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Under the stars

“Oh boy I don’t like your phrasing there,” she grimaced, “what might go wrong sounds a bit better. Though at LEAST you didn’t say ‘what could go…’ you know the phrase.”

Messenger strapped herself in and leaned out the window like a happy dog.

“I haven’t been camping since… jeez since…well I haven’t been non-”Hale Style” camping since I moved out west. I think the last “for real” time was in Iceland. Yeah. We used to go all the time when I was a kid. Thanks for offering Dell…it means something big to me.”

Under the stars

bluteamblueprints:

–closed starter for: @oldboyjensrps –

Dell tossed a bag into the back of his truck as he turned to his friend. “That should be the last of it” he told her “you’re not forgetting anything, are you? First aid, food, water, fishing gear. Check, check check” he muttered to himself “got my acoustic in the truck with us…” 

The trip was a bit last minute, throwing it all together. Dell had learned that Mess’ birthday had come and gone, and insisted on taking her camping as his gift. It was always a favorite past time of his, and wanted to do it with a close friend. He closed the tailgate with a small slam and nodded “I think I got everything I need.” 

One one smooth motion Dell pulled the keys out of his pocket and gave them a small jingle “are you ready?”

She checked her bags one more time. She’d managed to not overpack- which was helped by not having a ton of possessions in the first place. She was dressed in flannel and jeans, her hair tucked up in a n old cowboy hat. She was also smiling ear to ear and had her own fishing pole and seine net sticking out of her backpack. 

“I’ve got everything yeah. First aide, extra batteries for my transistor, belaying cords and shit just in case, flint, more flint, knives, MREs, doc made me take a water purifying kit, even though boiling is a thing, because she’s a hen…”

She finger gunned at Dell and tossed her bags into the flatbed over the tailgate, rolling her shoulders. 

“Absolutely captain.” 
She hopped up into the passenger seat.

❤ – gentle or loving touch (Platonic from Mess)

bluteamblueprints:

Dell wrapped an arm around his friends shoulder and pulled her close to him. Gently he gave it a squeeze. The two sat in the back of his truck, a large old blanket pulled over the two. 

He looked up at the night sky “this was a great idea” he said softly “such a beautiful night.”

Messenger nodded, snuggling even closer. Every few minutes, a comet tail flashed across the dark spaces between stars.

“I know someone who can find and name every constellation. I wish I could remember what they look like, but I only remember stories…”

She scanned the sky and pointed, “Do you know the old story about the big and Little Dipper? The bear one?”

“Ouch”

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Content Warning: mental illness, reference to historical institutionalization

[Responding in character because you used quotation marks]

“When I was 14 I had a… really bad episode. My firstish one? Or like, my first one as a “youth.” 

Phys’s got me on medications for generalized anxiety and a bit for depression now-apparently it was a panic attack coupled with a reality break- but I didn’t hear those terms til I met some buddies with similar stuff. 

Which is funny because… after the attack my uh… my dad sent me to an institution. I was there for a year, but they only threw words like schizophrenia and hysteria at us, mostly. I made some friends there though, so…silver lining.”

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oldboyjensrps‌:

“You sure? You don’t think we could armor up a dog and train it to fetch wrenches and stuff?” She half teased, “Thanks, in serious speaking, they can always use extra hands. And someone to figure out how to keep Blintz from escaping every possible outdoor enclosure and mutineering the kitchen. In the top two smartest dogs I’ve ever met. He more or less brought down a crime lord by accident-long story- oh great I’m rambling but hey! They’re good dogs.”

He let out a laugh “don’t put that idea in my head” he said “because now I actually want to do it. You think I could convince Mann Co to let a dog respawn?” As much as he was joking, there was a hint of genuine want to do it in his voice. A battle dog? That would be awesome. 

“I am always up for helping animals” he said “and now that I know about Blintz, I need to meet him. He sounds like a really good boy.” 

“I don’t know… Bidwell-coworker-could be convinced but I don’t know about the Administrator. I think she would just give you this face,” she mimics an unamused deadpan, “then go back to smoking. Respawn costs a lot. With Blintz though? He’d beat RED in about .2 seconds.”

A beeper sounded from her pocket.

“Oh shit, that’s my call…I’m sorry Dell, I have to go. But thank you for dancing with me.”

She gave him a hug and kissed his cheek before saluting and throwing her bag over her shoulder.

“See you around Cowboy. I’ll show you the rescue ASAP, promise.”