#Caravan Eden

[bobbie-robron]

Look, dad… me and Katie, we’re together now. And whatever happens, that’s not gonna change. But if you don’t want us here, then it’s up to you. (Part 1)

Well, you’re always welcome, son.

Robert surprises Katie (‘patience woman!’) with their very own ‘dream home’… a caravan. Jack invites both Andy and Daz to dinner (oh, this won’t end well) but he isn’t interested and yet… Andy changes his mind afterwards (if it wasn’t for Jack, Daz wouldn’t be back with him). Robert and Katie check out of the B&B and Robert manages to pilfer a keepsake from there 😂. Jack is not pleased that Robert brought Katie with him. Andy goes ballistic on Robert and calls Katie an uunkind name before he (and Daz) huff off. Katie tries apologizing to Andy.

16-May-2004

[im-adrienne]

Demo Day Tomorrow!

Hey, if you're interested in the following games and do not have time to play, cannot download, etc. - I got you! I'm playing the demos tomorrow!

Eden Crafters

Fruitbus

Haunted House Renovator

Farmer's Dynasty 2

Caravan Sandwitch

Pawn Planet

Emergency Cleanup Co.

Maybe even more than that if some of them are not for me. If the game isn't for me then it just isn't for me yet that doesn't mean that it's not for you.

[ddagent]

Next Fic

So, my previous fic poll ended in a draw, so let's have another go! A few different options, this time, with some supporting evidence for each to help you make your decision!

May I present the poll:

And the supporting evidence!

Option 1:

"Uh, boss, your friend is here."

Detective Anthony Crowley looked up from his notebook and turned his golden gaze back to the crime scene tape a few feet away. Behind the white and blue tape, highlighted by the flashing lights of the police cars, was Reverend Aziraphale Fell. Clerical collar, sunny disposition, and two takeaway cups in his hand. One of those was six espresso; one was hot cocoa. Ridiculous man. Snarling, Crowley shoved his notebook into the back pocket of his trousers and stomped through sand to shoo Aziraphale back to his church.

"You can't be here."

"But—" Aziraphale began, a pout forming on those perfect lips. "—I can help. I was ever so good before—"

"—we were nine, Aziraphale. We're not making up mysteries and legging it in and out of caravans and arcades anymore." Which was a pity. The mysteries Aziraphale always dreamt up for them as children were less brutal than the one that currently laid before him. Huffing out a sigh, Crowley took the proffered coffee and gestured for a uniformed officer, Constable Honey, to escort the vicar out. "I'm sorry, Aziraphale. I'll see you on Sunday, yeah?"

"We'll see each other before then, no doubt." Sure, sure. "When you realise you do need my help."

Option 2:

Swiveling his hips, Crowley slid through the open bathroom window of AZ Fell and Co. Even though the bookshop had been broken into three times now, the proprietor, one Aziraphale Fell, still had no sense of security. No locks on the window, no alarms, no cute dogs that Crowley would have to pet and stroke in order to disarm. No, Crowley was free to move around the shop as he pleased. Maybe it was because Crowley had never actually stolen anything that Aziraphale felt safe.

Bah. Crowley didn't want him to feel safe. He wanted him to feel scared. Crowley could do anything here. Anything.

Slipping into the living room, Crowley noted that Aziraphale had fallen asleep on the sofa again. A threadbare blanket was pooled at his feet; a copy of some eighteenth century novel had fallen to the floor. Moving deftly, Crowley adjusted the blanket, placed the book upon the table, and tipped out Aziraphale's hot chocolate. There. Mental insecurity. Aziraphale would know that someone had been in there. Someone who could do anything.

As it was, Crowley committed the most heinous act of all: he left a rare book upon Aziraphale's coffee table, a product of his earlier activities. Gabriel Archer, that twat, wouldn't miss it. And it would certainly give the bookshop's profits a major boost.

Option 3:

"Excuse me, I was wondering whether you had a VHS copy of The Eastern Gate?"

From behind the counter, Crowley didn't even bother turning around to address his customer, so ridiculous was his request. Yes, Crowley had a copy of The Eastern Gate: it was one of Aziraphale Fell's early works, a black and white film focusing on an angel overseeing Eden. It had been very well-received at the time but public interest quickly waned. For years it spent time on BBC 2 on Sunday afternoons - that was where Crowley's copy came from, recorded with great care and attention onto VHS.

