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Last Train to London
Reigen told himself that he'd celebrate every good thing that came his way from now on--no matter how small. He wouldn't celebrate it in want of something but for it's own sake. After all, there was no higher power to bargain with. It was just him.
Him and two kids.
Him and two kids and a giant VW Bus he was 60% comfortable handling. And a magical piece of paper that kept their entire lives packed neatly and lightly.
He kept reminding himself of how far he'd come in just a few weeks whenever he started really missing a nice matcha. He had Doppio on a strict assignment to look out for even the instant stuff. Every day was a new lesson in unpredictability but they'd found that there were clusters of stability. Some towns had mostly escaped the rupture unscathed and others were like patchwork from a monkey's hands. You just took what you got, hustled, and hoped for the best.
Today--today wasn't bad. They'd lucked out with a highway cutting through a sprawling plain with small patches of life in the distance. There was no telling how long the road would last, but word had spread across the town they'd just left that it went on for awhile. The street signs weren't in a language he recognized but it's not like they'd serve their purpose even if they did. Reigen spared a thought for all the taxpayer dollars gone to waste.
"Quartermaster," he snapped his fingers and adjusted the thick technicolor shades on his nose, "coffee me."
Him and two kids.
Him and two kids and a giant VW Bus he was 60% comfortable handling. And a magical piece of paper that kept their entire lives packed neatly and lightly.
He kept reminding himself of how far he'd come in just a few weeks whenever he started really missing a nice matcha. He had Doppio on a strict assignment to look out for even the instant stuff. Every day was a new lesson in unpredictability but they'd found that there were clusters of stability. Some towns had mostly escaped the rupture unscathed and others were like patchwork from a monkey's hands. You just took what you got, hustled, and hoped for the best.
Today--today wasn't bad. They'd lucked out with a highway cutting through a sprawling plain with small patches of life in the distance. There was no telling how long the road would last, but word had spread across the town they'd just left that it went on for awhile. The street signs weren't in a language he recognized but it's not like they'd serve their purpose even if they did. Reigen spared a thought for all the taxpayer dollars gone to waste.
"Quartermaster," he snapped his fingers and adjusted the thick technicolor shades on his nose, "coffee me."
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It was past midnight and the moon had disappeared from the sky. The kids were bundled up in the back of the van and Reigen--he had set up camp around their unfortunate new passenger. He had been hesitant to move her too much (she'd showed up out of nowhere after disappearing and then promptly collapsed), so he'd summon the last of his coordination to set up cover and keep the fire going while he took first watch.
When Max groaned around began stirring Reigen might have cried a little. Just from the smoke, of course. "Oh, thank god. Hey. Can you hear me?"
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“…So, uh, you were gone for awhile. What happened?”
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“Were you born with those powers? Or did they just…” Reigen squinted, trying to find the words in his already-hungover brain, and settled for gesturing to mimic something plopping down unexpectedly from the sky.
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“So…is that what happened here? You just…hopped to a different timeline?” His tone wasn’t at all skeptical as much as it was one that was bogged down by his currently-plodding ability to wrap his head around it.
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“So…what kind of place was it?”
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Click. The van’s back door unlatched. It was quiet but impossible to miss with how still their snowy patch of woods was.
“…Oh! Donna.” He waved. “Hey, second watch hasn’t started yet…”
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“I’m sorry! I couldn’t sleep and I heard you were up, Miss Caulfield, and I was going to check on you but…I eavesdropped instead.”
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