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apocalypsehowcomm2024-03-10 08:34 pm
byeeeeeeeee) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2024-03-10 08:34 pm
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Who: Hunter, Eda, Raine
When: Sometime shortly after the finale
Where: Bonnie's
Summary: Family bonding
Warnings: None
Hunter's room is...a mess. Most of the boxes are still unpacked, even days later. He takes out what he needs when he needs it, and it's a crapshoot whether anything actually makes it into a drawer or on a shelf. His clothes all smell musty and are in need of a good wash. A pile of unfinished sewing projects has been kicked under the desk until he figures out why the sewing machine isn't working. There are library books that never got returned - he's afraid to take them back now, the late fees must be astronomical.
It should be easy. Fifteen years have come and gone, but for him it's been a matter of days. The thin thread of hope that he'd go home - somehow, some day, some way - snapped when they emerged to a changed Glouchester. He spends so much time staring at the boxes but not doing anything with them that Flapjack feels the need to hop on the top of his head and yank a few hairs.
"Right. Fine." Nothing's getting done here, so he stands up from his bed. "Maybe Eda and Raine need help with something."
This is how he finds himself, wandering first to their room and then, if they are not there, the rest of the common spaces in the house.
When: Sometime shortly after the finale
Where: Bonnie's
Summary: Family bonding
Warnings: None
Hunter's room is...a mess. Most of the boxes are still unpacked, even days later. He takes out what he needs when he needs it, and it's a crapshoot whether anything actually makes it into a drawer or on a shelf. His clothes all smell musty and are in need of a good wash. A pile of unfinished sewing projects has been kicked under the desk until he figures out why the sewing machine isn't working. There are library books that never got returned - he's afraid to take them back now, the late fees must be astronomical.
It should be easy. Fifteen years have come and gone, but for him it's been a matter of days. The thin thread of hope that he'd go home - somehow, some day, some way - snapped when they emerged to a changed Glouchester. He spends so much time staring at the boxes but not doing anything with them that Flapjack feels the need to hop on the top of his head and yank a few hairs.
"Right. Fine." Nothing's getting done here, so he stands up from his bed. "Maybe Eda and Raine need help with something."
This is how he finds himself, wandering first to their room and then, if they are not there, the rest of the common spaces in the house.