’?” Caleb repeated.
~
Two hours later, the other women had joined Steph in the hay. Caleb was pacing in front of the group, firing off the same questions – how did they know about Culper, and what did they know about Simcoe?
Addie’s nerves were on edge; she couldn’t take her eyes off of Caleb. Beside her, Mal groaned and shook her head. The luster had worn off of their excitement.
“So you none of ya want to eat, then?” he asked, stopping in front of them.
At this new question, Steph lifted her head from the hay. “You’re going to starve us unless we tell you what you want to hear?” she asked. “The general isn’t going to be pleased to hear about that.”
“So you know Washington as well, now, do ya?” Caleb asked with a smirk.
“I know he doesn’t like prisoners to be ill-treated,” Steph said.
“That so?” he asked, taking a step closer to her. “And how d’ya know that?”
“Common sense,” Mal muttered.
Caleb shifted his gaze to her, cocking his head.
“Yeah,” he said after a moment, sniffing. “’Cept maybe he don’t even know you’re here.”
“Oh God.” Leena’s voice squeaked, and Addie closed her eyes against the hiccupping sobs that began to emanate from the other woman. “We’re all going to die, and it’s my fault!”
“Hey –“ Caleb frowned and knelt in front of Leena. “Give me somethin’ to give to Washington, and no reason any of ya will be harmed, all right?”
Leena’s breathing was shallow, the tears streaming down her face.
But she said nothing.
Caleb stood and looked over them, shaking his head again. He sighed and walked over to the barn door.
The women exchanged glances as he opened the door and stepped outside. They heard him muttering to the guards.
“All right, y’all,” June drawled. “We gotta get our ducks in a row, now, or this is gonna stop bein’ cute right quick.” She was rubbing Leena’s back as the girl’s sobs subsided.
“This stopped being cute an hour and a half ago,” Mal said.
“June’s right,” Addie said, turning so that she was facing the other women. “I don’t know how, but this is real.” She ignored Steph’s scoff. “ This isn’t the Ben and Caleb we fangirl over – it’s Tallmadge and Brewster. Soldiers. Spies who think their cover, and their friends’ covers are blown.”
“I’m just afraid to say anything now,” Leena said, sniffling. “Every time I open my mouth, it’s like I vomit bits of the show. What are we going to do?”
“We all need to be careful,” Addie said. “So maybe let’s agree not to say anything related to the show – or even the war – that we haven’t discussed as a group first?”
“So, like, telling them about Yorktown’d be taboo, then?” Steph asked with a smirk. Addie rolled her eyes and sighed.
“Anything that would lead to more questions about how we know these things should be avoided.”
“That’s all well and good, but what do we tell him so we can eat?” Steph pressed. “I’m seriously thinking about gnawing on some of this hay right now.”
“Here, hon,” June said, unzipping her jacket and reaching in to an interior pocket. She pulled out an energy bar and tossed it to Steph.
Steph’s eyes lit up. “Thanks!” She ripped off the wrapper and begin to nibble at the bar. “Normally I hate these things, but I’m not really in a choosey mood.”
They situated themselves in a circle, facing each other so that their words wouldn’t carry to the guards. “We make up sources. That’s all there is to it,” June said. “Y’know, like Abe did with Hewlett.”
“And then they check on them, and end up hanging us when they find out we lied,” Addie pointed out.
“Can we even die here?” Steph asked between bites. “I mean, we’re in a tv show. Maybe that’s the only way to get out.”
“You sure you wanna test that theory, honey?” June asked, brow arched.
Steph shrugged and took another bite of the bar, making a satisfied hum as she chewed.
“Okay.” Addie took a deep breath, her head spinning in time with the racing of her heart. They didn’t have time to debate how they were going to get out. They needed to figure out how to survive. “What do we know from the show? If Washington knows we’re here, he isn’t going to condone mistreatment, so they’re not going to starve us, right?”
“And they can’t hang us if we don’t confess to anything,” Mal added.
“What we told ‘em about knowing Hewlett was in New York is airtight,” June said. “We could have picked that up anywhere.”
“But how do we explain away knowing about Culper?” Mal asked, looking at Leena.
“Look, I’m sorry!” Leena said, her face flushing. “I just got excited –“
"It’s fine, Leena. We’ll think of something.” But Addie’s words weren’t working to convince even herself. This wasn’t fine. And as she looked around the group, she could tell that they were as lost for ideas as she was. And finally, at least some of them looked just as scared.
