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"F'real!" She says, bright smile and all. But from where they're standing, she can look out into the sea of people and try and pick out wolves from vampires from witches. It's a fun little game for herself, and she wishes she could go have fun with Wyrmwood, but she's not sure that's a good idea after what Jamie had said.

"It's always interesting to see what they're all like, honestly." She turns back to him, "Harford's cool from what I hear - the Alpha, Avi? He's buddies with my kind of person." What the fuck does she even call Jamie? Kind of person works. "Y'know.. I didn't actually ask if she was selling.." Her lips form a small pout for a second, "But I don't think she'd mind a quick buck? I could bring you out sometime. Eventide and Harford I think are chill."

“Hah, yeah... every pack back home’s gotta be their own brand of crazy.” The Mohren pack was in a whole other league, but he wasn’t going to say that. He didn’t hate his old pack, not really, or else he’d offer some of the same sentiments. Responding to “I hated my pack” with “I hated specifically my father” probably brought a whole different vibe to the conversation that he didn’t want to touch. 

“Weird seeing so many packs in one city. Good to know there's a couple good ones, though. I joined up with Harford.” He noted all the names she offered, shutting them away somewhere in his brain. It was good to know who’s who in new towns like this, and she was offering that freely. He’d have to ask around to see if Eventide was a pack he was supposed to be avoiding, or if they were cool. From what she was saying, it sounded a bit more like the latter. “Sounds like a good deal you’ve got going. Is she selling, or just growing it for you guys?”

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Acolytes? It takes her a second, and then she laughs. A little too loud. A little too easily heard over the din of people around. "Oh, fuck, that's good." She finally says after calming down, a hand over her belly as if to hold herself together. "I don't like hatin' people, but man, I sure hated them."

It's weird to say something like that with a smile, but somehow she manages to make it work - it splits her whole face wide, teeth fully showing. Codie wipes at her eyes, as if laughing that hard had made her tear up. "Yeah, I figure you get the shit end'a the stick sometimes down there. It's either the snake handlers and born wolf fanatics or hippie commune types." She's more on the latter, if she had to pick.

"Eventide's okay, though. We don't really do all that much at the end of the day - least not that I know of. I most hang at the Alley or out where we run or go visit this witch, Cham? She gardens and has the best weed."

“Those are the Acolytes, right?” Nope, fuck, that was the name that got tossed around in mutterings about other packs, tacked onto Mohren right next to Jesus freaks and born fanatics. Probably not the kind of thing to be calling them to the face of an ex-member. “Sorry, that’s uh... Yeah. I get not missing your old pack too much, Vawter ain’t all it’s cracked up to be. Less prophesied reckoning, more snake handling.” 

New subject, new subject. Fucked up pack practices isn’t party conversation, and he didn’t want to upset the first, and potentially last, Appalachian wolf he met in this town. “How’s Eventide treating you?”

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Codie sees that it's difficult, it's written in the minutiae of her face. The twitch of her eyebrows and her lips - she gets distracted looking there for a second, and pulls it back together to be able to present for her. Despite her enthusiasm for magic, she understands that it's difficult for Jamie - much harder than she could possibly ever imagine.

For a brief pause, she's not pushing or excitable - she's studying Jamie and listening to her words. Unfortunately, the idea of some cursed, enchanted object does excite her, but she doesn't wanna push and ruin stuff.

So instead, she bounces to the front of her and takes both of her hands. "So we avoid the worm witches. We can go make buddies with the rambunctious wolves? That sound better? I know you like hanging out with me and Avi so there's gotta be something fun about us, yeah?"

Jamie's not used to talk to anyone when she was upset, mostly because there was never anyone there. And even when there was, it's not like sharing was ever her first impulse. But then Codie asks her and she wants to shrug it off and move on, but Jamie knows she shouldn't, "Witches make me uneasy, especially when they wanna talk about my, uh, dreams." Jamie squeezes Codie's hand back and forms a quick smile with the corner of her lips. "Sorry, I don't want to ruin the night, I'll be fine."

