#90s jane march

[beforethepoison]

jane march - making of 'the lover'

[xiantg]

The Lover (1992) dir. Jean-Jacques Annaud

[7thartheaven]

"My body no longer wants the one who does not love."

L'amant (1992), Jean-Jacques Annaud

[popculturebaby]

The Lover (1992)

[d-criss-news]

janelynchofficial: Not a bad view today. Not at all. 🤗

[urfavouriteg1rl]

the lover (1992) 💋

[tallaxia]

Wait... Brad Dourif made an 3hr audio book of Color of Night?!

Holy donut, if the cassettes were ever digitized or are otherwise available anywhere…please tell me.

edit: Special thanks goes to @dourifslover. It's amazing!

[analogskullerosis]

I think what I loved about "Tomb Patrol" more than anything is how Rita, Larry, Jane, and Cliff escaped the fate of the old Doom Patrol seen back in Season 1. They beat Mr. Nobody and kept their sanity intact. They also learned the truth of what Niles Caulder did to them and instead of becoming worthless and placed into a make believe retirement home, they survived and lived to eat his head and outlive the guy who was so obsessed with immortality and living one day longer than his daughter.

The old Doom Patrol seen in season one were just as aged as the one seen in "Tomb Patrol," only that team is utterly broken and can't even enjoy the time they have left if they wanted to. I wonder if Rita thought of the state of Mento and the others when she reached her geriatric state and started breaking down.

The biggest reason Rita wanted everybody to come to dinner is because Cliff, Larry, and Jane are quite literally her only family. They're all she has. Every person related to her is either dead or wouldn't believe that she's still alive, given she's a film star from the fifties. The most important part of the episode was Rita finally voicing that the Doom Patrol are all she has. They're her family and that one line suddenly makes her wanting to be the team leader and why it was so important to her all clear. She wanted to work to keep her family together after the death of Niles Caulder.

The moment with the four geriatric Doom Patrol members sitting in the living room, reminiscing about their adventures was the sweetest scene of the entire season. They forgot all about their problems and impending doom for just a few moments and simply enjoyed each others' company. They didn't become angry or confused or sad or broken like the Doom Patrol before them. They sat in the living room and shared a loving moment like a real family. Even when Rita collapsed, the other three agreed to go to the play for her sake. I loved Cliff's line when they make the decision to go: "We have to. It's Rita." For all of their dysfunction, once they saw that she was in real trouble, her fellow Doomies rushed to her aide and said, "Let's whoop some ass. For her." Those moments are what make a dysfunctional family worth rooting for. That no matter how much they may bicker and fight and disagree, they always find their way back to each other and look after each other when shit gets serious.

This version of the Doom Patrol is the best example of the team being a found family since Rachel Pollack's run back in the 90s. They've been through hell and back, but they can still sit in a living room and laugh about it. They were ready to face death together with love and laughter about eating Niles Caulder's head. Rita tells Mento before she leaves: "All I know is… I don't want to end up like you. Or Arani, or Rhea." This episode confirmed that she didn't end up like them. None of them did. If Rita Farr is truly dead, then she died surrounded by the people who loved her most who rushed to her body to help her without a second thought. At the end of the day, this show is about a bunch of freaks who love each other and that love has overcome the strangest and most bizarre forms of hell imaginable.

The Doom Patrol is marching towards death in the same way that the show is marching towards death with only two episodes left to go. No matter how it all ends, this show will always be special to me.

[scotianostra]

On July 17th 2009 the singer/songwriter Gordon Waller and one half of the duo Peter & Gordon passed away.

Waller, the son of a surgeon, was born in Braemar, and went to Westminster school, in London, where he met Peter Asher in 1959. Asher was already something of a jazz and blues fan, but Waller persuaded him to broaden his horizons to include pop and rock'n'roll. Both were keen guitarists and soon they were entertaining their fellow students. By 1963, they were playing (initially as Gordon and Peter) in pubs and small clubs at lunchtimes and evenings for small fees or for a meal, often singing their own compositions in the close harmony style of the Everly Brothers. Early in 1964, they were booked for a two-week engagement at the Pickwick nightclub. One of the diners was Norman Newell, an EMI record producer. Newell was charmed enough by Peter and Gordon's rendition of their song If I Were You to offer them a recording contract.

At this time, McCartney was dating Jane, and Peter and Gordon badgered McCartney to provide them with a song. He obliged with A World Without Love, which he had written six years earlier in Liverpool. McCartney told his biographer Barry Miles: "Gordon was a lot of fun – he was slightly less academic than Peter. It was he who persuaded Peter to jump school to do lunchtime sessions."

By the end of March 1964, A World Without Love had displaced the Beatles' own Can't Buy Me Love at the top of the charts. In May, just before Waller's 19th birthday and Asher's 20th, it was the biggest selling record in the US. The instant stardom created by A World Without Love was the beginning of two years of frantic activity for Peter and Gordon.

For the American media, they combined the cachet of a Beatles connection (McCartney wrote several more of their hits and fans discerned in Waller a slight resemblance to John Lennon) There were numerous television appearances, occasional tours of Japan and Australia as well as North America and dozens of recordings. In the next 12 months, Nobody I Know and I Don't Want to See You Again (both by McCartney) were transatlantic hits, as were I Go To Pieces, written by Del Shannon, and True Love Ways, a Buddy Holly song the duo had performed in their early days in London.

