Brooklyn was getting herself a drink when she felt someone approaching, turning around she saw Hayes a few steps away. "Fancy seeing you out here in the wild." She joked. "Unfortunately for you, there will be no dances here tonight." Hayes was starting to get on her nerves, not because he did anything wrong, but because she was starting to anticipate his presence at the club, and almost miss when he wasn't around. Slippery slope Brookie.
or in other words: researchers, meet your new filekeeper and also your new Jesus!
You might remember this name a really long time ago (months ago). i tweaked him. just a tiny bit. and by a bit i mean a lot. but anyways heres the guy
+ a basic info sheet thing. its vague and doesn’t provide much info for lore reasons because i want this to be released like a teaser for a movie. best viewed in print layout.
mrrp click here for the sheet
tldr: in this modern day jesus is a filekeeper + modern artist who creates ritualistic structures out of wood that must be perceived in order to instill protection on their viewers. so he submits them to art galleries as modern arts. hes trying to save you with his autism beam. let him into your heart :(((((((
(also i feel like i should mention that im not christian and im not trying to turn anyone christian. its just i like the concept of it and i wanted to make it what i wish it was + the idea of a genderqueer slightly offputting reiteration of a jesus who works in an office-like setting is really funny)
Here’s a southbound on the Illinois Central main line—seen at Hayes, Illinois. The Paducah rebuild on point must be an early one as it’s sporting the classic “frog-eyes” headlight. (It’s an EMD product of 1957; rebuilt by the railroad in 1970.)
One image by Richard Koenig; taken September 25th 1977.
It was bittersweet being around Hayes. She was lucky to still have him as a close friend after Ally died, and they were grieving the same and were there to support each other, that type of trauma bond was not easily forgotten. "Thanks." She smiled as he handed her a drink, "Now tell me, how has your night been going?"