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Chapter 34: Fishertown
Pairings: Hurley/Claire, Kate/Sawyer
Characters: Hugo "Hurley" Reyes, Benjamin Linus, Desmond Hume, Claire Littleton, Kate Austen, James "Sawyer" Ford, Rose Nadler, Bernard Nadler, Carole Littleton, Aaron Littleton, Background & Cameo Characters, Original Non-Human Characters
Rating: M
Length: 4421 words
Status: Multi-chapter, WIP
Notes: Fantasy and supernatural elements. Think American Gods on the Island.

Summary: Hurley is now Protector of the Island, while Claire, Kate, and Sawyer head back to our world. But when it comes to love, the Island has ways to get you where you need to be.

Chapter 34: Fishertown

Hugo and Ben's canoe bobbed in the waves near the white-yurt village. From the beach, two outrigger canoes put in to the churning surf. Hugo's heart leaped to his throat in fear when he saw that some of the men in the canoes weren't paddling. Instead, they aimed drawn bows straight at him and Ben, with arrows at the ready. On the shore, someone else was raising the sail on a wide-bottomed wooden skiff.

A series of long, powerful barrel waves slowed down the outriggers long enough for Hugo to make a decision. He was pretty confident that he could take whatever damage the archers could dish out. But it would majorly suck if Ben got shish-kabobed.

He prayed that Ben wouldn't argue with him. “Look, I'm gonna swim to shore, talk to them. You can take the boat back to our beach, and I'll get there when I can."

Instead of answering, Ben flung off his t-shirt, and with his knife sliced it into two halves. When he leaped to his feet, the outrigger wobbled in an alarming way. "Crouch down, Hugo, all right? They have to be able to see me."

Ben raised both pieces of fabric over his head and waved them energetically back and forth. He then pointed his left hand straight out, and his right hand down at an angle towards his knee, then repeated the process.

"I didn't know you were a Boy Scout, Ben."

"Richard was a thorough scout-master. I'm telling them that we've stopped."

The outriggers had cleared the rolling waves, but hung back as if observing. The archers still held their bows drawn. Buffeted by one rolling wave after another, the skiff brought up the rear.

Ben signaled again, then stopped momentarily. "I think they got the message.”

"Which was what?"

"That we just want to talk."

At the prow of the skiff stood a dark-skinned woman with long braided hair. Her loose tunic and trousers gleamed white as the sail, and in her hands she bore a pair of colored flags.

Behind her crouched a younger, pale-skinned woman with masses of dark hair. Two men sat behind them, one blond and muscular, the other with warm brown skin and a shiny bald head. Both carried long spears.

Oh, great. More bearers of pointy things. Back when Hugo had broken the guns in New Otherton, he told himself that he'd deal with arrows and clubs later. Well, "later" had just arrived, and those obsidian spear-points looked mega-sharp.

The woman waved her flags back at Ben, signaling in a dizzying sequence. When Ben didn't respond, she repeated the motions.

Ben's tone was hesitant. "I think they want us to come to shore."

"You think?"

"I'm telling them yes. I wish I could remember what the semaphore code is for, 'Don't shoot.'"

Hugo immediately raised both hands in the air as high as they would go. "Universal language, bro."

As the outriggers bore down upon them, the people on-board whispered to each other, and one of the men in the stern pointed. It wasn't until the archers lowered their bows that Hugo let out a long, slow breath.

The skiff pulled up alongside Ben and Hugo, close enough for them to come under the dark woman's intent gaze. The blond man lowered his spear and squinted at Ben, as if trying to place him. The pale woman gave a gasp which sounded like recognition.

Ben must have had a revelation of his own, because he cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted above the ocean roar, "Ahoy! Nancy!"

* * * * * * * *

When Ben and Hugo reached the yurt-village shoreline, their escort of boats disembarked first, then signaled for them to drag their own canoe onto the white-sand beach. About twenty people surrounded them, some bearing spears, others wielding long knives or bows-and-arrows.

"Hey," said Hugo in greeting. He wanted very badly to ask Ben where he knew Nancy from. Other people looked at Ben in the same curious, scrutinizing way: not unfriendly, but cautious. Most of them weren't strangers, that was for sure.

Hopefully they didn't hate Ben, or worse. That could get messy.