~
Caleb closed the door to the barn, taking off his hat and rubbing his head. He gave a grunt of frustration before putting the hat back on.
“You stay out here, they stay in there, right?” he said to the guards stationed at the door.
“Yes, sir, Lieutenant Brewster.”
“And nobody goes in ‘cept me or Major Tallmadge.” The guards nodded. Caleb chewed on the inside of his cheek for a moment before heading in to the camp.
He was almost to the stone house that Washington had made his headquarters when Ben came out through the front door, his steps short, his hands balled into fists at his side.
“Shite,” Caleb breathed, increasing his own pace to head his friend off before he’d gone too far. “Benny boy!” he called out, drawing even with Ben’s tent.
Ben’s eyes snapped to Caleb’s, and he changed course to approach him. “Well?” he demanded, his voice low.
“Maybe inside, eh, Tallboy?” Caleb inclined his head toward the tent, his eyes darting around the camp at the other men milling around their own tents.
Ben nodded curtly and entered, throwing his hat on his cot.
“Tell me you got something from those women,” he said, hands going to his hips.
Caleb shook his head. “Not yet.”
“If they know about Culper, and won’t give up their source, then the whole ring is finished.”
“What did Washington say about Hewlett?”
“Since we’ve already sent Champe in, he feels it unnecessary to put up another mission to extract Culper now. All we’re being permitted to do is sit and wait.” He shoved the chair next to him further under the desk.
“If it’s any comfort, these ain’t spies, Ben.“
“They show up behind our lines in the middle of a snowstorm, knowing this business about Hewlett –“
“We don’t know if that’s true,” Caleb argued. “Could be something they made up –“
“And Culper? They didn’t pull that out of thin air, Caleb.”
“No.” Caleb tapped his finger on the head of his axe. “They ain’t sayin’ much of anything right now. One of ‘em started cryin’, but still wouldn’t talk. I’ll get ‘em some food, let ‘em rest. Maybe they’ll have somethin’ to tell us in the mornin’.”
“After they’ve had plenty of time to get their stories straight,” Ben said, shaking his head.
Caleb nodded, rubbing his cheek as he mulled over an idea. “So we don’t interrogate ‘em,” he said finally.
“So what, then, release them?”
“Into camp, yeah. We can talk to Anna, she can look out for ‘em, watch ‘em.”
“I fail to see how that will get us any information.”
“Let me work on ‘em,” Caleb said, grinning. “I do have a bit of experience with the ladies, Tallboy. A bit of a good time, make ‘em comfortable. A couple of days, maybe a week.” He nodded. “I’ll have ‘em talking.”
“As long as that’s all you have,” Ben warned.
Caleb grinned. “You know me,” he said.
“Yes, I do,” Ben muttered as Caleb left the tent.
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beardedsunshinetour · 8 years ago
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Installment the First
Or, The Adventure Begins
Disclaimer: I don’t own the canon characters, obv. I’ve just stolen their souls for my own purposes. The MCs are a melting pot of my imagination, real interactions, and silliness.
Disclaimer 2: If you haven’t seen season four yet, spoilers will probably abound. Ye have been warned.
Part the first: Where we meet the fangirls and they encounter our favorite #bromance 
“This is silly.” Addie pulled her peacoat more tightly around her and blew into her hands to warm them.  She’d been the one to talk her sister Mal into this impromptu meetup with some of their online fandom friends. But now they were wandering beside Conscience Bay in Setauket, Long Island at ten o’clock at night in December in an attempt to feel some connection to the area’s history.
“Yeah, it’s freezing out here,” Mal agreed, stopping next to Addie. She let out a frustrated huff when their companions continued along the road, looking for a clearing to get to the edge of the water they'd been following for three blocks.
“Not the weather,” Addie pressed. “I mean, I love Turn, and I love Revolutionary History, but this place wasn’t even much to look at when we saw it during the day. What are we doing?”
“It’s awesome at night,” Leena called back over her shoulder. “Come on!”
“We might even see a ghost!” June, leading the group, shouted.
“Not if she keeps screaming like that,” Mal said, nudging Addie.
Addie smirked. “The guide this afternoon didn’t say anything about it being haunted, did he?”