It's hard to move on from what happened, though, or Codie's curiosity. Jamie herself feels her mind wandering and thinking back on what the Wyrmwood witches were saying, "it must be possible. That coven, they deal with all kinds of magical artifacts. Enchanted objects and all that. Cursed, more like." With the corner of her eye she looked back to see if the witches were still hovering them. Gone, thankfully. "Not the type of witch you wanna deal with, trust me."

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"Oh - yeah, I honestly can't remember how many years it's been since I was with my pack." She's rapid-firing now, unable to slow down even with the drawl in her voice getting thicker. "I lived with Ma after the pack went kaput so I'm real new in town, but it ain't like I miss it much."

She almost misses his question, and almost misses the name of the pack. But it sparks recognition - at least in conversations she'd overheard from her parents and her brother. "Oh, yeah, Vawter, I've heard of y'all. But yeah, I'm over with Eventide right now. If I move out from there, not sure yet, I'm just sorta letting things flow - I was uh.. I was with Mohren, I'm one of the kids."

She hooks her thumb up towards her chest. "Yer lookin' at good ol' fashioned prophesied reckonin' right here." She's gotta make fun of them or else she'll get all upset.

“I didn’t expect to meet someone from back home all the way up here in Oregon!” Home wasn’t much of a home, nowadays, but Lucas wasn’t going to go into that. Not when the woman’s excitement about bumping into another Appalachian werewolf matched his own, and he was finding himself unconsciously copying her energy and talking with his hands.

"I miss it too, sometimes. I left about... fifteen-ish years ago? Still haven't found woods that feel the same as the ones I grew up running around in." Strange new town, it was nice to get a little reminder about the good parts of what he'd left behind. “Are you with a pack here, or just visiting? I��m not as up to date on all the old local pack stuff, I used to run with Vawter, we sort of kept out heads down.”

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Her eyebrows raise up when he speaks more, a light in them that's more excited than anything. "Oh, West Virginia!" She hops up on the balls of her feet, rocking back down all in one quick, flowing motion. Best not to cause too much of a scene.

She shoves her hands in her pockets to stop from flailing her arms all around as she talks. Don't be embarrassing, Codie, this is a whole fancy place. But she can't help her grin. "Appalachia, kind of all up and down the range." The pocket strategy doesn't help, because she immediately takes one hand up to make an up and down motion.

"Mostly up in Tennessee, but we sorta traveled all over there. My Ma moved us over here to be closer to her witch people and she said it was a whole lot safer than the mountains, but I do kinda miss it."

“Some of ‘em are from far away, but the posting I found for the job was local. I’m visiting family here, or trying to at least. My old pack’s still running around back in West Virginia.” Pause.

He might play up the half-deaf truth to avoid dealing with the muckety-mucks that were hanging around, but this girl was standing on his good side, and his hearing was sharp enough to pick up a familiar accent. That, paired with how clearly it was that she had a wolf lurking just beneath the skin, made him scan her face a little closer, looking for familiar features. It didn’t seem like she was from his old pack, she didn’t really resemble anyone from Vawter, but it was better to be safe than sorry. “How ‘bout you? That accent sounds familiar.”

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She tilts her head, almost laughing. She can hear his stomach fighting whatever's in it. Maybe he's not all that caring about it, and she's trying not to poke fun. "Literal woods. Like, uh, mountains." Codie lifts her hand above her head to signify the height. "My family - old pack - we used to live up in the sticks, never staying in one spot, roaming around and all. They were real strict about lettin' other people in." Turned wolves were mauled on the spot.

"It's not like out here. Out here, it's loud and bright and everything moves so fast." She says it with awe, though, because she loves the differences as much as she hates them.

"Naw." A shake of her head, an enthusiastic nope. "That sounds like some shit you'd do if you're in need of soul searching. Are you?"