Nancy gave a hand signal, and down went the weapons. "Long time no see, Benjamin."

Ben smiled, but not too much. "Not that long. Just a couple of months ago, in fact, back at the foot statue. I'm glad to see that you didn't make it to the Temple after all."

Nancy shot sharp looks from Ben to Hugo, and back again.

"This is Hugo Reyes, our new Jacob."

Hugo raised a hand in protest. "Not exactly. There was Jack there, in between."

The flicker in Ben's expression told Hugo, Quiet. He then turned to Nancy. "We would love to tell you the story, if you're interested."

As if she hadn't heard him, Nancy beckoned to the two men from the skiff.

Ben nodded to the blond man first. “Franz, you're looking well. And Rodriguez, nice to see you.”

They ignored him. Nancy said, “Take them somewhere to rest."

With spears at their backs, Hugo and Ben followed Vanessa through the yurt-village. They passed dozens of wooden racks which held dried fish, while octopus and squid hung on clotheslines. At the north end of the village, a wide stretch of shoreline looked like it had been dusted with pink icing-sugar. Whoever had been working there must have left, because their wooden spreaders lay abandoned in the middle of the sparkling field.

Hugo pointed, overcome by curiosity. "What's that?"

Vanessa gave a small smile, as if proud despite herself. "Those are the salt flats." She stopped in front of a yurt, its canvas sides dazzling white.

"Get inside," Franz growled in his thick accent right out of The Terminator.

Before passing through the flap, Ben turned to Vanessa. "Richard Alpert is well, by the way."

Vanessa's eyes opened wide. Then she spun aside, leaving Franz and Rodriguez to guard the yurt's door.

Before lowering the flap, Rodriguez handed Hugo a gourd sloshing with water. His expression said that if it were up to him, he wouldn't have. The canvas flap fell with a thud, leaving Ben and Hugo inside.

The yurt floor looked like it had been made out of loading pallets, with wide gaps in between the planks. Otherwise, the round tent was entirely empty. Ben settled himself down cross-legged, and Hugo did the same. After he took the drink which Hugo offered him, Ben wiped his mouth. "If they were going to kill us out of hand, they'd have already done it."

"Who the hell are these people?"

"You probably don't remember, but some of them were on your plane, Oceanic 815. In the tail section."

The words hit Hugo with a dull thud. "The ones that got kidnapped."

"We chose very carefully, Hugo. The first night, Goodwin selected Franz, Rodriguez, and one other, whom I don't see. Later, after Goodwin provided his lists as ordered, we took Nancy and six other men.”

"You took the kids, too."

"Yes, Hugo. Nancy was a great help with them."

Slow anger rumbled through Hugo, and at first, he didn't trust himself to speak.

Ben sat before him, narrow-shouldered, bare-chested and entirely defenseless. "I did some pretty bad things, Hugo. I don't deny it."

What the hell, what was done was done. Hugo took off the button-down shirt which he wore over his t-shirt, and handed it to Ben. “Here, dude, you look cold.”

Ben buttoned up, small as a child in the vast windowpane-checked garment. “Thanks.”

"What about the rest of these guys, the ones that weren't on the plane?"

"They're from the Barracks. When the mercs from the Kahuna were on their way, I sent my people to the Temple, although most of them didn't stay there long." Ben gave a small, rueful laugh. "Too used to creature comforts, I guess. And the couples among them had to separate."

"'Cause of all the baby stuff?"

“The Temple had strict rules. Enforced celibacy was one of the less stringent ones.”

"So, your Barracks people split. Let me guess, they wound up here." Hugo had heard stories from Cindy and Emma about Temple life, and he wasn't surprised.

"Richard came up with the idea. He and Vanessa."

"So, Ben, when were you gonna tell me that there was a whole other Other village on the Island?"

Ben seemed to shrink into Hugo's tentlike shirt. "After Jacob... died, I thought they had all fled to the Temple, and we know what happened there. There wouldn't have been much point if they were already dead."

That wasn't quite what Hugo was looking for, but it would have to do for now.

Sunlight filled the yurt as Vanessa entered, carrying a wooden tray with slices of raw fish and strips of yellow vegetable. She knelt down before them and held the tray out.