Leena slowed down to match the sisters' pace. “Not that we know of,” she said, the light from the full moon making her toothy grin luminescent. “But last time I came, I swear I saw someone on the water. It was too dark to see who it was, though.”
“And you think it was Caleb Brewster coming from Washington’s camp to collect intelligence?” Addie asked, unable to suppress a bemused smile.
“Maaaaybe. Not going to rule it out!” Leena giggled before hurrying to catch up to June.  
Addie looked at Mal, the unspoken question of What have we gotten ourselves into hanging between the sisters.
“Friggin’ Twitter,” Mal muttered. They'd never met the other women in person before, and knew them only from the online fan group they were part of. “This would have been so much better if Steph had showed up.” Of all of their online friends, Steph had been the one to connect the most with Mal. Part of the reason Mal’d agreed to come at all was because Steph was also going. Except she’d had to cancel at the last minute because of a work obligation.
“We’ve had a good time up to now,” Addie allowed. Mal rolled her eyes. “Okay, like I said, this part seems silly. I don’t know what they think we’ll find out there, but I guess it beats just sitting in the B&B, right?”
“Get a fire going, make some hot chocolate, binge Turn –“ Mal shivered as another wintery blast buffeted against the treeline. “It’s going to friggin’ snow. Let’s just go back.”
Addie looked up at the sky, the stars clearly visible. “It isn’t going to snow,” she challenged.  
“It should snow if it’s going to be this cold,” Mal complained.
“Let’s hurry up a bit, then,” Addie suggested. “We can catch up to June and Leena.” The other women had already disappeared around a bend in the road, and Addie was nervous that they were no longer in sight.  
Mal made an irritated grunt, but quickened her pace to match Addie’s.
A scream pierced the hush of the evening. Addie and Mal looked at each other, eyes wide, before both breaking into a run and calling their friends’ names.
When they reached Leena and June, the other women were giggling, laying on the ground.
“What happened?” Addie asked, looking for any signs that they’d been hurt.
“Leena thought she saw a ghost and pulled us both down when she tried to get away from it,” June laughed. “Ghost turned out to be a dang squirrel! Pullin’ me down here,” she admonished. “Break my hip if you’re not careful!” June was twenty years older than the others, though she was in far better shape.
“Leena’s more likely to break her hip than you are,” Addie pointed out. “And I thought you wanted to find ghosts,” Addie laughed, offering a hand up to Leena as Mal did the same for June.
“Yeah, but – maybe not when I’m not expecting it, y’know?” Leena brushed off the back of her jeans and looked around. “Anyway, we’re here! This is where I saw him last time!”
Addie found herself peering out at the water, squinting her eyes as though that would show her the ghostly whaleboatman.
“What are we doing?” A voice whispered in Addie’s ear and she jumped, embarrassed by the resounding squeak of fear that escaped her lips. She spun around and exhaled as the others began to laugh.
Steph had made it, after all.
“Not funny,” Addie admonished, her heart still racing.
Steph was grinning. “It was a little funny,” she said before hugging Addie. “It’s so great to finally meet all of you!” She hugged the others in turn – and Addie was glad to see Mal smiling – finally.
“Ugh, sorry I missed the first couple of days,” Steph said once the hellos had been finished. “Work is so unpredictable. But I’m here now, ready to sink my teeth into history and all things Turn! So what’re we doing? Ghost hunting? Dibs on our illustrious spy leader if he shows up.”
“If Ben shows up, honey, I’ll fight you for him,” June said. “Ghost or not, I’d sink my teeth into that boy any day of the week!”
“OMG, cougar alert!” Leena giggled.
“I might be older than y’all, but my eyes work just fine,” June said with a smirk.
Addie laughed and shook her head. “So what now?”
“Let’s build a fire!” Leena suggested, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “We can all sit around it and do a round-robin fanfic!” She put her hands – hidden inside her slightly too long jacket sleeves – up in front of her face as she tried not to giggle again. The result was a high-pitched noise that sounded suspiciously like a mouse squeak.
“A fire?” Addie shook her head. “I’m not sure we’re even supposed to be out here, let alone trying to start a fire.“
“I’m with Addie,” Steph said. “Besides, I’m starving. I drove straight from D.C. and haven’t eaten anything since lunch.”
“We’ll head back to the road, see if anything is open,” Mal suggested. “It’s almost midnight, so I don’t think – son-of-a-“ she let a low growl finish the sentence as snow began to drift lazily to the ground. She turned to her sister. “No snow, huh?”