He had one copy. And it was not for sale.

The customer cleared his throat. "Dear boy, I do wonder if you could—"

"—in a minute. This is the best part." The Bastille had come out in the 90s, part of the interest in musketeers and the French revolution. Aziraphale looked delectable in the heavy iron chains and all those pretty frills. Just gorgeous. But, with great reluctance, Crowley pressed pause and turned to 'attend' to the customer who wanted the impossible, even in Crowley's memorabilia shop. "Listen—"

But Crowley didn't say another word. Because his customer wasn't just interested in Aziraphale Fell. He was Aziraphale Fell.

Option 4:

"Crowley, can I ask you a question about Twitter?"

Crowley immediately zoned back into the room. He had been fixated on the slight tinge of silver and white at the temples of Aziraphale's blond hair; the curve of his mouth as he indulged in dessert at The Ritz. For some time, Aziraphale had been discussing his latest project: a gripping drama for ITV featuring a gay romance between two childhood friends. It was the sort of project that Aziraphale did often - but this time he had been paired opposite BAFTA winning actor Raphael Archer.

Not that Crowley was jealous or anything. He hadn't campaigned for the role. Hadn't sent an audition tape and told he wouldn't be believable starring opposite Aziraphale in a romantic role. As if he hadn't spent thirty years yearning for this man. Oh, they had played detectives together, odd-couple roles, best friends. But never romantic leads.

And the first time a project came up that was perfect, Crowley lost to Raphael Archer. That Scottish twat. Breathe, Crowley. "What about Twitter, Angel?"

"I don't use it." No kidding. "But Raph does." Oh, Raph is it? "And a lot of his followers have started using a hashtag. Something #raphaphale?"

Crowley's glass immediately shattered. Thirty years as Aziraphale's shadow and this Scottish wanker gets a ship tag?

Option 5:

He was here again. Sitting in the front row with his delicately pressed tan trousers, neat little waistcoat with the gold buttons, and the delicate puff of blond curls. In his lap (which Crowley noted, not for the first time, was rather spacious) was his paddle, with the number 666 printed in red lettering. Since the man had started attending the auctions at Eden's Auction House, Crowley'd had fantasies about that paddle.

How the hell was he going to make it through today's auction?

Still, Crowley was a professional (allegedly). So, he took to the podium, gavel in hand, and addressed the crowd. "Lot number one is a collection of Austen, incredibly preserved from the period, featuring four books - including Pride and Prejudice and Persuasion." He swallowed a number of sarcastic remarks, bit back his need to share the crackpot biography he'd read about diamond heists and whisky smuggling. Not the crowd. Never the crowd. "Shall we start the bidding at fifteen hundred?"

The man was the first to take the bid. As it was accepted, he wiggled happily in his chair. Oh, Crowley was gone.

[whispersofrot]

dol fallout au, basic ideas rattling around in the ol' noggin:

-vault overseer bailey! is there a vault experiment? maybe, don't worry about it :)

-kylar being your weird creepy neighbor in either a wasteland settlement or vault. may or may not sell chems, you get a discount though!

-caravan guard whitney, maybe an ex raider who still has some fragile ties to their old gang. doesn't stick to their caravan for too long, gets in some spat with whoever hired them and ends up on their own again soon enough.

-ghoul eden, people don't like them so they don't like other people, really different person pre-war. Still probably lives in the middle of nowhere, on a little ranch they've got trapped to hell and back

-harper's running the experiments in a vault, maybe not the overseer but they've definitely got at least some say in what goes on.

-robin's a naive player companion you convinced to escape the shitty little vault you grew up in together. may or may not go a little crazy in the wasteland. instead of losing or gaining approval maybe your actions contribute to their sanity?

-alex still runs a farm on the outskirts of a small settlement, plenty of little mutant dogs running around to protect the farm. not trapped up like eden's, so their fields keep getting fucked over by mole rats and other wasteland beasties the mutts don't kill fast enough.