"I guess you get a lot of sushi around here," Hugo remarked.

Vanessa didn't answer, just offered the tray in silence.

Ben explained to Hugo, "If we eat it, they can't kill us outright."

"What, some kind of Island mojo?"

Ben shook his head. "No, courtesy. If we came looking for a fight, we'd refuse it. That would be an insult, and one thing would lead to another. But by eating their food, we show that we trust them not to poison us."

"So, this is kinda like the Others' version of a trust fall. Cool." Hugo helped himself to fish still sprinkled with tiny flecks of blood. "Over the lips and past the gums." Down the mouthful went, cold and slimy.

Ben took his own slice, along with a bit of the yellow root. "Fresh ginger. Try some, Hugo."

Vanessa squatted before them, unmoving. There wasn't enough fish for a meal, just a few bites each. As soon as they were done, Vanessa's words tumbled out. "You have no idea how hard I had to argue, to get Nancy to let me bring this to you." She turned to Ben. "Your star has somewhat fallen among us, after all."

"I know." Ben's tone wasn't defiant or sarcastic, just sad.

She gave a deep sigh. "Tell me what happened with Richard. When he... the monster took Richard away, and Richard didn't come back, I was sure that—"

"You thought the worst, no doubt." said Ben.

Vanessa bit her lip, and Hugo suddenly felt sorry for her. His guess was that while Richard was probably pretty stuck on his dead wife, Vanessa still had a few hopes. "He flew outta here a couple months ago. Now he's in Portland, running Mittelos."

The face of the blue dream-genie appeared in his mind, radiating caution. You can't make anybody fall in love. That probably applied to falling out of love as well.

"He went with the girl, didn't he?" Vanessa said.

Hugo's mouth suddenly went dry. "Uh, what girl?"

"The one who used to visit us on the sly, because she didn't want the monster to catch her. Sometimes she brought us piglets. She'd drop them at the foot of the hills, then run away."

Hugo didn't have to ask who "the girl" was. "Yeah, Claire went back, along with some other people. Sorry you didn't get to hitch a ride too."

Vanessa's words came out slowly, as if dragged from within. "So, he left... with her?"

Hugo wanted to laugh, not at Vanessa, but at how totally, powerfully wrong she was. If he even chuckled, though, this whole strange diplomatic visit could turn disastrous. Everything rested on him keeping his voice and face as serious as possible. "Nah, they left on the same plane, but he didn't leave with Claire. If you know what I mean."

A welter of relief, longing, and even hope spread across Vanessa's features, mixed with a dose of sadness, too.

Ben's voice was full of compassion. "Richard was out of his mind with grief when he left, Vanessa. Jacob was dead, and everything around Richard had collapsed. Everyone had to move fast, as the Island was breaking apart."

Vanessa's expression was flat as the wooden tray balanced on her knees. "So, Hugo, it's you then."

It took Hugo a second or two to know what she meant. "Yeah, it's me."

"You have to understand, we were fooled once already."

"By fake-Locke. I know."

"Richard had told us for years that John Locke was supposed to lead us, that Jacob wanted him to. Then he disappeared right before my eyes, and everyone else's. Richard swore Locke was going to return, but he never did. Not alive, anyway. Now, here you are."

"Hate to disappoint you. I guess."

"Please, I don't mean to be rude. It's just that ever since I washed up on these shores, the name of Jacob was always whispered, barely ever said aloud. We never saw him, no one could. Richard filled us with stories, wonderful stories which hung in all our minds." She looked down at the floor, her cheeks pink. "It's not disappointment. It's just that you're sitting here, eating fish. You're so—"

Franz lifted the tent flap to interrupt. "Vanessa, what's taking so long?"

Vanessa didn't glare at Franz; in fact, she gave him a little smile. Hugo still wanted to hear what she had to say, though. "I'm so... what?"

"Ordinary." She sprang to her feet, and disappeared through the tent flap before Hugo could say anything.

There was nothing else to do but relax and wait. The floor beneath Hugo seemed to rock, as if his body hadn't gotten the message that they weren't in the canoe anymore. "Was she, like, Richard's girlfriend or something?"

"When Richard went to the mainland, she served as his aide and traveling companion.”

"Traveling companion, huh.”