Addie looked up again. The stars were as bright and clear as they had been ten minutes before. “That doesn’t make any sense,” she said, frowning.
“So we head back,” Leena said, reaching up to put one arm around Steph’s shoulders and the other around Mal’s. The shortest of the quintet, what she actually managed was a hand up to her wrist on either girl's taller frame. “Find something to nom on and get back to the bed and breakfast before it decides to go full-on blizzard.”
Addie was still frowning up at the sky. “So we’re going to completely ignore the fact that there are no clouds for the snow to be falling from, yeah?”  
“You just can’t see them,” June said without glancing up. “It couldn’t be snowing like this without clouds. Hey! Y’all know what we need?”
“Flaming Dr. Pepper shots!” they cried out in unison, all of them laughing.
"I don't know if there's a bar within walking distance," Addie said as she and June caught up to the others.
"Everything's within walking distance technically," Steph said. "Just depends on how far you want to walk. Besides, if the snow picks up, we don't want to be driving around in it, right?"
Mal raised her fist in the air. "Here's to being stuck in a bar and getting hammered while we discuss a certain Major Tightpants!"
Addie laughed along with the others. Much of their online threads seemed to center around the wardrobe choices of the characters, the most infamous being the snug breeches of Benjamin Tallmadge, leader of the American spy ring. She shook her head. "Because being wasted and trying to walk through a storm is a much better idea."
"Maybe Caleb's ghost will be there. He can walk us home!" Leena suggested.
"Didn't he die in Connecticut?" June asked.  
"He did," Steph confirmed. "And Ben, too."
"Aww, the bromance continued after the war!" Mal laughed. "That's so cute!"
"So then why would he be haunting a bar that didn't even exist when he lived here?" June pressed. "That makes no sense!"
"Maybe the bars he haunts in Connecticut ran out of whiskey," Addie said.
"Or they tried to give him tea," Mal snickered.
The joking had distracted them. They stopped at the corner and looked up to the street sign to get their bearings - but couldn't see it. The snow had gradually reduced visibility without their noticing, and none of them knew quite where they were.
"Holy crap, it's really coming down now," Mal said. "Addie? Pull up GPS on your phone or something."
Addie complied, pulling out her phone and scrolling through her apps until she found the one for directions. She tapped on it, and frowned as it opened to a white screen, the 'processing' icon spinning. "It usually doesn't take this long to start," she said. "Probably the storm." The network icon at the top showed  NO SERVICE in red. "Dammit!" She showed the phone to her sister.
The other women pulled out their phones. There was a chorus of 'mine, too' as they checked their network status.
"Maybe the storm knocked out a tower," Leena suggested.
They all glanced around - except for the denseness of the snow, the 'storm' had very little teeth. An intermittent wind nipped at their faces, but the night was otherwise perfectly still.  
"Well we can't just go on standin’ in the middle of the street,” June pointed out.  
"Are we in the middle of the street, though?" Steph bent down and brushed the snow away from the ground immediately around her. "Grass," she muttered. "We were on pavement, weren't we?"
"Snow without clouds, disappearing pavement - anybody else freaked out yet?" Addie asked.
"Look, there's an explanation -"
"Be quiet, Mal." Addie held up her hand to silence her sister, her head tilted, listening to the sounds around them. A muffled exhalation of breath was followed by the crunching of snow. "There," she whispered when she heard it again. "Someone's coming."
"Help! We're poor tourists who have lost our way!" Leena laughed. The others shooshed her. A horse's nicker came in response.
"What the -" Addie frowned, shrugging as they all glanced at each other. Addie’s heart thudded against her ribcage painfully. Something wasn’t right.
A horse and rider cut through the storm, parting the snow as though it were a curtain. A second was right behind it.  
The women gaped.  
Mal grabbed Addie's arm. "Is that -"
Addie could only nod as the first rider turned his horse in front of them, his sabre drawn. His blue and buff uniform was spotless, topped with a plumed hat – it was Ben Tallmadge.
“Identify yourselves!” he demanded, eyes raking over the group.
The second rider circled behind them, effectively blocking any escape attempt they might have made.
The women huddled a little closer together, but didn’t answer.
The wind tugged at their coats and hats like a child wanting attention. Addie’s hat blew off, and she turned as she tried to grab it – with no success.