By now, Peter and Gordon were competing in North America with numerous other British imports, including another middle-class duo, Chad and Jeremy. Their star began to wane in 1966, when their only hits were Woman, another McCartney composition credited pseudonymously to "Bernard Webb", and Lady Godiva, a novelty number that was denounced as obscene by the mayor of Coventry, which helped it reach the Top 20 in Britain and the American Top 10. By 1967, Peter and Gordon's British career was over and in America they were reduced to peddling olde English material such as the minor hit The Knight in Rusty Armour and the album Sunday for Tea. They split up the next year, with Asher joining the Beatles' Apple project as an A&R man and Waller launching a career as a solo singer.

Despite the fact that he had been the stronger vocalist of the pair, this career was stillborn. A handful of singles were issued, plus a 1970 album of his own compositions called Gordon. He left showbusiness to run a landscape gardening business in Northamptonshire until, in 1971, he took the part of Pharaoh in Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat, the musical by Andrew Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice.

In the 1980s and 90s Waller ran a music publishing business in America. In the last few years of his life, he reunited with Asher to play a few shows in Los Angeles, the Philippines and New York

[fiftysevenacademics]

April 12, 2024

Bennett Braun, a Chicago psychiatrist whose diagnoses of repressed memories involving horrific abuse by devil worshipers helped to fuel what became known as the “satanic panic” of the 1980s and ’90s, died on March 20 in Lauderhill, Fla., north of Miami. He was 83.

Jane Braun, one of his ex-wives, said the death, in a hospital, was from complications of a fall. Dr. Braun lived in Butte, Mont., but had been in Lauderhill on vacation.

Dr. Braun gained renown in the early 1980s as an expert in two of the most popular and controversial areas of psychiatric treatment: repressed memories and multiple personality disorder, now known as dissociative identity disorder.

He claimed that he could help patients uncover memories of childhood trauma — the existence of which, he and others said, were responsible for the splintering of a person’s self into many distinct personalities.

He created a unit dedicated to dissociative disorders at Rush-Presbyterian-St. Luke’s Medical Center in Chicago (now Rush University Medical Center); became a frequently quoted expert in the news media; and helped to found what is now the International Society for the Study of Trauma and Dissociation, a professional organization of over 2,000 members today.

It was from that sizable platform that Dr. Braun publicized his most explosive findings: that in dozens of cases, his patients discovered memories of being tortured by satanic cults and, in some cases, of having participated in the torture themselves.

He was not the only psychiatrist to make such a claim, and his supposed revelations keyed into a growing national panic.

The 1980s saw a vertiginous rise in the number of people, both children and adults, who claimed to have been abused by devil worshipers. It began in 1980 with the book “Michelle Remembers,” by a Canadian woman who said she had recovered memories of ritual abuse, and spiked following allegations of abuse at day care centers in California and North Carolina.

Elements of pop culture, such as heavy metal music and the role-playing game Dungeons and Dragons, were looped in as supposed entry points for cult activity.

Such stories were fodder for popular TV formats that reveled in the salacious, including talk shows like “Geraldo” and newsmagazines like “Dateline,” which broadcast segments that promoted such claims uncritically.

The psychiatric profession bore some responsibility for the growing panic, with respected researchers like Dr. Braun giving it a gloss of authority. He and others ran seminars and distributed research papers; they even gave the phenomenon a quasi-medical abbreviation, S.R.A., for satanic ritual abuse.

Dr. Braun’s inpatient unit at Rush became a magnet for referrals and a warehouse for patients, some of whom he kept medicated and under supervision for years

Among them was a woman from Iowa named Patricia Burgus. After interviewing her, Dr. Braun and a colleague, Roberta Sachs, claimed not only that she was the victim of satanic ritual abuse, but also that she herself was a “high priestess” of a cult that had raped, tortured and cannibalized thousands of children, including her two young sons.

Dr. Braun and Dr. Sachs sent Mrs. Burgus and her children to a mental health facility in Houston, where they were held apart for nearly three years with minimal contact with the outside world.

By then Mrs. Burgus, heavily medicated, had come to believe the doctors, telling them she recalled torches, live burials and eating the body parts of up to 2,000 people a year. After her parents served her husband meatloaf, she had him get it tested for human tissue. The tests came back negative, but Dr. Braun was not convinced.

Dr. Braun kept other patients under similar conditions at Rush or elsewhere. He persuaded one woman to have an abortion because, he convinced her, she was the product of ritualistic incest; he persuaded another to undergo tubal ligation to prevent having more children within her supposed cult.

The satanic panic began to wane in the early 1990s. A 1992 F.B.I. investigation found no evidence of coordinated cult activity in the United States, and a 1994 report by the National Center on Child Abuse and Neglect surveyed over 12,000 accusations of satanic ritual abuse and found that not a single one held up under scrutiny.

“The biggest thing was the lack of corroborating evidence,” Kenneth Lanning, a retired F.B.I. agent who wrote the 1992 report, said in a phone interview. “It’s the kind of crime where evidence would have been left behind.”

Many people distanced themselves from their earlier enthusiasms; in 1995, Geraldo Rivera apologized for an episode of his show that covered the falsehood. However, even in 1998, the NBC series “Dateline” ran an episode claiming to show widespread satanic activity in Mississippi.

Mrs. Burgus sued Rush, Dr. Braun and her insurance company over claims that he and Dr. Sachs had implanted false memories in her head. They settled out of court in 1997 for $10.6 million.