Ben looked genuinely shocked at the suggestion. “Richard is strait-laced. I'm sure he neither reciprocated her affections nor took advantage of them."

“Good.” Hugo wasn't exactly a font of advice for the love-lorn, but if Richard hadn't gotten over Isabella after a couple hundred years, he probably wasn't going to. “Anyway, the Terminator seems pretty stuck on her.”

“The Terminator?” Then Ben got it, and chuckled.

Their grins faded when Rodriguez stuck his head in the yurt. “Get up, you two. Time to go see Nancy.”

* * * * * * * *

At the entrance to Nancy's yurt, Rodriguez pointed to a shady spot of sand right outside. "You, Benjamin, sit there."

Hugo balked. “No way.”

"It's okay, I'll be fine." Ben settled himself on the sand under Rodriguez's watchful eye.

From inside, Franz opened the tent-flap to Nancy's yurt, and beckoned Hugo in.

The first thing Hugo noticed was a large glass bottle laid on its side, filled with an intricately-built wooden ship with many sails. Vanessa and Franz stood like an honor guard on either side of Nancy's metal Army-surplus desk. Hugo took the only empty seat, a camp chair which squeezed his sides and creaked under his weight. Behind Nancy rested a pile of rifles, five or six at least.

Uh, oh. Hugo suddenly had a notion of what this was about.

Nancy steepled her fingers beneath her chin and fixed Hugo with her piercing, dark-brown eyes, reminding him of his mom when she got going on one of her hunting expeditions. No matter how embarrassing the truth was, she'd drag it out of you by sheer will alone.

The camp chair creaked again, this time louder. If there was ever a time for a tiny cheat, this was it. He willed the aluminum frame and canvas webbing to hold together, at least until he got up. Then he rested his hands on his knees and kicked back, waiting.

"So," Nancy said after a long silence. "Why are you here?"

"Ben and me, we were going around the Island, checking things out. I saw your village, wanted to tell people that the war was over."

Nancy brushed a few thin, tight braids out of her face, as if less sure than before. "For us, the war was over when John Locke's body lay there on the sand, yet he was still walking around.  We set out for the Temple, but a lot of us had second thoughts.  Most of us came back here.  I guess the few who didn't are at the Temple, still."

"There is no more Temple." Hugo left the rest hanging in the air between them.

"What did you do?" Franz said, gripping his spear.

"You wanna put that down, I'll tell you what happened."

Nancy gave Franz a look, and he rested back on his heels. "Go ahead, talk," Nancy said. "But it better be a good story. Ever since our firearms stopped functioning, we've been expecting an attack. When it didn't happen, some people wanted to slack off. Not me, though.”

At once Hugo put the scenario together. Sure, he'd broken the guns all over the Island, without giving a thought about what people elsewhere on the Island would think when their rifles or pistols suddenly wouldn't fire. Whether Nancy's people thought it was magic or some kind of super-weapon, they probably started knapping obsidian arrow-heads and spear-points almost at once.

Hugo took a deep breath. Well, here goes nothing. He went over as much as he could of the past two months, wishing Ben was there to explain things a little better, fill in any parts he might have missed. When he mentioned going to Los Angeles via the Door, Vanessa's eyes got wide. She knew exactly what he was talking about. Throughout it all, Nancy leaned back in her chair, hands folded, silently listening.

As Hugo described finding Rennie's body on the rocks, Nancy remarked, "He made my life miserable at the Temple. Main reason I left."

Hugo had no trouble believing that.

"We have a good life here. Without our guns, we were afraid that we wouldn't be able to defend it."

"So you freaked out. Totally understandable."

Vanessa broke into the conversation. "No, you don't get it. Richard always told us how Jacob had to remain apart. Separate. How it had to work that way."

"Yeah, it did, for Jacob. Look, I already told you how this was all a big game to Jacob and his brother both. Games have rules, but the rules change."

Nancy, Vanessa, and Franz sent glances towards each other, but didn't say anything. When Hugo had seen Jacob, he hadn't seemed like a bad guy, just kind of mopey and depressed. Then again, most of the time Hugo had seen Jacob was when he was dead. Maybe you couldn't really judge.

In a mild voice, Nancy said, “That's quite a claim you're making here.”

