that one time travel psl

[eyediot]

sad bad end s5 jon and tim on a monster road trip



[Algric had given the trio a fair warning of what was happening. Not the specific details of what he was coming from, but he was from a little further along Algric's timeline, and came through Hilltop Road. Never pleasant, but he's here now. IT took a few days of settling, readjusting, and putting some firm self-imposed boundaries on himself before Jon felt comfortable enough to see the others.

After a few minutes of surprise and staring, Jon ends up sitting alone with Tim for a few minutes; the others having some things to take care of themselves. He sits there, fiddling a bit with his fingers, trying not to be self conscious. He can't do anything about the myriad of different, newer scars, nor about his black sclera or so many other things about himself now.

But god... Tim. Alive and not shouting at him right this second. How novel.]

Tim... I.. [Where does he even start.]

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[curriculum_fictae]

Yes. I - did. I still ... ah. Think we ought to.

[eyediot]

...Even if that escalates our timeline a fair bit?

[Granted, Peter knows they're here now and who they are. Elias probably knows already as well. But neither side had made a move just yet. Whoever makes the first move will be starting that fight.]

[curriculum_fictae]

Even - even so. He hurt you very badly, Jon.

[eyediot]

[He absently rubs at that shoulder.]

He hurt you too. He tried to kill you.

[curriculum_fictae]

... He did. But. I think - I think he can't. Not the same way.

[eyediot]

Maybe so.

[He finally takes a bite and - even though it's been a month or so here, he still can't get over the taste of good food again.]

He still tried.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Algric continues to eat quietly. ]

... Yes. He did.

[eyediot]

[...Right.

He'll just. Tuck into his own bowl.]

We'll take care of him.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ He continues for a moment, spoon clinking against the bowl. ]

No - no need to rush. Hopefully we don't see him again.

[eyediot]

Hopefully.

[Which means they definitely will. His luck isn't that good.]

...I am sorry. You. You had to see that house.

[curriculum_fictae]

... You recognised it?

[eyediot]

[He stares at the door, then ducks his head down to take another bite wordlessly.

How does he explain it? How much does Algric want, should know? He isn't sure. But he's asking an honest question.]

I think the Lonely manifested it from my memories. Of its own Domain.

[curriculum_fictae]

The ... the Lonely Domain.

[ What a horrid thought. He shivers. ]

Or - or a Lonely domain. Different from Peter's. And - and mine.

[eyediot]

Yes.

[He'd shared some memories of it with Algric, but. It's not the same as experiencing it first hand.]

I didn't know it would manifest.

[curriculum_fictae]

Mm, how could you? It - it was new for both of us.

[eyediot]

None of the others manifested anything.

[But maybe he just wasn't in the right places when his flashes happened. But also: what others.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Yeah um. ]

... Others, Jon?

[eyediot]

The... Th-the flashes. Like. [God, he has to actually put this to words, doesn't he.] I guess... Something akin to what would be described as a post-traumatic flashback? Like what happened at the merry-go-round before, or at the table downstairs.

[curriculum_fictae]

And you've had more of them? More than what I've seen?

[eyediot]

[Jonah stares down at his bowl, now just... swirling the spoon around.]

You aren't with me all the time...

[curriculum_fictae]

N-no, of course not, but ...

How - how frequent are they?

[eyediot]

It varies? Sometimes I don't see anything for a week or two... And sometimes I see something a few days apart.

[curriculum_fictae]

That's still ... I don't want you to suffer through that alone, Jon.

[eyediot]

[He instinctively wants to tell him not to worry. That he'd fine, he's been dealing with it. But if it happens again in a place of some other fear's power, who's to say what happened in the Lonely couldn't happen again?]

... I don't know what to do then.

[curriculum_fictae]

Can you - can you find me? Or text me, or. Or just tell me after it does happen. Let me help you recover.

[ He reaches a hand out for Jon. ]