“I began to add a few things up and realized there was no way I could come from a little town in Iowa, be eating 2,000 people a year, and nobody said anything about it,” Mrs. Burgus told The Chicago Tribune in 1997.

A year later Dr. Braun’s unit at Rush was shut down, and the Illinois medical licensing board opened an investigation into his practices. In 1999, he received a two-year suspension of his license — though he did not admit wrongdoing.

Bennett George Braun was born on Aug. 7, 1940, in Chicago, to Thelma (Gimbel) and Milton Braun. His father was a professor of orthodontics at Loyola University. He graduated from Tulane University with a bachelor’s degree in psychology in 1963 and earned a master’s in the same subject in 1964. He received his medical degree from the University of Illinois in 1968.

Dr. Braun was married three times. His marriages to Renate Deutsch and Mrs. Braun both ended in divorce. His third, to Joanne Arriola, ended in her death. He is survived by five children and five grandchildren.

After temporarily losing his medical license in Illinois, Dr. Braun moved to Montana, where he received a new state license and opened a private practice.

But in 2019, one of his patients, Ciara Rehbein, sued him for overprescribing medication that left her with a permanent facial tic. She also filed a complaint against the Montana Board of Medical Examiners for allowing him a license, despite knowing his past.

Dr. Braun lost his license to practice medicine in Montana in 2020.

[beforethepoison]

jane march in the 90s

[kadavernagh]

TIMING: Current LOCATION: The Pines on Wild Chase Moose Tours PARTIES: Kaden and Regan SUMMARY: Kaden promises Regan free bones if she'll go on a Wild Moose Chase Tour with him. They have an encounter with a few surprise creatures -- a real bargain for the ticket price.

“His throat may be sore because he is not used to speaking,” Regan added, catching Jane’s curious attention, “he is an experienced mime.”

Kaden was pretty sure it was still fifty-fifty if Regan would actually show up to the moose tour at the promise of free bones. He wasn’t entirely sure if her love of bones would win out over her distaste for anything remotely fun or around people. Hell, half the time, he wasn’t even sure if she tolerated him, let alone liked him. He had to believe that she at least didn’t hate him or she wouldn’t have even considered joining him on the dumb moose tour. 

He knew he didn’t have to go on a whole tour to call her on her bluff about loving moose and knowing everything about them but honestly, she should get out of the house more. Or the morgue more likely. Maybe she’d get lucky and see a dead moose. He hoped so. It would probably make up for all the questions he planned to ask her about the “screaming moose.” A lie if he ever heard one. He just couldn’t figure out what she was covering up. Yet.

“You showed up,” he said, giving her a small wave. “I nearly thought I was going to get stood up.” They were both there early, sure, but he figured if he wasn’t there before her, she would bolt before he even got a chance to say hello.

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Regan thought only – and very strongly – of moose bones as she reluctantly marched toward the tour bus. At least the purple dusk sweeping over the sky made for an attractive backdrop. She didn’t even care about the live moose. Certainly did not care about Kaden. It would be easy to leave him behind. Her agreeing had nothing to do with him. 

“Hello.” She met his very strange look with a measured one. Others piled up behind them, chittering amongst themselves about the moose and excitement over the tour and blah blah where were the bones? She gave Kaden a deep frown. She could sense no death on him at all. “You didn’t bring them with you, the bones. You said you would give me bones after the tour, but they aren’t here.” Was his intent that they would need to see each other again? She didn’t like it. But, she supposed, if he had brought them, she would have found a way to wheedle them out of him early. She had looked up the length of the tour. 90 minutes. And then adding to that the time it would take for the bones to be presented? The thought curdled inside of her. 

The bus started with a metallic hiss of the engine and two individuals – also having not a lick of death about them – climbed out. One of them was in a moose mascot costume. The other was only slightly more normal, and wore a pair of plastic moose antlers on top of her head. Regan looked at Kaden, wondering if he knew this was the flavor of the tour? 

“Hi all you ladies and moose!” She chirped obnoxiously loud, speaking into a clip-on mic. Also, was she saying men were moose? “Welcome to Wild Moose Chase Tours! I’m Jane, and this is my co-moose, Swamp Donkey. Are you all ready to see some moose? Come aboard! And grab your antlers on the way.” Swamp Donkey held a box of the same plastic antlers adorned to Jane’s head, and passengers slowly filed onto the bus after picking up a pair. Regan gave Kaden a seething look. “You owe me real antlers for this. Understood? And you’re taking mine. You can be a… rare, four-antlered moose, since you know so much about them.” Regan turned to Jane next, who was really trying to push antlers into her hands. She busied her hands instead by gesturing to Kaden. If he were close enough she would have jabbed him with an elbow. “He’s a moose expert, by the way. Animal Control. In case you need audience participation.”

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Kaden sighed. He should have known the first thing she would ask about (and probably the only thing she cared about) was the bones. He wagged a finger at her and said, “You get those after the tour.” He knew better than to have them now. If he handed them over before the tour started, she never would have gotten on the bus. And if she was going to insist she was a massive moose fan, he was going to make her sit through the whole damn tour. Maybe it would be enough to break her will to fess up at least one of her secrets, maybe give him some insight on these ‘screaming moose.’ “Wait, how did you know I didn’t have the bones with me?” 