Hugo didn't answer, just leaned back in his chair. At least it had stopped making noise.

Franz broke the momentary silence. "You say you can do these things. So prove it. Do something."

"He doesn't have to do anything," Vanessa protested. "Weren't you listening, Franz? He knows about the Door."

"He could have found that out from Richard."

Vanessa's voice cracked with exasperation. "You want to take that risk, Franz? If he's not the new protector of this Island, then we'll find out soon enough. If he is, he could break your thick skull, as well as a gun."

Hugo had to admit that her logic was worthy of Mr. Spock.

Nancy's voice was gentle. "All right, Vanessa. Point made."

"You know how to fish?" Franz said. “We pull our weight around here. No slackers.”

Vanessa didn't even give Hugo a chance to answer. "They found Rennie Delacroix at Gnasher Pass, and made it through in one piece. So they can't be too bad in a boat."
Hugo said, "Gnasher Pass, huh? Good name. Speaking of boats, where'd you get all these?"
Pride rang out in Vanessa's voice. "Ships in bottles weren't the only ones Richard was interested in. He got us started on carving outriggers. It was Franz's idea to build sailing skiffs."

The tall German's stern face stayed grim, although his eyes crinkled with warmth at the praise.

Vanessa said, "Richard isn't coming back, is he?"

Honesty was best, and Hugo didn't know how to soften it. "I don't think so.”

Pain flicked across Vanessa's face. Franz set his spear aside and folded his arms, stoic.

Hugo said, "Ben and I, we'd love to help out. But we got to get everybody together, talk to them. No leader-secrets, none of that stuff. Everybody gets to know what's happened. And if anybody wants to leave, I'm gonna find a way. Everybody gets a choice."

"Fair enough." Nancy unsteepled her hands and leaned back in her office chair, then turned to Franz and Vanessa. “Hugo and Benjamin are our guests now, and we're going to treat them as such.” She angled her head towards the door, and Vanessa and Franz left at once.

Afterwards, Nancy didn't speak. She just looked Hugo over with her deep, dark eyes, and now she didn't just remind Hugo of his mom, but of Rose too, and Kathy, and even old Mrs. Toomey from Kalgoorlie, all rolled into one.

Then it hit Hugo that Nancy wasn't trying to sweat him out or anything. She was being polite. She knew he had a question, and would sit there all day if needed, until he figured out what it was.

Just remember not to call them Others. “Franz, Rodriguez, they're big, tough guys, and you're no wilting flower either. How'd Jacob's people do it? How'd they get you to go with them?”

By her face it wasn't the question she'd expected, but it was a good one anyway. “My momma died right before Christmas, 2003. My son, he was in the Marines, First Expeditionary Force,” and here her face grew soft with pride and sorrow. “He didn't last his first month in Fallujah.”

“Man, that sucks. I'm really sorry.”

Nancy picked up a small wooden model of Franz's skiff, complete with tiny canvas sail, and turned it around in her fingers as she spoke. “At work, everybody said I should get away, take a real vacation for once. Australia was about as far as I could get.

“The first night after the crash, they grabbed us, put bags over our heads, frog-marched us into the woods. Then a woman started talking to me, in the kindest voice I ever heard. She knew a whole lot about Momma, about Jared, things I kept in my heart. When the woman said, 'We can give you another life, a better one,' that was it for me. I had nothing to go back to, and they knew it, too.”

“Jacob kinda said the same thing to me.”

“Now here you are.” As she got up, the office chair thumped across the wooden planks as it rolled. “You're welcome to stay, protector. Our village is yours.”

* * * * * * * *

The next morning, Hugo gave his "Anybody who want to go, can" speech. Just as when he had extended the same offer in New Otherton, nobody took him up on it.

Not even Vanessa, which was kind of a surprise. If she was being forced to stay or something, he was going to find out. So when he saw her working at the salt flats, he ambled over to join her.

Hugo knew he could spy on Vanessa's thoughts if he wanted to, but that was gross, like peeping in windows. Sometimes people shed thoughts, though, and Hugo couldn't help but pick up how Vanessa wanted to talk as much as he did.

It was hot work, raking half-evaporated sea-sludge into a smooth paste which would ultimately dry into crusted pink sea salt. He toiled away with Vanessa, pouring sweat, hoping he was drinking enough to replace what he was losing, as he waited for Vanessa to say what was on her mind.