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Mid-conversation, and mid-food, some witches roll up to them, talking about Jamie's magic. It's interesting, what they're proposing, and Codie's not even really sure it's possible - but the idea of it is honestly kind of cool.

Cool or not, though, it being sold for money makes her stomach all knotted up, and she can tell Jamie's getting even more annoyed by the second. Hands clasped together, Codie gave her a tight squeeze, and made a face at the rest of the witches at they walked away.

"Is that, like, possible?" She almost doesn't hear the apology and her mind stop-stutters until she catches up, "Oh! It's fine. Witches are weird. I'm kinda used to it, Ma's always thinking up crazy stuff." She loves them, obviously, but. Weird.

She waits a beat, tilting her head, "You okay? You're all tense." That will not do.

The Gala was considerably more enjoyable with Codie next to her, even if now and then it was a struggle to catch up with her when she got a little too excited or curious and drifted off before she knew it. It was just fun in a way that Jamie doesn't usually get to experience. A normal, not cursed way. Jamie even caught herself smiling once or twice, admiring her date when she wasn't looking. Still, there is only so much happiness the witch gets to experience at once, and reality made sure to remind her of that. Codie and her were mid-conversation when they were interrupted by a trio of wyrmwood witches, 'excuse me, are you the augury girl? with the dreams?'. If Jamie had been a little faster maybe she would've been able to walk away or lie her way out of that situation, but she was simply too stunned to do anything, so they continued. 'fascinating magic indeed, would you mind if we borrowed it?' 'it would make a marvelous enchantment. think of the money we would make.' 'prophetic dreams, what a gift it must be.' 'it would look perfect with the rest of our collection.' Jamie was about to scream — or punch someone, she hadn't decided — but to avoid any more attention, she simply shook her head and grabbed Codie's hand. "My magic's not for sale. And I'm in the middle of my date, so kindly, fuck off." She turned her attention back to Codie with an apologetic look on her face, "I'm sorry." / @codie-mohren

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It wasn't as if Codie hated parties or crowds or anything, sometimes they were just a lot. She liked the loud of the forests with their skittering creatures and screaming bugs in the height of summer. Even now, here, she can hear crickets singing and if she tries hard enough - frogs croaking and moths buzzing up above their heads through open windows. That's the comfort. That's what she loves.

The loud of inside is different - it's plotting, planning, discordant laughter, and packs at each other's throats. That's harder. That's the worst parts of home.

She honestly hadn't realized she was on someone's claimed wall, so lost in trying to hear the outside world over the cacophony that he had simply become just a part of the noise, too.

Still, she snaps back to it - wide smile, wide eyes. As much as she loves the bugs and the dirt, she loves people more -- magic more than that.

"Oh, hey! Naw, nah, I'm fine. It's just a li'l much for the ears sometimes, y'know? Where ya from? I figured they brought in the security from, like, Russia or somethin'."

Who: Open (3/5) When: Conclave, Cocktail hour

Lucas wasn’t stupid. He knew a werewolf-specific job was probably for something shady that he didn’t want to get involved in, but... uprooting his life and road tripping across the country to freak out and procrastinate meeting his only living family was expensive, and he needed the cash. Besides, how bad could it be? He’d thrown on something decent enough to not look like he’d wandered in off the street, cleaned up his appearance, and even got a haircut instead of just doing it himself in a mirror.  

Keep to the edges of the room, look vaguely intimidating, and keep an eye out for hunters who might cause trouble and any human that attracts it. Easy money.

Or, it should be. The last person to get on his nerves clearly mistook him for a waiter, snapping their fingers at him and watching him expectantly like he was a dog that was taking too long to learn a new trick, their drink order getting lost and jumbled beneath the sound of the music and the hum of the crowd. He wasn’t above pulling the deaf card to get out of that, cocking his head to the side and tapping his bad ear with a practiced look of regret on his face, the kind that said Oh I’m so sorry, there is nothing I would have wanted more than to hear your drink order instead of Snap at me like a dog again and I’ll take your glass and shove it so far up your—

Deep breath. Whatever. The asshole had wandered off without a fight, thankfully, and he was back to watching the crowd, leaning against the wall. He only spared a glance when someone came to lean on the same wall, taking a break from the crowd. They were on his good side, at least, so he didn't have to turn too much to hear them. 

