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Up Stairs – 1953 – November 25th The Tides of Time lounge was a sensory assault. The air was thick with the scent of stale liquor and cigarette smoke, the constant hum of a hundred intersecting conversations forming a wall of white noise that Miller navigated with a singular purpose. His team was a no-show, their absence a silent and damning signal that Dottie’s carefully laid plans had dissolved. He was on his own. All the rehearsed protocol, the calculated timing—
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#Chapter Thirty-One Being ill sucks. Recovering because some inconsiderate dick thought it was a good idea to introduce your head to a bat just because they wanted to get up close and intimate with your wallet was something Jimmy loathed. Wil flitting about like a nursemaid… now that really, really sucked. Jimmy loved him to pieces, but Wil was about as compassionate as a rabid wolverine on Adderall. He’d arrived at the hospital the night Jimmy had been admitted. With the subtlety of a
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Operation Cerberus, and the Shattered Citadel
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I struggled with this one. I was very resistant to having Hugo do this, it felt like he was cold blooded. Till @Jeff Burton read it and gave me feedback on it. Hugo's been through utter hell, the grinding loops, the separation, witness to the murder of his husband, to torture of the misinformation fed into the AOI, and finally the lobotomy. Thomas warned Hugo what will happen if he does what he had to do to free Alec, and Dottie wrought this. Her actions brought about her own fate. Now to see the fall out.
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Morning lovely people
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New York – 1953 – November 25th The heavy steel door of the building’s main entrance groaned shut with a final, echoing thud. The world outside, that dull gray street, was gone. This new space was a stage—a great cavern of polished stone and dark wood with towering columns and a vaulted ceiling that vanished into a high, distant ceiling. Thomas, a faint, unsettling silhouette in the shadows, felt the air stir with anticipation. The brass elevators gleamed, and
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God's this guy, yes... it's funny because he KEPT asking me out even after this. Trying to get me alone in a tent... I think he was an asshole because he thought he had to be. Something was off there, and I never got to the bottom of it. I just found him dull as anything. And considering Romeo, he was... tame.
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I hadn't touched a drop that night. I just couldn't tell the difference. I just assumed and was so busy hating myself for what I thought I had done that I didn't realize how bad I really was.
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#Chapter Thirty “You’re going to have to acknowledge me at some point Jimmy.” Jimmy sighed as he kept walking, there was no point in acknowledging him. It wouldn’t do any good. “Sooner or later you’re going to realize you can’t lie to me.” ~~*~~ It was the dull ache in his side that probably was the first thing he remembered. Kind of an ache that was like a fist was wrapped around one of his kidneys and was squeezing it, hard. Uncomfortable, and radiated through his stom
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One of those character left field moments. There I am happily writing, and Stoker just pulls his ball of chaos right in the middle of everything. And we all know his patience is sitting somewhere around Zero, and when it comes to Hugo Stoker, he gets his way. And he ain't done.
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Thomas has no concept of different kinds of love. No concept of expressions of such, not really. he's a reflection of Stoker's fears, so he has an awareness... but less so than if he'd manifest from Hugo's version of Thomas.
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Eight times... just wait.
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invested by Stoker, lol who is the highest authority in any time stream
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Was up all night, so hit publish when I was figuring I'd probably go back to bed. But wanted to see people's reaction to my favourite chapter of this book.
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New York - ERROR The transit felt wrong, Stoker felt a violent, disorienting tearing as he was pitched end over end out of the transit station, colliding in a heap of limbs and bruises against the side of a bright yellow New York taxi. The air, heavy with the sharp scent of exhaust fumes and the biting chill of a wet November, was a still, suffocating blanket. Everything was silent. A few moments later Thomas was catapulted into him, with a look of shocked dismay as
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He'll deny it, lol, but he's always been a bit... bossy.
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#Chapter Twenty-Nine Puppies are great. They are bouncy, loving, adoring things. It’s a pure kind of love, there is nothing behind it, no games or tricks just raw emotion. It’s upliftingly sweet, and can genuinely make a person want to get lost in the cuddles and kisses. Drew had evolved to kisses and cuddles. He’d been so grateful for being freed from his torturous owner, Pixie, that he’d taken to kissing Jimmy on the cheek when he hugged him, and he hugged Jimmy affectionately a
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Or just be so supremely confident in your own skin. Thomas is, ultimately, powerless against truth and an utter lack of self-loathing. And the Sylerikon, well someone has to fix the watches/tokens, and even the Sylerikon have bosses. That, and you think Madam Woo's afraid of anything? In those heels?
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Tetsujin, the sage, Japanese trope of the wise old man who is probably either 1. A god in disguise. 2. An ancient spirit guide.
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Hey if you ever want a thankless, unpaid, but very appreciated job, Carter's Order is eight chapters done.
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i am just imagining what they are going to have to say at the Kulai City Adoption court. "Why do you want to adopt this Ancient Eldritch Horror?" " 'e Kinda adopted 'eself, sorr..." Stoker looked a little uncomfortable holding his hat in his hands and looking up at the judge. "We promise to take good care of him," Hugo offered politely. Thomas looks up from where he is setting out his knife-fork, and a small napkin while eyeing the Bailiff, "I promise to behave..." He licks his lips and proceeds to figure out how exactly to fillet the sweating and out of his depth Bailiff that was all too aware he was on the menu.
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Oh I know. But the story isn't just set in Ottawa, there's a large element of Toronto in there.