[aziraphales-library]

hi guys!!! first I want to say that I'm so thankful for everything you're doing and I hope you have an amazing day <333 I was wondering if perhaps you knew any good zombie apocalypse AU fics? Or it doesn't necessarily need to be zombies but I'm looking for that kind of apocalyptic vibe (not the hell and heaven war tho). Thank you so much in advance!! <33

Hello! There's a bunch:

Summer's End by FeralTuxedo [E]

2095. Britain is a post-apocalyptic wasteland ravaged by droughts, the collapse of civilisation, and hordes of the undead. Despite that, Aziraphale’s life is actually pretty good. He has his caravan, his books, and his work, offering his services to the men who stop by Tadfield on their arduous journey north.

One day, a mysterious stranger knocks on his door. Crowley is charming and handsome and he appears to know his way around a vegetable garden. He comes with the tempting offer of a mutually beneficial arrangement. But it’s in Aziraphale’s best interest not to get too attached.

A dystopian cottagecore sex worker AU.

Tribute by snae_b [E]

Water is scarce, the surface is unlivable, and Eden isn’t the paradise Aziraphale once thought he knew. But for a Guardian on the run, it's out of one lion's den, into another.

is there anybody out there? by theycallmeDernhelm (onyourleft084) [E]

Welcome to the zombie apocalypse. England has been overrun by walking corpses, everything's gone to hell, and the few survivors are scattered- among them, Crowley and his 11-year-old son Warlock. When Crowley's radio signal is unexpectedly picked up by another group of survivors, he finds himself falling, in a way he never thought he'd fall again, for the charming and kindly Aziraphale. Over three seasons and a tenuous radio connection, a romance develops between them, while a friendship grows between Warlock and Aziraphale's nephew Adam. Love isn't dead (or undead) after all.

Zombie Apocalypse by AppleSeeds [T]

When a meteor strikes Earth carrying a virus that can 'turn people into zombies', Aziraphale finds himself responsible for a group of frightened teenagers at an airbase-turned-hospital in Tadfield. Aziraphale is terrified, but experiences some relief when the teens introduce him to Crowley, who has a plan to get them all to safety. When things don't exactly go according to plan and with the zombies closing in, Aziraphale must face his fears in order to protect the children from becoming infected.

~Mod N

[atallephoculary]

—- G o s p e l —

[ @extristitiavenit ]

Hope County was truly a beautiful place; the cascading mountains and rolling hills of fertile farmland seemed to stretch for miles and miles, disappearing into lines of thick spring pines that dotted the horizon. It seemed like it was such an idyllic place; Marion often found herself reminiscing about her childhood home in Baton Rouge, Louisiana whilst on her lunch breaks due to the overwhelming amount of very beautiful but very foreign scenery… A swampy transplant into an arid tundra, a fish out of water. Being sent all over the country was hard enough as it was, but never being able to stay in one place long enough to grow some roots was harder. It was always something- a new job, a boyfriend, loss of income— something- something- something… Deputy Fuller had hoped that a change of scenery into the God fearing farmlands would strike down whatever wandering roots that would grab soil. Maybe this could actually be the place she settled down and called it good. Maybe it was the place where she would live and die quietly after she finished with whatever dumb prospect this job was.

The station was quiet, though as usual there was a gentle chatter over the radio between squad cars and her co-workers idle conversations flowing through the air in a gentle hum while the air conditioning unit whirs quietly overhead. As nice as it was to have such down time, it did put a slight alarm through her. Could it be quiet here for longer than a day? Probably not- there was always something happening over the radio, with those Peggies meandering around the valley and mountains- the ‘Eden’s Gate’ project, or whatever.. She really didn’t care. It didn’t affect her life, (well- it did- it did so much she ended up in Hope County, Montana to fill in a position that was, in fact, permanently vacant); and the ways it did affect her were easily written off with a nice blunt and a cold drink at her small cabin after work. Quitting time was always on her mind- her hazy green hues darting over to the white bubble clock that hung over the dirty front door. 5:15 p.m.- another 15 minutes until she could clock out and head home… Outside, a caravan of white vehicles with that stupid cross painted on the sides of them head down the main thoroughfare- honking and blasting their music loud enough to be heard all the way inside the station offices- “Keep your rifle by our side!” The tune hangs high in the air like a flag, and soon the cacophony of tires and engines and guitars fade into the distance until there was nothing left but the gentle clicking of the clock and the hum of the air conditioner. Marion rolled her eyes, stretched her arms up above her head and let off a loud yawn; hands unceremoniously rubbing her face and pushing back her mess of black curly hair. What a boring day. Nothing but paperwork and emails, two phone calls from the F.A.N.G center and one from the Chief to keep an eye out for a package that may or may not show up. Again. What a thrilling job; (Junior) Deputy Sheriff and she may as well have been a fucking secretary.