“Sick of it already?” Lucas said, turning his head to the other person to try to get a read on them "Party's only just starting." 

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These finger foods look weird. Some are recognizable, like the meats and cheeses and stuff. The olives, too. But this one Codie's holding is kind of puffed up in a weird shape, and she's not sure what's inside. There's no sign or anything, so the best way to try it is... well.

Pop it in her mouth.

Eugh.

She opens her mouth and lets it roll off her tongue onto a napkin, green cream obviously being the offending culprit here. "Fish. And spinach." She thinks. It's shrimp, but she doesn't like that either. What else here looks good? Codie smacks her lips, "You think that purple lookin' thang is tasty?" She looks up at the somewhat familiar person next to her. / @parkskylar

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CODIE MOHREN @ The Conclave

There are butterflies in her stomach, but there really always are when it comes to the object of her affections. How did she get here? Land someone so cool? No time to dwell on it, though, because there's a knock on Ma's door.

Codie steps onto the scene representing THE EVENTIDE PACK arm in arm with @visioncursed. She's not sure what she's doing here, but it's nice to pretty up a little bit, and she's trying not to ask all the new witches in town all the questions she can think of.

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Codie perks up a little (somehow), eyebrows lifting up on bright features. "Oh, lemon tea would be so damn good." She bounced along with Cham, swinging her arms and bouncing on her feet. Out here, she feels so much more at ease than really anywhere else in the city, mostly because it feels a lot easier to get lost out here. The good kind of lost. The kind of lost where you dig your heels into the dirt and breathe in the rot of the leaves and the wood, mixed with dew or rain.

She looks up to Cham, eyes wide at the idea of weed mixed with magic. Most of what she's smoked herself has only been normal-- but she loves the idea of playing with magic, so.

"Hell yeah, I'm good with the magical stuff - what's it do? Is it better? Tell me everything."

“Well if you appreciate sun tea then we have to be friends,” the witch declared, leaning back on her arms to stare up to the cloudless sky. “I have lindon, and lemon, or orange, rose hip and clover blossom, or a simple mint” she lists off the three jars she had started early that morning, all herbs she had grown and harvested herself, and citrus from the farmers market the weekend before. A fully stocked pantry, and the ability to buy fresh citrus and new jars had totally changed what she was able to make, and share with her friends. She wanted to always have a drink or bite of food to share if someone came calling, to be the house that people wanted to spend time at and felt comfortable coming to.

“Say less friend, I have plenty of herb to share, the harvest this year was very generous.” Even without pouring too much of her magic into the individual plants, it had been like the land wanted to grow things, to be harvested and put to use. “Do you want just the natural stuff, or are you ok with a little magical interference?” not everyone enjoyed a spelled blunt, and she respected that, It's why she always kept a few basic pre-rolls tucked aside with her more animated girlblunts.

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The Alley being so close to the warehouse district and therefore the docks meant that a lot of time lately wasn't spent out with her Ma and her brother or out in the woods, but instead clearing out some space around The Alley and helping up clean up efforts from the wind and water damage. It was good, though, gave her something to do - something to focus on.

Codie hears the car door slam shut, and sits up to wipe her hands on her thighs to bound over to Ael and his gifts. She takes the box from him, clocking the cow tales on top with bright eyes. "Oh, sweet, you got us some goodies!" She offers him a bright smile, and quickly goes to set the box down inside before heading back.

"How much stuff you gotta unload? What'd we do to deserve all the good will, huh? Gotta be a catch, right?" She's teasing him, but is already headed towards where the rest of the things are stashed.

"Oh, there's a handful of us inside already - want me to grab them before I start?"