They were being led to the bus before he could get an answer. It was nearly impossible to bite back the smile and snickering when he saw the plastic antlers. He couldn’t wait to see her reaction to those. And he was absolutely going to find a way to get her to wear them. “You know, I don’t know if I can give you all the bones if you don’t participate in the tour,” he said, holding the second pair towards her on the way to their seats. “Don’t let her fool you, “ he said, nodding towards Jane. “She’s a huge fan of moose. Practically an expert. We should really all be asking her questions and having her lead the tour.” The poor employee looked confused and flustered, this was all probably above her pay grade. He tried to flash her a look that told her not to worry about all this. He wasn’t sure if she was able to interpret it. 

The whole setup was ridiculous and cheesy and if he were by himself, he’d hate every second of it. But since he dragged Regan here against her will? It was perfect. Maybe she’d feel a fraction of the frustration he felt anytime he tried to get one measly answer out of her. So he put on the stupid antlers and reached over to put the second pair on her head. “Come on. Can’t see the moose without them. You might scare them off otherwise.” 

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As everyone had antlers foisted into their hands and were shepherded onto the bus, Regan took an uneasy seat next to Kaden, leaving a generous amount of space between the two of them. Jane’s eyes were alight when he’d mentioned her expertise, and now Regan was expecting both she and Kaden would be picked on to answer any of her stupid moose trivia questions she had up her sleeves. Or would Swamp Donkey be asking the questions? No, Swamp Donkey was a moose. They wouldn’t have him speak.

The bus departed from the moose center and Kaden was nudging a pair of antlers toward her head. Regan hissed and tried to swat them away. “They should be frightened. Alive, they mean nothing to me.” Someone sitting behind the two of them whispered to their companion, hushed tone uneasy. And Kaden was so festeringly persistent she was forced to snatch the band out of his hands and stuff it into the pouch on the back of the seats in front of them. There. Gone. Out of sight, at least. “Is this it?” She asked him, eyes narrowed into slits. “Is this what you wanted? Are you filled with joy, or whatever it is that marks an occasion as pleasurable and exciting for you? I would do a lot for bones, but this is pushing it.” And it was also entirely too late to leave. The bus was already headed toward the highway – moose country. 

As Jane flitted down the aisle to check on everyone, she stopped in front of the two of them. “Oh, did you not get your antlers?” Jane asked, voice full of confusion and what struck Regan as fake concern. She reached atop her own head, pulled hers off, and flicked a switch on the band. Before Regan could even process the blinking lights covering the antlers, they were slapped onto her skull. “Here! Take mine! They light up.” She turned to Kaden next, which Regan could at least be thankful for; he would not escape humiliation of his own. Right? Jane pushed a recording device into his hands. “As our Animal Control expert, would you mind making a recording of your best moose call? Maybe we can draw in some big ones! Channel the musk into your voice!”

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Kaden bit down on his lip to try and keep from laughing as the antlers blinked on top of Regan’s head, but he couldn’t hold it back entirely, a few snickers escaped. This was even better than he could have imagined. “Fashionable. You should keep them. Wear them to work. Make the dead bodies a little cheerier.” 

Before she had time to chastise him for suggesting such a thing, there was a recording device in his face. “Uh…” His eyes went wide and confusion swept over his face. Alright, this was only fun when he was the one picking on Regan, not when he was the one in the hot seat. Putain de merde, they wanted a moose call? His eyes darted to Regan who seemed just as amused as he had been a second ago. Looking back at this Jane person, he decided to cough and clear his throat. “Sorry,” he said, trying to make his voice as dry and damaged as possible. “I can’t. Little hoarse today. You can ask our other expert.” He nudged Regan and tried to hand the device off to her. He didn’t need to see her to know that the answer from her was going to be a resounding “no.”

“Didn’t I hear you talking earlier?” Jane asked, almost looking hurt that no one was joining in on the experience to the fullest.

“What?” Kaden replied at full volume, forgetting his ruse. Merde. He tried to cough again and play it up. “Comes in waves.” That seemed to be enough for her and the bus was moving now. Finally, they were on their way. Jane didn’t miss a beat and started on her script, explaining all about the majestic moose of Maine. Now that the recording device was gone, Kaden’s hand shot up. The tour guide did her best to ignore him but he was persistent. With a sigh, she paused and nodded, allowing him to ask his question. “What do you know about these screaming moose? I keep hearing about them. This is new to me. Are they a local variant to Wicked’s Rest?”

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Kaden had tried to push the recording device toward her, and for a second, Regan was tempted to grab it, screech, and make the blasted thing expire in front of them. Jane’s insistence spared the bus that experience and Regan was left with a burning shame that she’d had such a rash impulse to begin with. It was uncharacteristic, a symptom of her present discomfort, and she needed to be better. “His throat may be sore because he is not used to speaking,” Regan added, catching Jane’s curious attention, “he is an experienced mime.” 

As Kaden asked his question (with a remarkably clear voice, as Jane probably noticed), Regan felt as though the bus lurched forward, leaving her stomach behind. It was inevitable the topic of screaming moose would come up. Part of her knew that. But that did not prepare her. “Ignore him,” Regan piped up, sliding forward in her seat in an effort to obstruct Jane’s view of Kaden. “He knows everything there is to know about the subject, and is only testing your knowledge. I don’t think you should waste your time humoring him.” She gave him a dark glare, which helped distract from the painful cramping inside her gut. “That’s perfectly alright!” Jane chirped in her irritating manner, “We love our screaming moose here at Wild Moose Chase, and can never talk too much about ‘em!” She gestured over to Swamp Donkey, and the costumed man (or, more likely, underpaid college student) approached the mic. “The screaming moose are a rare, local subspecies.” Jane’s voice lowered, her hands and fingers splayed out, wiggling, emphasizing the mystery of it all. “Swamp Donkey here will give a demonstration of what they sound like.” The moose’s giant head bobbed, felt-constructed dewlap swaying.