“Dammit,” she muttered, looking up at the second rider. Her heart stopped. The snow was still falling, but the long leather coat and cocked wide-brimmed hat were instantly recognizable to her as Caleb Brewster.
Addie grabbed Mal's hand.
"But the last season of Turn is already airing," June said. "Did you get picked up by Netflix? Oh my God. Are you filming right now?"  
"Filmin'?" Caleb asked, looking across their heads at Ben. He dismounted, reins in hand as he looked at each of them. “They’re all women, Tallboy!”
“No call for rudeness!” June huffed.  
Ben dismounted as well, coming around to stand by Caleb. He sheathed his sabre and sighed, hands on his hips.
“It isn’t rudeness, Madam. It’s surprise,” he said. “When you dress like a man, you should be prepared to be seen as a man – and a threat.”
"This is awesome," Leena giggled behind Addie.
And terrifying, Addie thought.
“’Dress like a man?’” Mal scoffed. “Steph, is this you?” Steph often boasted about her connections with the show – connections she never explicitly defined, but did always seem to result in inside knowledge.
She also liked her practical jokes.
Addie started to breathe a little easier. That’s all this was. It’s all it could be.
“Not me,” Steph said. “Shit. This is not me.” Her voice wavered. So did Addie’s relief.
“So – not on a set,” Addie said, her eyes locked on the men. “This is – real?”
"But if they’re supposed to really be Tallmadge and Brewster, they wouldn’t look just like -"
"I know," Addie said, hushing her sister. "I didn't say I could explain it."
“Don’t remember tellin’ you who I was,” Caleb said, head tilted to the side. His eyes flicked to Ben’s and then back to Mal.  “Suppose ya tell me how it is you seem to know.” His hand was on the top of the axe at his waist, his body rigid, waiting.
Mal squeezed Addie’s hand. Addie could feel the tremor running through her sister. She squeezed back.
“Well, hell, boys. Everyone knows wherever Tallmadge goes, Brewster’s at his heel,” June said, her words easing Mal’s trembling.
“And Brewster’s axe is legend on its own,” Steph said. “We just connected the dots. Sir,” she added when Caleb remained still. Only his eyes moved, back to Ben.
Ben gave a curt nod, and Caleb’s body relaxed. He folded his hands in front of him and straightened his neck, walking around the group, looking each of them up and down in turn.
Addie felt the heat rising from under her coat collar as Caleb passed. He stopped when he’ d made a full circuit of the group.
“None of ‘em are armed,” he conveyed to Ben.
Ben nodded, his posture becoming less stiff. “Identify yourselves,” he repeated, his voice still firm.
Steph made her way to the front of the group, pushing Mal and Addie apart in her haste. "Stephanie Beecham," she said, giving a perfect curtsey, one ankle crossed behind the other.
Addie glanced at Mal behind Steph's back, knowing the smirk that graced her sister's face was mirrored on her own. Mal shrugged and shook her head.
"Miss Beecham." Ben nodded stiffly.  
"Addie Hunt," Addie offered with an exhalation and a nod in response to Ben's.  
"Mal Gower." Mal thrust out her hand. Caleb cast a bemused look at Ben, then stepped forward and shook it. Addie found herself wishing she'd been as bold.  
"Leena Owens." Leena's voice squeaked as she stood on her tiptoes to be seen over the other women.  
"June Cort." June stuck her hand over Mal's left shoulder, palm down. Caleb looked back at Ben again, then took it and pressed his lips to it. June grinned. Her face, already red from the cold, deepened in color.
"Right. Now we all know each other." Caleb hooked his thumbs in his belt and stepped back, his head tilting to the side. “Mind tellin’ us just what you’re all doin’ wanderin’ around here in the middle of the night?”
“And how you managed to get past the posted sentries?” Ben added.
“Posted sentries?” Addie echoed.
“Aye, the sentries,” Caleb said. “The lads done up in blue and buff that are posted around the perimeter of our line.”
Oh, God. The war hasn’t ended yet, Addie thought. Her heart felt as though it would burst. Being here, mere feet from the living, breathing incarnations of what had effectively been an obsession for four years should have been exhilarating.
But they’d somehow been transported into the show – or at least the world the show inhabited – and these were very real people.
With very real guns.
"We were just in Setauket," Leena offered.