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ANCIENT REPTILIAN BRAIN — You can walk away, rockstar. You don’t owe them this part of you. Actually, you don't owe them shit. Let them sit on their old couches reeking of dampness and street — It builds character! They sure as fuck need it, squishy babies— 

[LOGIC — SUCCESS CHECK] A nice gesture will gain their trust, boss.

— Besides, his ass hurts from the worn things the children dare call cushions. A few bucks spent on brand new, comfortable, seats is worth every penny if he is going to spend precious time in the Alley; he is not young anymore, his back complains and cracks when he gets up in this form. Ael has had enough. He complained so much about it, Cedar and Elaine didn't question his purchases when he needed their help to load the jeep. There were knowing looks and knowing smiles, but no words exchanged more than strictly necessary. A nice change of pace, even if at the sacrifice of his ego and wallet. 

Not a sacrifice, champ. No, it's not. Money matters little to him in this existence, and if he thought over how fun it will be seeing the children comfortable — 

[SISTER'S SHADOW] Are you still trying to earn her forgiveness, you pathetic creature? She’s not listening.

The car stops. The door slams shut. 

That's not it. He needs no forgiveness, let alone from ghosts best forgotten. It's simply — Well, the state of the Alley is sorrowful. Pitiful. Children who willingly hang out in such an environment are more likely to — 

[THE BEAST] Commit mass murder!  [THE BOY] ... not brush their teeth before bed. 

And have fleas. He really doesn't want to deal with fleas. Plucking the box of snacks out of the back, he walks in with an easy smile — If they can see the nail marks on his skin from how tightly he was gripping the steering wheel, not his problem. 

“Hey kid — brought some gifts over.” Why did you place the box of cow tales on top, boss? Is it because you caught a sniff of her scent before walking in? You fucking sof- “Are you gonna help me unload the car or will you claim first picking on the snacks?” He shakes the box he is holding, watching Codie with a tilted head and a small smile.

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Codie lets her take the fabric, but slouches down on her haunches while Jamie cleans herself up. Her lips purse and twist a bit as she takes in the sight of her, drenched like she hadn't just woken up from a quick nap but instead just decided to take a dip in the floodwaters. She wants to ask and prod, because magic's always interested her and the way it smells now -- the water Jamie's in is like someone extracted it and made a perfume out of the florals.

It's sweet and sticky smelling in a way that burns her nose a little, but she doesn't move away from the likely headache it's going to cause. But she nods, wanting to encourage Jamie to keep talking about it, but not wanting to upset her or make her angry.

The nod works, she thinks, and Codie sucks in a sharp breath at the explanation. She looks down, trying to get her brain to work overtime on how to handle the situation. Determined, she scoots a little closer and reaches for one of Jamie's hands, pulls it into her lap, and grips it tightly with both hands. There's some hope there, that the natural elevated temperature she runs will help ease off some of the cold she knows is seeping in.

"That sounds like it sucks more than it is cool." She rubs her thumb along Jamie's wrist, still thinking about how to say what she's thinking. Or if she should at all. "Have you.. have you tried, uh, like -- blocking the magic, when you sleep?" She's chewing on the inside of her cheeks. "I don't even know if there's anything like that.. that's probably a stupid idea, my bad."

Another squeeze of her hand. "Can I distract you? Would that help?"

Jamie feels many things as she adjust back to reality — despair for the people in danger, anger at her magic, hopelessness knowing that there's nothing she can do about it — but maybe most of all she's embarrassed for letting Codie see her like this. She's glad she's safe, but it's humiliating and not how she wanted the werewolf to see her that night.

"I got it," she mutters as she grabs the fabric from Codie and wipes some of the wetness herself. It's pointless, really, she's drenched, as if she'd just walked in from the storm. And in a way she did, but part of her was still trying to act like nothing happened, regardless of how hopeless that was.