Another shift, another day completed; clocking out with an actual time punch was always one of the best parts of the job, one of those ‘little things’ her therapist back in Los Angeles told her when she was in her early years of being on the force.. What a lifetime ago, freshly 18 and just wanting to do the right thing— a road to hell paved with the best of intentions.. The old machine reams the paper with a clunk and Marion is out the door with her bag and glasses in hand, headed out to the old Ford truck in the parking lot.. The sun was setting by now, the sky being painted in brilliant chunks of reds and oranges and pinks.. A nice view for the drive home too, tires whirring down the evenly paved road down into Holland Valley. Farm land, for miles and miles. At least, she thought, it didn’t stink like some parts of the country she had stayed in.. These people out here took good care of their livestock and it showed. When the engine of the trucks begun to rattle and almost scream with uncertainty, it made her flicker back to reality and ease off the road and onto the shoulder; smoke flooding from the hood of the car as the lever under her seat was pressed with trepidation and concern for how she was now going to get home.

Standing over the fried engine, lit cigarette between her lips and flashlight in her southpaw, she felt like a real tool standing out there in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere, nothing but trees and fields and cars that scooted by almost hurriedly as the night settled into the valley. Marion didn’t blame them- things tended to get sketchy at best when night came.

“Aaaah fuckin’… Ya’ piece of shit, perfect fuckin’ timing to die out on me huh. You juss’ loooooove causing me issues.” The bayou woman scoffed and slammed the hood down after settling on a diagnosis: Fried radiator and snapped belt, transmission broken. Absolute destruction. Leaning now with her back to the warmed metal of the hood, she idly flicks through her phone— no signal— no reach. There was nothing out here, and she wasn’t exactly able to take a radio from the station. That was priorly a write up. So with a scoff and a groan and a few more expletives, Marion cleared the cab of her belongings and shoved them unceremoniously into her leather backpack, turned off the lights and slammed the truck door closed with a thud. There was nothing now but the eerie silence and the air current moving through the trees- if she didn’t like the dark at home, she surely hated it when outside. There was a certain fear that comes with walking alone at night, but hopefully, hopefully, the 13 mile walk in almost pitch darkness wouldn’t be that bad.

[merry-andrews]

Zombie Apocalypse AU;

Bradley being the leader of his small group of survivors, they find Jake on accident when boy was badly injured and barely holding a gun straight with his bloody hand. They'll patch him up and suggests him to stay with them so Jake sticks around for few days (which leads to first time he sleeps with Bradley) and next morning he's gone and has taken some supplies with him too..

Few weeks pass until they meet Jake again. This time the boy helps them run away from a hard situation surrounding by zombies and this time, Bradley won't let him go. That boy takes first step and offers to share his caravan, his supplies, his everything and his life with Jake if he stays. And this time Jake accepts but he only stays as one of group's member. Saying he doesn't do 'feelings' and 'domestic life'. They'll continue their journey to find big colony of survivors (the place's called East of Eden and is the only place people not-infected live there).

Jake and Bradley take 'guards' part (everyone should have a role in colony). One night Jake wanders a little too far away and Brad in tow to stop him but something happens and they're under zombies attack before they know. Bradley gets hurt during saving Jake (not bitten!) And Jake spends days at his bedside, holding his hand and begging him to wake up (he's going through harsh fever because of injuries and lost lots of blood) he kisses Brad's forehead when he opens his eyes; "I can't stand losing you again, marry me"💗

[aestheticallypleasinganimeboys]

Title List and Links - A to D

Here is a list (with links) to make navigating my blog that little bit easier. Hopefully, at least. Let me know if there are any broken links.