Finally she rested on her wooden spreader, and turned to Hugo. "Is it really true what you said about the women of your people? That they've had children?"

Oh brother, here comes that “my people, your people” thing again. "We're one Island, Vanessa. But yeah, Faith had a baby three years ago. Then Sirrah had hers last year. And Meredith and Deanna are due in September, October, I forget."

Vanessa gazed out to sea, her voice faraway. "You're wondering why I didn't speak up, when you asked who wanted to go. When Richard and I would travel, I'd lie awake in my hotel room, think about knocking on his door. I imagined begging him to not go back, to just take me away, to somewhere we could have a life."

"You didn't, though."

"No. I knew deep down that there wasn't any point." She gave him a brave smile, then kept on raking.

* * * * * * * *

Hugo and Ben stayed in Fishertown, as Ben named it, for two more days. Nancy laughed at the new name, remarking that they'd never thought of calling it anything before. Even Franz's face cracked at the edges a bit, his version of a smile.

Ben had been busy, too, because the fisher-people were more than willing to trade. What especially tempted them were cheese and flax, as well as all the assorted Dharma Initiative scraps which filled storage sheds and the recreation center. The ranchers of New Otherton would get their salt for meat preservation after all.

Vanessa and Franz would follow Ben and Hugo's boat back to the Dharma Initiative dock at Full Moon Bay, an easy sail around the North Shore.  As a sign of good faith, Vanessa wrapped bags of salt in watertight shark-skin, and Nancy added a large basket of dried fish, their scales shining dark-gold. When Vanessa and Franz were finished loading the skiff, they all put out to sea at once.

Hugo pointed his paddle towards the couple in the boat behind them. "I guess they're kind of like ambassadors, aren't they? Dude's a marked man, too. He doesn't stand a chance."

There was a faint smile in Ben's voice. "I don't think you'd find a more willing victim. You should know how that goes, Hugo."

Hugo was glad that he faced out to sea, so Ben couldn't see his blush.


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Date: 2015-07-24 01:56 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] desdemonaspace
Ben really is a shit, but at least he doesn't deny it. He's coming along. Love the scene of Hugo giving him the shirt off his back.

Hugo's form of government eludes me. It's not a benevolent dictatorship, it's not exactly laissez-faire (which is more of an economic policy). It's more like the divine right of kings. He has a mandate to rule from Jacob. I love how he doesn't abuse his power. He's too humble, but he also knows his value. He's all about letting the people come to him. He reminds me of a pet owner with a skittish new cat. He'll let the cat spend the night under the bed, until it's ready to come out.

Loving how this is coming along. Hugo needs a consort now. Pretty please?

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Date: 2015-07-24 08:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Aw, so glad you like how the story's moving. Thanks so much for letting me know.

Nobody wants a consort more than Hugo. She's on another continent again, but another visit is coming up soon. ;-)

You're right, Hugo doesn't govern by common ideas of leadership. My view of the protectorship (some of it canonical, some not) is that you bring to it what you have / what you are. Then that is reflected in the Island itself.

A divine king is a good way to describe it. "Reyes" means "king" in Old French. In "Fire+Water," Charlie envisions him in rich, gold-trimmed red robes that are literally royal purple (which interestingly is not violet, but more of a dark maroon.) In "Tricia Tanaka is Dead," he wears a dark-yellow shirt with a crown monogram on the breast pocket. All grist for the mill!

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Date: 2015-08-04 01:16 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] desdemonaspace
I need an update, stat. I need chapter updatey-ness, either RTX or SWH. Please!

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Date: 2015-08-04 01:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Aw, I'm flattered. I'm working on an RTX chapter, but summer is busy for me and it's going slowly...

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Date: 2015-08-04 02:32 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] desdemonaspace
Well, I wanted to encourage you. Know that your stories matter supremely to me, and I look for updates daily.

Yeah, it's a busy summer for me, too.

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Date: 2015-08-04 01:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thanks! If you want, I can send you a PM when the next chapter of RTX posts. That way you don't have to look at dead air on a daily basis. ;-)

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Date: 2015-08-05 03:08 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] desdemonaspace
I would love that. Thanks!


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