She stays silent for a few more moments, reaching to her phone in the hope of maybe talking to Jac's family to keep her safe, but it's not a surprise to find out it there's no signal. She sighs, tosses the fabric to the side and runs her fingers through her hair before turning to Codie with a closed off look on her face. "Sorry about that. It's uh — my magic. I can't control it."

There's an internal debate of how much she should share, how much it's acceptable, how much would be enough to drive her away, how much Codie deserves to hear. "I have... visions of when bad things are going to happen. Deaths, usually. It's like I'm there watching it as it happens. It doesn't happen every time I sleep but it's often enough that I try not to."

Jamie feels pathetic; there's little doubt in her mind that Codie will be supportive based on what she knows about the girl, but this is not how she likes to be perceived. Jamie doesn't want to be pitied. "There's a lot of people dying right now, so. My mistake, shouldn't have fallen asleep."

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Codie watches Chamomile work, intensely interested in how gardening with magic works. There are days where she wholesale up and down wishes she wasn't born a wolf, that she instead had lived with her Ma her whole life, being taught the ins and outs about how to weave magic in teas and tinctures. There's a part of her that wonders if, maybe one day, there will be a cure in her lifetime. She'd even tried to ask, but no.

Her smile doesn't fade, though, despite where her thoughts have gone.

"Oh, gosh. I'd love some tea, but I don't think it's that serious." A slight, amused laugh with a shake of her head follows the question. "I haven't had suntea in ages, though." Codie's hands rub against the jean shorts on her thighs. "I was gonna come by just to chat, honestly, and maybe get a little of your fun herbs if you can stand to part with a few."

Chamomile had felt it the moment that Codie crossed into her little neck of the woods, but she wasn’t worried, she was so used to wolves in her territory that it felt natural. She kept going about her planting, elbow deep in loam as she buried a few special seeds deep into the earth, far deeper than would typically be expected. She could feel something coming, ironwoods showing up in Port Liery, storms that have no business in this climate, and was trying to buy herself some extra insurance.

She was just covering them up when Codie plopped down beside her, and she patted the earth 3 times before turning and looking at the wolf. “Sure, this a conversation I am going to want to have over tea? Because there’s some suntea on the porch.” She offered, brushing the dirt off her arms, a touch of magic helping the dirt fall away. “Or do I need to be grabbing my grimoire?”

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This was supposed to be a quick hop to town to gather herbs for her Ma, but.. She was curious, mostly, about the witch that's been hanging around Eventide territories more often than not. With her love of greenery and magic, Codie felt like it was only natural for her to try and barge into her life to make some sense of things. But she just really hadn't had a good enough excuse yet.

'Excuse me, why are you over here?' felt too rude, even though she definitely didn't mean it like that. And 'Do you wanna be a wolf, too?' felt even ruder. So she'd just waited until her brain could conjure up a reason.

And now it had - the perfect one, in fact. She'd heard tale of Cham's proclivities for, ahem, the good stuff -- and it'd been a while since she indulged. Like since Tennessee, really.

She plops down next to the witch, offering her a bright smile. "Hey! Mind if I pick your brain a bit?"

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She tilts her head, almost laughing. She can hear his stomach fighting whatever's in it. Maybe he's not all that caring about it, and she's trying not to poke fun. "Literal woods. Like, uh, mountains." Codie lifts her hand above her head to signify the height. "My family - old pack - we used to live up in the sticks, never staying in one spot, roaming around and all. They were real strict about lettin' other people in." Turned wolves were mauled on the spot.

"It's not like out here. Out here, it's loud and bright and everything moves so fast." She says it with awe, though, because she loves the differences as much as she hates them.

"Naw." A shake of her head, an enthusiastic nope. "That sounds like some shit you'd do if you're in need of soul searching. Are you?"

Codie, Codie, Codie. Now, where has he heard that name before? Where, where, where.

Avi's nausea kicks in full-force as his mind runs in circles, tries to place the name. Oh, that's right. Jamie. This is the person Jamie's been...seeing? Hanging around? Jamie didn't mention the wolf of it all. Interesting. He'll poke. "You grew up in the woods, as in you grew up in the country? Or...the literal woods?"

