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[indig0trolls]

I'm also going to be publishing the finished customs together as a batch (not for purchase obviously) so y'all have something to look at for them

[kedreeva]

Mwahahaha I got SO. MUCH. done today because of you. So I hope this still counts!

1) made a call to a city councilor that I'd been putting off.

2) went out of my way to push back on a building inspection that I would normally have dithered about for two days.

3) made myself eat actual lunch and not just half a cup of coffee bc I'm "busy"

4) attended a town hall meeting and spoke up!

5) got home from said meeting tired af and went to screw in cement board even though I really wanted to just say fuck it and do nothing for the rest of the night.

no, I'm laughing too hard at this immediate follow up, and I will now be using it to go to bed asap.

(OG post for those reading along)

Below a cut for length:

“You-” The word stuck, and Sam cleared her throat. “You’ve been watching Osker, right?”

Jane’s heart squirmed at the mention of his name. “When I have time.”

“And he-” She hesitated again. “How is he?”

“You’ve seen him,” she said, and then her brow furrowed. She had assumed, because Sam saw Charlie almost daily, that she would have been to see Osker just as often, but the guilt in Sam’s eyes told a different story. “You haven’t.”

“I tried, when he first got brought in, after he healed,” she explained. “But he just… he lost it. Shouting. Trying to warn me. Telling me to stay away. It was so stressful for him, I just… I couldn’t go back.”

“We could go see him in a few hours?” Jane ventured.

“I want to,” Sam said, but shook her head. “I shouldn’t, though. If I go, it could mess things up for you and your partner. I’ll see him when he’s out.”

When he’s out. The girl’s confidence in Jane and Brooke was heartening.

She reached out and laid a gentle hand on Sam’s shoulder, hoping it wasn’t too forward a gesture. “We’re going to get him out. No matter what else we do, we’re going to get them both out.”

Though she pulled her shoulder from Jane’s loose grasp, Sam nodded and wiped discreetly at one eye with the edge of her sleeve. “Yeah,” she agreed, tight throat strangling the word. “Yeah. Thank you.”

Jane stepped back to give Sam space. “We’re going to get it all sorted out. They said they’ll have the rest of the records for us by tomorrow afternoon.”

Sam straightened her shoulders and seemed to almost don the woman Jane had first met. “Well, while they’re doing that, do you want to come see the site for yourself?” A certain light had come to her eyes, sly and proud as she suggested breaking the rules. “I can take you there, if you think it would help.”

“It’s two in the morning,” Jane said with a little laugh.

“I’m sorry,” Sam responded in a tone that said she wasn’t sorry at all. “Am I waking you up?”

Jane’s bark of laughter startled both of them in the empty, echoing stairwell. “No, I suppose you’re not,” she conceded in good humor. “And I would very much appreciate a visit to the… site. If it’s safe to travel, in the dark?”

“It’s never safe,” Sam told her. “You know that. We may as well leave when no one can see us.”

“Ah,” Jane said. “That’s right, you’re not allowed out.”

“Technically?” Sam smiled, lifting her chin a little in defiance. “I’d like to see them try to keep me in. So?”

Jane gestured with one arm, unwittingly reminiscent of another. “Lead the way.”