COMPASS .hack//Infection .hack//Roots. Advance Wars: Days of Ruin AI: The Somnium Files AI: The Somnium Files - Nirvana Initiative Akame ga Kill! Akuyaku Reijou nanode Last Boss wo Kattemimashita Alchemy Stars

Amatsuki An Archdemon's Dilemma: How to Love Your Elf Bride Anidol Colors Another Eden Ar tonelico II: Melody of Metafalica Ar tonelico Qoga: Knell of Ar Ciel Ar tonelico: Melody of Elemia Arc Rise Fantasia Arknights Assault Spy Atelier Annie: Alchemist of Sera Island Atelier Ayesha: The Alchemist of Dusk Atelier Firis: The Alchemist and the Mysterious Journey Atelier Iris 2: The Azoth of Destiny Atelier Iris 3: Grand Phantasm Atelier Iris: Eternal Mana Atelier Ryza: The Queen of Eternal Darkness and the Secret Hideout Atelier Sophie: The Alchemist of the Mysterious Book Ayaka: A Story of Bonds and Wounds Ayakashi Gohan Azure Striker Gunvolt Bakumatsu Rock Banished from the Hero's Party, I Decided to Live a Quiet Life in the Countryside Baroque beatmania IIDX Black Bullet Black Star -Theater Starless- Black Survival Blade Arcus from Shining Blade Smash Blazblue BlazBlue Alter Memory Blazing Souls Bleach Brave Frontier Buddy Daddies Chaos Academy Chaos Code Chiyu Mahou no Machigatta Tsukaikata Chrono Ark Closers Code Vein Dairoku: Agents of Sakuratani Dame x Prince Anime Caravan Dark Deity Demon Slayer Digimon Story: Cyber Sleuth Digimon Story: Cyber Sleuth - Hacker's Memory Disgaea 2: Cursed Memories Disgaea 3: Absence of Justice Disgaea 4: A Promise Unforgotten Disgaea 5: Alliance of Vengeance Disgaea 6: Defiance of Destiny Disgaea 7: Vows of the Virtueless DNF Duel Dr Stone Dragalia Lost Dragon Quest XI Dragoneer's Aria Drakengard 3 Durarara

[rueririn]

Hi, can you give some spoilers ,shenanigans, e.t.c about your inazuma eleven fics?If you don’t mind of course.Thanks in advance for answers and have nice day/night wherever that may be.

haha, sure! Sorry I take so long to update them. I'm planning on finishing the match in God Eden (one chapter, hopefully) before working on Kurama's side to finish the Aliea arc, but I don't know how long that'll take. Hope this will tide yall over.

Ok so like. There is an explanation to why the time travel works differently from the Chrono Stone time travel machine, why they deaged and still kept some of their injuries - it'll be explained soon in the Kirino installment. oh and. That's the first spoiler - Kirino's not gonna keep the secret for much longer. Shuu's gonna explain his side of the story soon.

So spoilers first - Tsurugi and Aoi end up in the same dimension, and they're in Ogre-verse! I have a few chapters of their story written, I just don't want to publish it yet because I've got too much up already haha... I do also have a Endou-in-Ares story in the horizon, but it's in the horizon.

The found footage installment is on one hand confirmation on who wasn't in the caravan (Kidou) and some of the reactions to the footage, which were in the notes. No, they'll never meet again.

Shenanigans dump:

“Yes, this is Gouenji Yuuka. Yes, I want to join the ‘younger siblings that just want their older brothers to get therapy’ squad. Where do I sign up?”

Okay so like, the Teikoku kids have trouble with Penguin hissatsu. Only the SEED in their team could do Emperor Penguin 7, but everyone else can't get the red penguins to like them (cough because of Sakuma cough) and thus they've been having trouble reacquiring that hissatsu. Once Kageyama Hikaru shows up they are gonna fight

I like to imagine when Megane's working on Eldorado's site, his twin brother is just there at the Resistance side pretending he has no idea who the hell is behind El Dorado.

