Tʜᴇʏ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ( ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ-ᴀʟʟ )

[stations]

Who: Jack & Company
When: August
Where: Thorne, Horizon
What: Catch-all
Warnings: mental instability, violence, (self) gaslighting

𝐹𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝, 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔
𝑆𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘 '𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒
𝑆ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠

Comments

[ushiri]

[ There's no particular religious significance to the apples or the tree of iron beyond the obvious: all things come from Parfir. Only the statues signify any relationship to the Payshmura Church, and even they aren't copies of any that exist in Basawar.

( something he'll have to consider when he returns, with his memories )

Kahlil chuckles at the dreamer's remark, shaking his head before inclining his chin toward his Domain again. ]

I promise I'm not judging— but... why a gas station?

[ Kahlil puts emphasis on the question, genuinely curious. He could create anything, there must be more to it. He wouldn't have formed one if it didn't hold some meaning to him. ]

[stations]

( Jack blinks — like it never even occurred to him to question it himself. Like he never thought it would come up, like nobody would ever wonder let alone ask. )

That's where I work, back home. ( He answers simply, with a shrug. ) I guess I own it now, technically, but... yeah, I've spent most of my adult life there, more or less.

( And a lot of his non-adult life there too, in a way, considering Sabine had been his life from age seven onward. Considering her parents owned it, and everywhere he lived seemed to be within a certain proximity to the place.

It probably sseems stupid, making his domain his job, but... )

I don't really have anywhere else.

( Even his house isn't really his house. It's certainly not his home. It's just... where he goes when he's off the clock. It's the place he showers and stores his books. )

[ushiri]

It's what you think of when you imagine home. [ He nods, frowning slightly. Then, matter-of-factly: ]

It's become a part of you.

[ There and here now.

It might be strange, but he's sure that there are people who would find this temple strange. It's all a matter of perspective.

He smiles at the dreamer again, then glances toward the gas station, eyes narrowing. ]

Do you have nachos and cheese?

[ It is a gas station. ]

[stations]

( Jack doesn't say anything about it, but he takes a minute to consider the concept — and ultimately decides home isn't quite right. It's a part of him, yes, but it doesn't feel like home. It feels more like... his responsibility. His obligation. As long as the gas station exists, someone needs to guard it, and there's nobody who knows it better. Nobody better capable of surviving it. At least, nobody that doesn't have terrible intentions.

The gas station is his duty.

Of course, explaining that to a stranger would sound absolutely batshit, so he just nods and carries on. )

It's a gas station. ( He answers, like it should be obvious. ) Of course we have nachos. Come on, they're on the house this time.

( And probably every time since money here is fake, but they'll cross that bridge when they come to it. )