And through the thick layers of fabric, the costumed moose man screamed into the mic. It was a harsh, unimpressive sound, and the driver did not even pause.

The bus filled with clapping hands, and a couple of children bounced around in their seats, unable to contain their awe. Regan sprung out of her seat, too. But her eyes narrowed in barely contained fury. “How dare you –” She nearly lost her balance as the bus turned, and gripped hard on the edge of the seat in front of her, knuckles tense and white. Righteousness filled her, and her tirade may as well have been voiced by her grandmother, not her; her thoughts were pumped into her from another time, another world. “Know your place,” she hissed, “an bhfuil muid ceaptha a bheith tógtha leis an gcogar truamhéileach sin?” Regan caught her breath. The stirrings of a frustrated scream pushed against her lungs but she swallowed it. And… a bus full of eyes were on her, she was starting to realize. “You call this an educational experience…” She muttered.

Jane blinked. Swamp Donkey backed away and slunk toward the rear of the bus. Regan lost her grip on the seat and staggered, the weight of her outburst pulling her back down. She could not look at Kaden. 

“Right-o,” Jane said, seemingly stunned. “The existence of the screaming moose may be controversial to some. I guess.” The driver saved the moment, craning his neck toward Jane in some kind of a signal. “We have our first moose!” She announced.

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Kaden had to bite back the smirk threatening to break out on his face. The doctor seemed very eager to shut down any talk about the supposed screaming moose. Almost like she knew more than she was letting on. There was no denying that the medical examiner was full of secrets, ones she wasn’t keen on sharing with Kaden no matter how hard he’d tried. But maybe, just maybe, today he could pry one more little nugget of truth out of her. If she was a warden, well, he wanted to know that for plenty of reasons. If she was something else, alright he probably didn’t need to know. It wasn’t like they were friends. Unless they were? He couldn’t tell. Curiosity beckoned him either way. He was going to figure this shit out. If nothing else so he knew what the fuck a screaming moose really was.

“Actually, I don’t think I do know everything. I’m not local, you know. I grew up in France. It’s very far away. As far as I know, we don’t have screaming moose there so I was hoping to get a good local perspective,” he told Jane, who was all too happy to elaborate, getting the mascot man in on the whole thing. Kaden wished he had been more prepared for the screech that was unleashed into the microphone. It wasn’t quite as loud as whatever local “moose” was screaming in the woods or around town, but it was bad enough that he winced at the sound that stunned his ears. 

He shot the mascot a dirty look, about to tell him to back away from the mic next time when Regan had already launched into her own grievance. Wait, she had a grievance? His brow furrowed, trying to figure out why the display had angered her so much. If he had to guess, it was almost as if she was taking the imitation personally. His eyes drifted from the moose mascot to the medical examiner, hoping to glean some sort of insight by staring at her. How dare you. Know your place. That was definitely what she said, he hadn’t misheard her. Putain, what the hell had she meant by that?

“Didn’t realize you were so passionate about screaming moose,” he said at a volume meant only for her to hear. The rest of the bus was up and scooting and standing to get a glimpse of the announced moose. “Sort of sounded like you were defending them or something. Maybe I’m off base, though.” Kaden shrugged and glanced out the window next to him, looking for the moose in question. 

“Oh, wow this is a treat!” Jane said just as Kaden was starting to process what it was he was looking at. “This is a very rare moose variant that’s native to these parts. It’s not a screaming moose, unfortunately, but it is certainly unique!”

She was right about that in some ways. It certainly wasn’t a treat, though. The ranger shifted in his seat, craning his head to get a better look at the creature which was definitely not a moose. That was a bies if he ever saw one. “Putain de merde,” he grumbled. He had opened his mouth to say something to Regan when the microphone was shoved in front of his face. 

“Please, tell us more!” Jane chirped, thrilled for such an exciting event. Kaden was less thrilled, pushing it away.

“The only thing I’m telling you is that we should drive far away. Now.” Funny, would be a great time for a fucking screaming moose to make an appearance.  

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She did not appreciate Kaden’s pointed whispering. She appreciated even less that she had just sounded exactly like her grandmother, and she burned with shame at the realization, melting back into her seat. She could feel Kaden staring at her. He should mind his own business. Yet she couldn’t resist answering him along the same vein; it was automatic, a reflex. “They’re magnificent creatures,” Regan muttered, “so no, I won’t tolerate this mockery.” Fortunately (or unfortunately) Jane had the bus practically screech to a stop as everyone coalesced on one side of the bus to get a good look at the moose. The bus wouldn’t tip over, would it? She didn’t really want to deal with picking bodies out of wreckage today. Though considering the lack of a scream, she supposed they’d at least be alive.

