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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2017 5:43 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2017 6:02 pm
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The farmer's market had become far more interesting than Dawson could have remembered--and yet also did remember at the same time. Double timeline bullshit really messed with his head. Nonetheless, the smells, sights, and sounds of the place lifted his spirits against the pitiless cold weather, and he rubbed his hands together over a hand warmer pack with a faint smile.
He...wasn't used to being able to afford the organic s**t, though. So he was agog at the available stock, a round and fairly out of place looking country man in fluffy, thick gear for the weather. Although maybe not so out of place: he was, after all, a park ranger apparently.
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It wasn't too long after their exchange that Jack drove into the parking lot by the gathering. His dad in this timeline was very into being organic, apparently, so it was good timing that he knew someone would be there while he did the family shopping. God knew he wasn't exactly eager to be out and about, even though he liked the cold weather; he just didn't like people.
"Sup," he started to say before seeing the color of Chel's eyes. He frowned. "No nosebleeds this time?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2017 6:14 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2017 6:24 pm
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2017 8:13 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2017 3:04 pm
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Shiloh never used to mind the cold (being born in Maine and all), except lately it had been more of a problem. Maybe it was the plants? Who knew. Either way, he was braving the chill with a myriad of coats and scarves and a wool beanie atop his head, blue eyes scanning over the goods laid out to him. Farmer's markets? Not really his scene, but he felt a little bad that he hadn't picked up anything for Jamie's parents at Christmas time. The original Shiloh of this time might have, but if he did he was damn good at hiding s**t, because Shiloh still hadn't found anything that had Mr and Mrs Delacroix's name on it.
But oh well. No one had really been mad, no feelings were left sour, but he was doing a good deed anyway. So the question was what to buy—and he eventually decided that fresh local honey or homemade jam would be good, because old people liked that sort of s**t, right? The s**t with organic labels? Shiloh didn't really care because he was fine with eating anything, "carcinogenic GMO hormones" or whatever the ******** included.
"What the ******** is mint jelly even used for." he asked as he looked over a tiny mason jar filled with the brim of, if he had to describe it, chunky green ectoplasm. Did people put this s**t on toast? Whatever, it looked fancy.
At least the gentle lull of music was nice. He was too intent to notice any familiar faces for the moment.
anyone hi u guys can come prod him or not but He's Here
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2017 8:33 pm
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A large ham of a hand clasped down on Shiloh's shoulder. "Aw, buddy! Ya made it," Dawson said buoyantly. "Least you look the same...mostly..." As did the detective he vaguely remembered. "Mint jelly's a good spread, I hear. Or a topper. Kinda depends."
He tipped his cap to Shun, still vaguely anxious around authority figures despite his new life. "Afternoon, officer."
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He frowned some more, and it permeated as he passed Marcus a wave back, if only because it had been (somewhat) aimed in his direction). Maybe Chel knew him better. "Hey you're supposed to be shopping for s**t with me," he reminded her, tempted to try snapping in her face. "You high or something?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2017 8:46 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2017 9:30 pm
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