Coach Kudou is just watching this all unfold like they're not my problem anymore, I got fired and Hibiki is like 50% sure of what's happening, 50% sure he doesn't want another heart attack so he's not going to bother.

[gothicgirlh-9]

May I ask where you live 😎? You are adorable 😍😍😍

hello

I live all over in a caravan

At the moment

Eden x 💋

[bobbie-robron]

I think you should tell your little boy of yours to pack his bags and do a runner while he can. Because the next time I see him, he’s DEAD!

Katie tries calling Andy but Daz makes sure they don’t connect… at least on the first try. At the pub, Jack is feeling down and fills Alan in on what’s going on with Andy and essentially is now unemployed in respects to the farm. Daz isn’t happy that Andy decides to meet with Katie. Robert feels bad for the situation and what he’s done is unforgivable (ughh, that line) while Jack assures him that he couldn’t hate him (sure). Andy misinterprets what Katie is trying to tell him and he goes ballistic realizing it’s about Robert again. Well, my dear, the next time I see Robert he’s a dead man!

17-May-2004

[gaykarstaagforever]

I tried to do the final purifier mission in Fallout 3. And Liberty Prime got us there, but when I got to the Rotunda the game glitched out and it wouldn't let me finish it, because Sarah said there were still enemies in the room, but there weren't.

Fine. I'm only level 19 with the DLC cap increased to 30, I was going to have to reload to my save before then to have more fun after that, anyway. So I reloaded to my hard save just before that mission and went out to adventure.

...At which point, Three Dog says on GNR that me and the Brotherhood destroyed the Enclave, got the purifier up and running, and caravans are now going throughout the Wasteland to give everyone free fresh water.

I...didn't do that yet. I didn't even defeat the Enclave, because my Science skill was too low to talk Eden into exploding itself and the base. Autumn is still alive.

I didn't do any of that yet.

I mean, I half did it on another save. But the game (at least during this session) still thinks I did it? Even though I'm using an older save where I didn't?

How does that even work? Is this a simple glitch, or is the game still somehow using the previous autosave data on a new save game load? How does that even work?

Also VATS isn't working right. I have to hit the button 3 times for it to activate. Is this related?

I should probably just reload out of caution. But I also want to see how stupid this gets, because I have no idea what is going on.

Todd.

[silvcrignis]

*beep beep spooky kids hurr*

[aith-art]

Yeehawgust 2023 - Day 16

Prairie Fire

The campfire crackled with life as the desert slept. Sat comfortably around the flames, the group had been sharing stories. Jules regaled about how they had helped take down President Eden, a story Leroy, Boone, and Arcade had heard a version of before. Izzy awkwardly discussed the Crimson Raiders, keeping details sparse and refusing to give more than he said. Arcade and Boone both stayed quiet, neither wanting to share their past. Arcade had been surprised at the new pair's willingness to tell tails, though he supposed that they wanted to remember the worlds they apparently came from. 

Leroy had been the last to share a story. He’d been hesitant at first. His military stories were dull and the group already knew how the occupation of Vegas was going, along with his involvement in it all. His memory of before joining the NCR military had been patchy at best. He was prepared to settle on not regaleing the group with tales of his life, when a memory surfaced in his mind. One he hated that he’d forgotten. 

“You don’t have to tell a story if you don’t want to.” Jules piped up from across the fire, her face alight with the fire. Their eyes a steady storm of curiosity that they tried to tame, an attempt to alleviate any pressure for him to tell his tale. But he knew better than to let Jules sit with curiosity beneath the surface. 

“No, it’s fine. I’ve got something. It’s sad though.” 

“If you’re comfortable with sharing, we’re all ears.” 

“Well, this starts out East. Further East than the Legion, though not as far as where you herald from.” And so he began his tale, a story no one had heard before. 

Young Leroy sat there, on the stump of a tree. He had been waving a stick around, pretending he was a fighter like his father. The stick was a pistol, then a rifle, then a sword. The grass, up to his waist, was a forest from his fathers stories. He was just beyond the walls of the family’s farm. He knew of the major dangers created by radiation, blowflies, radscorpions, ghouls. 

“Leroy. Get back inside the wall.” His mother called. 