The bus was full of ooing and awing and excited murmuring that people got their money’s worth. Nothing like that from Kaden, though. Shouldn’t he be more excited than anyone to see a moose, given his job? Or did that make it blasé? You’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all? “What, you don’t like a unique moose?” She raised a brow, studying him. He’d given her that look enough times; now it was her turn. Regan peered over him and caught a glimpse of the animal out the window – difficult to see through the throngs of people, but it looked large. Very large. And the moose seemed… really chunky, actually. Regan had seen a lot of moose and none had a habitus quite like this. Drive away? He really didn’t like this moose. She thought back to what he’d told her in the woods, about the creatures, the giant lizard, the things he hunted, and a connection sparked… and then she let it sizzle out, because she didn’t like it.

The bus’s door hissed open and Jane bounced over to it, waving people over as she zoomed down the aisle. “Come on, come on, you won’t want to miss this one! He’s a beauty. Get your cameras ready!” Regan’s eyes widened in alarm and she looked at Kaden. Okay, it re-sparked. Concern did it. What if Jane was leading everyone out to something dangerous? Actually, an angry moose was dangerous to begin with. Did this have something to do with the safety waivers they all signed? A shared moment of panic gave way to what Regan thought might have been a shared sense of responsibility. “I can’t just let – I mean, what if – I might be the only doctor here. And moose are, you know, the – I’ve seen them gore people before, and this seems like a bad idea, doesn’t it? Big animal. Camera flashes. The morgue is nearly full right now. It can’t fit everyone here.” Okay, so they agreed on one thing. Out the window, as everyone filed out, Regan caught a glimpse of the moose again, its eyes glowing in the darkness. Why was there a third – never mind. With a chuff of hot air streaming from its nostrils, it lowered its body, its head bowed as if showing off its enormous antlers. Or as if it were about to–

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The lines in Kaden’s face crinkled as he fit some of the pieces of the puzzle together. “You’re taking this sort of personally,” he said to her, looking over to try and gauge her reaction. It was likely to be subtle unless he really ruffled her feathers, he’d learned that much. “Almost like you have some sort of deep connection to these screaming moose.” Like maybe she was one of the screaming moose. Did that mean she was a were-moose? Did she shapeshift into a moose to scream in the woods?

Putain de merde, that was the dumbest thought to ever cross his mind. She obviously wasn’t a shapeshifter, of all the fucking people on this bus, he’d know before most. Unless it was a curse and didn’t work the way normal shifters did and therefore threw off his hunter senses. He’d never heard about were-moose before but he’d also never heard of goo swallowing people whole before. Anything was possible. Except she’d mentioned fae in some capacity before. 

Right, this was idiotic. And didn’t fucking matter when there was a bies right outside the bus. “I like a unique moose just fine. But some are aggressive. Like that vulture I helped you with.” He hoped she understood what he was implying from the context of it all. There was a spark of recognition in her eyes and Kaden felt a fleeting sense of hope.

Then the doors opened. And the tour guide was leading everyone out of the bus. “Hey, no, stop,” he said, trying to wave his arms and encourage the innocent idiots to turn back. “We should really leave nature be, right? View from a distance. A safe one. As a moose expert, I really recommend that you stay inside of the–”

No one was listening to him. Or to Regan. They were all too concerned with the “moose.” Kaden looked over to the window and saw it prepare to charge straight into the gaggle of moose enthusiasts outside the bus. Putain de fucking merde. Kaden couldn’t get out of the bus fast enough, he knew that much, but he had to act. Now. But how?

He reached over and yanked down the window and screamed out at the monster as loud as he could manage. The beast twitched its ears in discomfort but it was barely a disruption. It wasn’t going to change course. Shit. “Don’t look at the eye!” he shouted with his now strained voice across the way to the people oohing and awing, most of them with their phones out snapping pictures like it was all part of the plan. If only he had his gun on him but some stupid part of him thought it wouldn’t be necessary on a goddamn moose tour. 

The monster was about to take off running when a loud noise split through the forest, sending Kaden’s hands to his ears to try and block out the pain piercing into his eardrum. When he looked up, he saw a rustle in the trees behind the spooked monster. Something else was there and he could only hope the antlers peaking through weren’t from another bies. 

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No one was listening to either of them, and because of the way Kaden was reacting, Regan’s belly swam with dread, the instinct that something was about to go very wrong. But she would know, wouldn’t she? If someone were about to die, at least… and her lungs were compliant for now, and not so close to bursting. She stayed close to Kaden, watching him slam the window down with some confusion. “I don’t think you can fit through–” Oh, his plan was warning them with a poor excuse for a scream. How sad that his voice seemed to ache from such a small effort. “I’ve heard better,” she said flatly at him, crossing her arms, as if that were the most important commentary she could offer. Right. Probably not. “Listen to the officer!” Regan shouted, carefully – but maybe not perfectly – towing the line between regular (pitiful) human shout and her superior cords. That at least made a couple of people glance over at the bus, but she could still see flashes from a few phone cameras.

“They don’t like eye contact? And did I see a third– actually, forget it.” Regan asked him under her breath. Another flash in the darkness. And out of the corner of her eye, she saw the great creature’s head lower even more as it kicked up at the ground. This was extremely bad. Preemptively call the EMTs bad.

With the crowd mostly off the bus, Regan had enough room to squeeze down the aisle and out the door, Kaden not far behind. Before they even stumbled outside, a harsh scream split the night in half. No human could have made a noise like that. Perhaps even nothing but a banshee. Regan froze in place and locked eyes with Kaden, who looked far more pained and shaken by such an impressive aria. “Like that. That was better,” Regan told him. Was Siobhan out in the woods, somehow? Maybe she had been looking for carcasses and happened to be in the area. Her eyes were full of awe and instead of the dread that gripped her heart earlier, it now felt full.