His body slacks against the trunk of the tree, sort of half-laying against it. Codie made herself comfortable, he's doing the same. They're gonna chill, as she said, and this seems to help the rolling of his stomach a little.

He lets out a huff of a laugh, because it's ridiculous. He feels ridiculous. "Would you laugh at me if I said some chick in a bar saw my sad face and told me to climb a tree? And I listened? Because I'm a drunken fool?"

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On the east coast, she'd dealt with hurricanes and tornados and all manner of thunderstorms ranging from a sunshower to a raging torrential downpour - and none of it had absolutely anything on being near the coast during something like this. But when the warnings came through, she was already halfway through to the park to get some good urban exploration going -- and Jamie being there didn't really deter her from scratching that itch that was "figuring out the lay of the land".

But it soon became far too hard to see anything, much less walk with the wind and rain beating down on them. So a haunted house with fucked up, ratty costumes. She modeled for Jamie a bit, rambled on about her life a bit, and it wasn't long until the witch fell asleep.

She took the time to walk around the place, wincing a bit as she saw some places where the walls weren't quite as sturdy as they used to be, and some leakage in the roof. It'd have to hold or they were fucked.

She's almost done surveying when she hears Jamie calling for her, and practically sprints back skidding to a halt on her knees at the tone in her voice - "Why are you -- "

Codie reaches out and touches her forehead, surprised to find her cool and wet when she'd left her warming up and drying off. Looking around, she finds more costume fabric and wipes gently at her face. "What's going on?" Magic, by the smell of it, but she can't exactly place it.

who: @codie-mohren ( and guest starring @fengforhire ) where: tumberwolf mountain

If you asked Jamie where's the last place she wanted to be during a one-of-a-kind hurricane, that would probably be an abandoned amusement park. ...But for whatever reason this is where the girl she was into wanted to be, so there she was. She did try to convince Codie to go somewhere else, find a safe place to stay for the weekend, but the girl wanted to go exploring, and Jamie, well, Jamie really wanted to kiss her again.

They found shelter from the rain inside the park's haunted house — which frankly wasn't any scarier than the rest of the place and at least had fake but somewhat comfortable furniture. There were also costumes, plenty of them, which they used to get out of their wet clothes. Wasn't the prettiest, or the most ideal, but it got them laughing at each other and it was comfortable enough, and for a moment or two they forgot about the storm.

Jamie didn't mean to fall asleep, but between Codie's yapping and the sound the of the storm hitting against the walls of the haunted house, her eyes got heavier and heavier, until she could no longer fight them.

When Jamie opens her eyes again she's elsewhere. She's standing safe above the storm, watching the destruction underneath. Suddenly she's pulled down towards the mess, there's a man at the docks who's hit by a wave and dragged into the sea. He's never gonna be seen again. She sees someone driving through the storm, she thinks she can handle it, but the wind makes her loose control and she crashes into a building; she's not gone yet but she needs help that isn't coming. A woman is safe inside her house when some old structure breaks and her home crashes down on her. Two friends laugh as they film themselves jump from car to car to avoid the flood. One of them misses a step and they're gone. She sees Jac, falling. From where she can't tell, it feels like everywhere and nowhere all at once. Jamie flies to her direction and screams but the girl's eyes are shut. They fall together for minutes as Jamie tries to wake her up with no success — there's nothing she can do. Again. There's never anything she can do, but watch. And so she watches as Jac falls, with ground finally appearing in the distance. She's gonna crash. She's gonna die. Jamie swears she can see her opening her eyes just before she hits the ground.

Jamie wakes up coughing up water. She's soaking wet, and she can't tell if it's sweat or the rain, but it hardly matters. Jamie doesn't know for how long she's been out but the storm is still raging outside, she's still in the dark and... wait, "Codie? Are you here? Are you okay?"