"Setauket?” Caleb snickered. “Yeah, give or take 100 miles.”
Leena blushed and grabbed June's hand. "He spoke right to me!" Her voice wasn't above a whisper, but they all easily heard it.
Caleb looked at Ben, an amused smirk spreading across his face.
“100 miles from Setauket?” Mal whispered to Addie. “How did that happen?”
“Sure, that’s the weird part of all this,” she whispered back.
"Never heard any of them names around Setauket," Caleb pointed out. “How ‘bout you, Ben?”
"’Course we’re not from Setauket, " June said. “We were just visiting family."
"Yeah, we’re cousins of the DeJong's," Mal finished, giving her sister a perfunctory nod.
"Cousins?" Ben asked, nodding. "All five of you?"
They nodded. "Distant," Steph said. "There was um a -"
"Wedding," Leena said. Addie suppressed a groan. Weddings were something they could check on. Although, come to think of it, so was the existence of visiting cousins. This wasn’t make believe. If they were taken back to camp and their stories checked, then found to be false - she began to fidget.
“Mind tellin’ us what you’re doin’ out here, then?” Caleb asked. “Like I said, it’s a long way from Setauket.”
Each of them looked to the others for some kind of direction.
“We got lost?” Steph said.  
“Lost.” Ben’s voice was flat, his free hand on his sabre hilt. “You expect us to believe you just - wandered up here from Setauket, through enemy lines?”
“So we’re in the show world, right?” Addie mumbled to Mal.
“What?”
“I mean, we’ve so obviously been Twilight Zone’d – and since they look like the actors, I figure we’re in the show’s universe, and haven’t somehow time traveled to the past, right?”
“How the hell do I know?” Mal hissed.
“I’m just wondering if they know about Hewlett yet,” Addie whispered.
“What’s this about Hewlett?” Caleb asked, stepping forward again and focusing on Addie.  
She turned to Mal, who shrugged. “I – I just thought you might not have heard that Major Hewlett’s taken over for Andre as Head of Intelligence for the British,” she said.
Caleb’s face tightened and he whipped his head around to Ben, who had a similarly grim look.
“How did you come by this information, Madam?” Ben asked.
Because I watch the tv show, Addie thought.
“Everybody’s talking about it in York City,” Steph said quickly.  
“Right,” Caleb said, nodding and heading back to his horse. “I’m going to find a way in –“
Ben stepped back and put a hand on Caleb’s chest to stop him, keeping a wary eye on the group of women.
“You can’t go to York City, Caleb. You don’t have a way in or a way out.”
“If Hewlett’s there, Culper’s at risk,” Caleb said.  
“No, it’s okay - they’re working together,” Leena said. Ben brought his gaze to hers slowly, and Caleb craned his neck around to look at her. The other women turned to her and exhaled, a collective breath of chastisement.
“What?” Leena asked, her palms turned up in front of her.
“What do you mean ‘working together’?” Ben asked, walking into the group so that he was in front of Leena.
He had his back toward Steph, whose eyes kept straying below his waist.  
Addie swatted at her hand as it reached towards Ben’s butt.
Behind them, Caleb snorted. Addie didn’t turn around, but felt the color rising to her cheeks again. She felt as though her face was going to be a permanent shade of pink before the end of the night.
“I was just going to give it a little squeeze,” Steph muttered.
Addie shook her head. “Not the time,” she whispered.  
“I mean,” Leena said, blushing even more now that she was inches from him, “that they made a pact to get Simcoe.”
“Simcoe,” Caleb said, crossing his arms again. “That bas-“ he cleared his throat as he remembered the ladies present. “We knew it was a risk –“
“We’ll discuss it back at the camp,” Ben said over his shoulder, studying each of the women’s faces before going back towards his horse. “I’m going to have to ask that you ladies accompany us.”
“I’ve got some rope in my bag,” Caleb offered with a grin.
“Oh, honey, you don’t have to tie us up,” June said.  
“Well, unless you want to,” Steph added, matching Caleb’s grin.
Addie wanted to scream. Why wasn’t anybody else freaking out?
“It isn’t far to camp, rope won’t be necessary,” Ben said. “Behave,” he muttered to Caleb as he passed him.
The snow had slowed during the exchange, and was now barely falling. Beside them, the moon was reflecting off of the river, a shimmering path that seemed to stretch endlessly in either direction.  