Regan jumped off the bus just in time to see the huge moose-like beast rear up on its hind legs, screaming like a wounded animal instead of banshee. Kaden just barely managed to pull a woman out of the way before the creature slammed back down with tremendous force. And there, behind it, was a second one. Or, no, those were actual moose antlers. The moose emerged from the brush and, side-by-side with the first animal, it became immediately obvious how much larger and bulkier Kaden’s creature was. The tourists went wild. More flashes. More cheering. And the larger creature was quickly recovering from whatever had screamed near it. Could it have been… Regan eyed the moose suspiciously. No. There was no way. 

But when it opened its great mouth and bellowed another scream, Regan was the only one left without hands pressed to their ears. Sure, it didn’t have the force of a banshee scream, but it nearly had the volume, and the first almost-moose was not happy about it. It bucked wildly, knocking a couple people over – Regan tried to push near them – it was finally left reeling and others were dangerously close. The moose had fully emerged now, and looking straight at the bigger creature, it opened its mouth again as if threatening it with more. 

A screaming moose. Bás síoraí, an actual screaming moose. 

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Kaden didn’t have time for Kavanagh’s criticisms of his scream. Nor did he have time to think about why the hell she was criticizing it at all. He had to find a way to keep the crowd safe from the bies across the way since it was damn clear they weren’t going to help themselves and the tour guides weren’t any better. 

When he looked back up to see whatever the hell was headed their way now, Kaden was almost sure he was hallucinating. Was that actually a moose? It couldn’t be the source of that sound. There was no way. That wasn’t the sound moose made. 

The ranger rubbed his eyes and blinked, expecting to see something different when he looked back but it only got stranger. There was definitely a moose and it was definitely screaming. 

Putain de merde.

Worse yet, the tourists ate up the whole show. They were cheering, thrilled and delighted. He would have stood there slack-jawed if the bies hadn’t started to buck and flail. Kaden grabbed whoever he could out of the way and tried to use himself as a shield. The next scream from the goddamn screaming moose made him wince in pain once more and the monster used the opportunity to swing its head towards Kaden, trying to skewer him with its antlers. 

His hands had been rising to cover his ears again, but he pivoted and managed to grip onto the antlers before they could impale him or anyone else. He braced against the beast, using every bit of strength he had to try and push the creature back into the forest where it came from. He had a feeling stabbing the bies wasn’t going to be a great choice in front of an audience but he had to do something. “In. Side,” he said through grit teeth. He didn’t know who he was speaking to but he hoped Kavanagh could hear him and could follow his lead. “Get them. Inside. Now.” 

The monster threw its head back and Kaden flipped back with it. He held tight onto the antlers as his feet left the ground and his body flew through the air. It took a second to get his bearings, but with the next bout of wild thrashing, he leaned into the direction the bies was sending him, using all his weight to pull the creature off balance. Kaden dragged the bies onto the ground, wrestling to keep its head pinned down. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on long. 

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Regan would never forget the way Kaden launched himself at the creature. It was protective and automatic; he wedged himself between the beast and the deeply stupid humans like his life was worth nothing compared to theirs. Even the moose’s next scream barely fazed him (though his ears disagreed) and he kept trying to get the others away. Was– was the thing about to gore him? His hands wrapped around the antler’s prongs and, for a second, the two of them were locked eye to eye. That must have required tremendous strength. Regan thought of Jade tumbling with the spawn and coming out on top. This thing was far larger, and it easily catapulted Kaden over its head.

She still did not believe half the things he said. But between his actions right now and Regan being pressed for what to do, she decided to lower herself to listening to him. She pulled in a deep breath and faced the crowd. Fine. “Come on, back on the bus! There’s an… official screaming moose viewing seat. You do not want to be the last one there. The best views go to those who get there first.” Never mind that the best views were out here; she was as qualified as anyone to make it official, so her stomach allowed it to pass as the truth. A few people murmured amongst themselves and excitement fomented. In the background, Kaden was nearly trampled. Come on, humans. Come on. It was working. In just a few moments, everyone was clamoring to get back on the bus – to relative safety. Jane looked more than a little peeved at being usurped, but then something changed in her face. Her gaze fell toward the bus. Envy streaked through her eyes. She needed to see the official seat for herself. How could she not have known this about her own bus?

In, they were all going in. The bus was packed right. And right now, Kaden was her primary concern. Somehow he’d managed to push the creature back, but that wouldn’t last for long, and his muscles had to be splitting right now as he became one giant contusion. “Can you move?” Regan called out, eyes darting between the waiting bus and the beast that would not be preoccupied for much longer. Another scream from the moose bought a little time.

She needed to get in front of Kaden and get him as far back as possible. No, you just need to be better. It was difficult to pry her way between them, but Kaden was losing steam quickly and wasn’t fast enough to stop her. Regan’s throat was clenched as tightly as her fists as she tried to funnel her own screech toward the creature, but directing the sound was a skill she hadn’t perfected, and she was already wincing thinking about what Kaden’s ears must be going through. That was a problem for later.