While his father was a fighter, at 10 Leroy had not been privy to the details of his fathers work, his mother kept the farm. With a strong arm and a stern voice she kept all the workers in line, and did her best to keep young Leroy from wandering off into trouble. 

The farm itself was small, a simple mutfruit and brahman farm. Nothing like the farms they passed when going to the local settlements to trade. They were large, with over 10 people working out in them. The farms that had more than one field for growing. His mother had always said those farms were far too big for the arrangement they had. Their farm was just big enough to provide for themselves during a drought but grant enough for decent trade in the better years. 

He had been set to inherit that farm. Until it was lost. 

The attack had come from everywhere. His father had been nowhere in sight. His mother had handed him a gun and ordered him to run. And he did. His mother was on his heels, taking down any of the sorry souls that tried to follow them. She had been just as good of a shot as his father, perhaps better. Not that either of them would admit that. 

When Leroy looked back at his home, he saw nothing but fire consuming all he had known. His childhood died that day. Only 10 years old, and forced to grow up in a way he didn’t understand. 

His mother insisted they were lucky to have stumbled across his father in the nearest settlement. She had frantically explained what had happened. That the farm hands were somewhere, likely dead. That the new hire had sold out the farm to some lowlife raiders. Throughout the explanation Leroy sat, thinking about everything that was in the house. He couldn’t understand why they couldn’t go back. 

His father had said he could buy them passage on a caravan, get them out west. That if they could get to NCR territory they’d be able to buy land and protection for it. He had so much hope for the NCR, it bled into Leroy’s mother and then to Leroy, himself. Leroy had grown up on the road, and felt safest when travelling. Joined the NCR military to pay them back for giving his family hope after the prairie burned. 

Tears brimmed in his eyes. Reflecting the fire. His eyes saw nothing but the fire. His mind saw nothing but the irony of what the NCR had done. He hadn’t seen Jules sit beside him, or that everyone had settled down, getting the much needed rest. 

“It’s okay.” Her voice cut through his thoughts. They were exhausted and he could tell, but they had purposefully kept himself awake to hear Leroy’s story. He couldn’t help but shed a tear for the Jules he had lost. 

With the fall of the first tear came a stream. He couldn’t see, all he could hear were his sobs, all he felt were the tremors as emotion flooded through him. He hadn’t mourned in so long. 

Jules pulled him into a hug, saying nothing but just being there. Their shoulder dampened as he let go of all the emotion he had been holding onto. He didn’t let go, grateful for someone who was just there, holding him. He knew that their friendship wasn’t permanent. They would return to their world, go back to their life. Leroy would be nothing but a blip in their timeline. 

But they were together in this moment. Holding each other. He didn’t let go. As his father had his mother that day.

[bungitonthen]

8/6/23

hold your head up - argent

paper sun - traffic

silver machine - hawkwind

frankenstein - the edgar winter group

perfect mystery - gong

mockingbird - barclay james harvest

nantucket sleighride (to owen coffin) - mountain

living in the past - jethro tull

crime of the century - supertramp

question - the moody blues

in the land of grey and pink - caravan

virginia plain - roxy music

jail bait - wishbone ash

(wondrous stories: 33 artists that shaped the prog rock era)

strange kind of woman - deep purple

devil’s answer - atomic rooster

love like a man - ten years after

backstreet luv - curved air

in my own time - family

slip and slide - medicine head

northern lights - renaissance

jig-a-jig - east of eden

(progression: a progressive rock anthology)

cirkus - king crimson

tomorrow night - atomic rooster

freefall - camel

surprise surprise - caravan

burlesque - family

(journey to the edge: progressive rock classics)

[thecloudcitymarket]

CCM - 22ND MAR

Below are the list of vendors this week!

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Drop Dead Gorgeous - Maeskia Duskwhisper

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All-Out Alchemical - Minry MENU

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Arcanum Galeria - Selena ‘Blair’ Cadieux MENU

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Mystic Eden Apothecary - Vanedra Darkwraith MENU

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Wayfarer’s Caravan - Soo-ha Silentbells

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Indy’s Intrigues - Indraste Darktalon MENU

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Catty Crow Leatherworks - Leon Peppercog-Ambroce MENU

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