Ben and Caleb rode their horses, the girls walking between the two.
"We probably should have marked where we were," Addie muttered to Mal.
"Why?"
"Because eventually, we're going to have to try and get back, right?"
Mal pulled her head back slightly, a quizzical expression on her face. "Why are you even worried about that now?" she asked. "Just let go for once, Addie. Enjoy the ride while it lasts, and we'll figure out the rest when we have to."
“’Enjoy the ride’?” she shot back. “We’ve been dropped in the middle of a war being waged in a fictional universe where we don’t know exactly what will happen. Maybe we’re not tied up – yet – but we’re prisoners, Mal!”
“But we’ve got such nice eye candy,” Mal pointed out, grinning.
Addie ran her hand over her mouth, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.  They’d all gone crazy. Logic and reason were what she relied on in her real life, and even though what was happening now couldn't be explained with either of those things, she was trying to cling to them.
They passed a sentry post, the men nodding to Caleb and Ben as they passed, staring at the group of women with interest.
"Eyes on your watch, gentlemen," Ben chided. The soldiers grumbled, but turned away, one of them prodding at the fire by their feet.
"Where we gonna keep 'em?" Caleb asked. "Can't cram 'em all in the store room for very long."
"The barn," Ben said after a moment. "We can post guards there, and they'll be out of the weather."
"Yeah, barely." Caleb looked over the group again. "You lot eaten at all today?"
"I could eat a whole cow," Steph said.  
"Well, we ain't long on beef, but we'll find somethin' edible," Caleb said.
They arrived at the barn, the noises from the camp clearly audible even though they could not see it yet.
"Take care of the horses, and bring four men we can rely on to post as guard," Ben instructed, dismounting and handing the reins to Caleb. "This way, ladies."
Caleb led the horses into camp, and the group followed Ben in to the barn.
"This is where they brought Abe!" Leena squealed.
"Please, Lord, don’t make me stand anywhere near where they had poor Richard’s body," June said, a hand to her mouth.
Ben pulled the door closed behind them and advanced towards the women.
"How are you getting your information?" he demanded.
"Oh, oops." June put a hand over her mouth as Leena grimaced.
Ben's face was grim. "I will have no choice but to keep you here, under guard, unless you tell me how you have come to know the name Culper."
His eyes went to each woman's face in turn, searching for answers, for any sign that one of them were ready to speak.
One by one, they averted their eyes, shifting nervously.
Ben exhaled sharply, turning at the sound of the door opening. He held up a hand to stop Caleb where he stood, and focused again on the group of women.
"We will have your source," he said, pointing his finger at them.  
He walked to the door and drew Caleb back outside.
"See if you can get anything out of them," he said, his tone low. "I've got to tell Washington about Hewlett."
One side of Caleb's face twitched upward with the movement of his mouth. "You want me to go in to a barn full of women and get information from 'em?"
"Behave yourself," Ben huffed.
"I'll be a perfect gentleman, yeah?" Caleb grinned. "Who's to say they'll be able to keep their hands off me, though, eh?" He laughed, hitting Ben's arm.
His words carried easily into the barn. Mal grabbed Addie's arm and gave an excited jump. Behind them, June and Leena let loose a quiet squee.
"But no Ben and his breeches," Steph complained.
They shushed each other as the barn door opened again.  
Caleb shut the door, then walked over to the women, his arms crossed over his chest.
"Right," he said, grinning. "Who's first, then?"  
“Best. Vacation. Ever,” Mal breathed.
Addie felt like she was going to puke.                                                                                          
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beardedsunshinetour · 8 years ago
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So many ideas
This is either going to be hilarious fun, or I’m going to be sitting in a corner giggling while everyone else asks WTH is wrong with me.
Either way, prepare yourselves. 
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beardedsunshinetour · 8 years ago
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Soooon
If you’re here, it’s either because you stumbled on it and said ‘wth is this’ or you’re one of the many fans of Caleb Brewster as portrayed by Daniel Henshall on Turn: Washington’s Spies. 
Either way, have fun! At the moment, it’s planned for little vignettes about Caleb and adventures he plans for us all to enjoy.*
Currently working on the first installment. Hoping to post soon.**
Requests are always welcome, but not guaranteed to be included. 
*This can change at any time, because I’m fickle and I’m like that.
**Again, don’t set reminders or anything. This can absolutely mean next month.
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