It starts, as always, with the bees.
They’re what the locals talk about. If you go into town, especially in the summertime when the air is dry and the sun is hot and any scrap of shade or breeze feels like a five star hotel, the locals talk about the bees. The swarms, the droning, the lazy flutters in the gardens and near the porches.
If you see bees in Hawkins, Indiana, they say, they’re from the Lab.
The Lab isn’t actually a lab. It’s a derisive nickname for a community five miles outside of town; through the woods, near the woods, in the woods, they’re not really sure. No one from Hawkins goes further than the little sign on the dirt road to and from.
Honey Haven. An experimental community founded on trust, cooperation, and the goodness in all men’s hearts. Est. 1966. Population: 565. Settlement: five miles east.
“Experimental” was all it took for the locals to come up with the nickname. They’re a practical group - farmers, workmen, store owners - and not a creative one.
Steve nods politely and gently shoos a bee away from his face as he listens to the chief of police complain, for the fourth time in the two days they’ve been here, about being barred entry and denied warrants, about nearly being arrested himself when he tried to sneak in.
“Something is wrong about that place,” he insists.
“We know that, chief,” Robin says. “That's why we’re here.”
Well, it’s not the whole truth. The whole truth is that they’ve been asking enthusiastic locals for nearly six months now for help. They’ve asked the mailman for what mail he delivers there (beekeeping supplies and letters in, but few letters out), the garbage collector for what they throw out (wood, clothes, a whole lot of paper), and some bored housewives to root through the phone book and call the main line (a cheerful voice answers and promptly starts asking what got them interested).
All in all, it’s fishy. Maybe not as concerning as their client made it out to be, but worth paying a visit. Worth seeing what the deal is.
Worth meeting Eddie Munson, whose worried uncle hired Steve and Robin to investigate his whereabouts after not hearing from him for a year.
“They limit communication,” the chief - Hopper, his name tag says - “but they’ll let you come and go at first. We’ll be able to get more letters in than out.”
“We know,” Steve says, shooing another bee off of Robin. “We got this.”
“I really hope so.”
They say their polite goodbyes and start walking down the road. No cars in the settlement, they’ve learned. Too much noise, too much pollution. They hurt the bees.
Steve and Robin walk five miles down the dirt road in the middle of the afternoon in July. They’d speak, ordinarily, fill the silence with jokes and stories and laughter, but silence is nowhere to be found.
The droning of bees from swarms unseen fills the air, and Steve thinks, while fanning himself with his hands, that the sound could swallow him whole.
Part 2. Part 3 (background lore)
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People have pointed out that Zuko goes from grunting a lot when fire bending to then being calmer and more fluid with his bending after meeting the dragons but no one has talked about Aang's air bending
In the first couple episodes he does this thing where he scrunches up his nose to do a big move with air, but by the end of the series he's pulling off theses amazing moves with little effort shown
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Hello, random billionaire. I want to play a game. In front of you is an unsealed, poorly built submarine. You do not have to go in the submarine. If you do, i will seal you inside and drop you so deep in the ocean that no one will ever find your body. Entering the submarine will cost you $250,000. Just to reiterate, you absolutely do not have to go in the submarine. There is no benefit to going in the submarine. You have 96 hours. Make your choice.
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Thinking about how Spencer Reid is not a fan of physical touch but when he gets a partner???????????? That man is all up in you space - if you're comfortable with it as well of course.
Hugging, hand holding, kissing, cuddling in his bed, on his couch, in the jet if you're a part of the BAU.
This man is so touch starved he loves any sort of physical affection from you. Even if it is just as much as holding his pinky - or him holding yours, depends - when walking down the street or big crowds, even if you both dislike crowds.
He just loves loves loves touching you in any sort of way, any time of the day, for any reason he'll find.
You're cooking? Hugs from behind.
You're doing the dishes? Hugs from behind.
You're reading? His head is on your chest or lap and your fingers are running through his hair or your head is on his chest and he does the same to you.
You're sleeping? Surprise; Spencer is holding you or is ON you, being your weighted blanket or using you as his blanket, pulling you on him.
That's all 😊
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