The huge animal wobbled, three eyes blinking dazedly, and then bolted back into the woods with all of the grace of slipping on ice. The moose – the actual moose – only stood stoic, watching all of this with an almost bored expression on its long face. If one could read a moose’s face. Maybe they all just looked a little bored? And then its head turned, and Regan froze as the animal seemed to stare straight into her. Was it going to charge them? No, it… with a subtle nod of its head that made its dewlap bob, the moose simply turned and wandered back into the woods. If she were willing to suspend her disbelief about a moose expressing something on its face a little more, she suspected it would have been something like approval.

She bent down to tend to Kaden, but her eyes were fixed on the spot where the moose once was. “What an amazing creature,” Regan said, stunned and meaning every word. “The moose, I mean. I think I get it now, you know. The tour.” Right. Doctor. Patient. Hero. “Do you need, uh, some help? Can you even hear me?” Perhaps she should have acted like her hearing was addled, too. At this point it was probably easier to make something up, however much it twisted in her gut. Regan offered an arm rather than her hand, in case Kaden needed to brace himself.

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If he had time to feel relieved, Kaden would have felt it wash over him as he saw the tourists start to shuffle back onto the bus. He didn’t know how she had convinced them to do so, especially considering Kavanagh made a terrible saleswoman, but he was glad she managed.

He was less thrilled to see her headed towards him and the bies and the moose. He’d lost his grip on the antlers but the hunter managed to duck away as they threatened to gore him. Kaden didn’t know how long he could keep going, but he threw his body into the creature’s side anyway, pushing it back and sending it stumbling off balance. 

Kavanagh was still headed his way. And telling him to move? A hoof slammed into his knee and Kaden found himself on the ground, Regan standing between him and the bies. No. This wasn’t going to– He had to stand up and drag her away. But he was barely on his knees when a scream shot through him like a bullet to his eardrums. He doubled over and tried his best to block the sound with his hands over his ears. It didn’t seem to do much to help and he was sure he was screaming, too, but he couldn’t have heard that even if he wanted to. And the thought of any more sound layered on top of whatever that was only seemed like asking for pain.

When he was able to peel himself off the ground and look up, the bies had turned and darted back towards the forest. The moose, however, was still there, stoic as ever. Did it…? No, there was no way that moose nodded at Kavanagh. He must have been seeing things. The ringing in his ears must have spread to his vision somehow. 

All he could hear were muffled words from the doctor as she faced him. Kaden did his best to understand but it wasn’t happening. The arm held out, that he could understand. He reached out and braced himself as he stood, shakier than he thought he was. He made a meager attempt to wipe off some of the dirt and leaves covering his clothes but he knew it wasn’t worth trying too hard at this point. “What the hell just happened?” He realized the error of asking that right now as soon as he spoke. “Actually, tell me later. When my ears aren’t fucking bleeding.” He wasn’t entirely sure if they were or not, hadn’t checked, but it sure felt like they were. “You know I really thought the screaming moose were bullshit you made up,” he told her as they made their way back onto the bus. 

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Oh, yes, Kaden was going to be purple. At the mention of bleeding ears, Regan craned her neck to check if he really did have blood dripping down the sides of his face. Nothing. Dramatic. She plucked a leaf from his hair while she was at it (though it did kind of match with the lovely roadkill sheen he was sporting). “So… so did I.” Regan wiped the stunned expression from her face – it was something her grandmother would have berated her for, and it was better to keep up the ruse anyway. “I think you might be able to explain more than I can,” she said, perfectly aware, and grateful, that he might not hear. “You’ll be fine. Stay away from loud noises for a while. No using a firearm. Oh, I should write this down for you…”

Back on the bus, everyone pushed past Regan (how dare they lay a finger–) and immediately swarmed Kaden. “Tell us about the screaming moose! And the thick moose!” They dangled from his shoulders, pulled at his jacket, and Regan did all she could to avoid blowing the windows out of the bus (which, mostly, was biting her tongue and processing the fact the screaming moose really existed). But right now, Kaden was her patient – again – and all of this jostling would only prolong recovery. When Regan was sure she wasn’t about to scream, she barked out a warning. “You’re not going to hear anything from him unless you stop shouting and sit down. Your shouting is nothing to be proud of, anyway.” Jane had been caught up in the feeding frenzy but must have realized Regan had a point (even if not delivered to her liking), because she asked everyone to be seated in a much more genial manner. 

She herself was immune from the instructions, though. As everyone bounced in their seats ready to hear more about the showstopping moose they just saw – best tour ever, they murmured – Jane (flanked by Swamp Donkey) rushed up with something shining in her hands. A pit formed in Regan’s stomach. But then Jane reached past her, to Kaden.

“You get to wear the golden antlers!” She crooned.

Regan needed to figure out how to leave a 10 star review on her Blackberry.

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Eliza Hamilton (Hamilton): 92%

Katara (Avatar: The Last Airbender): 92%

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Princess Celestia (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic): 85%

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beth march (little women): 88%

tina belcher (bob's burgers): 88%

tom hansen (500 days of summer): 88%

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Meg March (Little Women): 92%

Eliza Hamilton (Hamilton): 92%

Jane Villanueva (Jane the Virgin): 91%

Rosalind Walker (Chilling Adventures of Sabrina): 90%

Nani Pelekai (Lilo & Stitch): 90%

Jennifer Jareau (Criminal Minds): 90%

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Emma Pillsbury (Glee) 90% Melanie Hamilton (Gone With the Wind): 88% Jane Bennet (Pride and Prejudice): 87% Meg March (Little Woman): 87% Charlotte York (Sex and the City): 86% Queen Elizabeth II (The Crown): 82%

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