The warehouse that isn't Rey's except how it's Rey's- Friday afternoon

[thatwaslucky]

Rey was back from her trip home, she had Summer's party later, and she was taking the time before training to just sit and relax for a while. Maybe try to meditate.

Which wasn't really possible since she could hear the woodchucks over there, just threatening to chuck some wood.

"I'm not dealing with you today," she warned.


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Beach | Friday Afternoon

[long_memory]

Silver hadn't been lying when he told Flint years ago that he'd be happy never to see the ocean again. He wasn't very good at sailing, the sea had tried to kill him several times and quite frankly he didn't get it when people said it was beautiful or inspiring. But he was out here today due to some sort of longing for it. Well, maybe not for the ocean or the sand itself; probably more out of hope of maybe seeing the Walrus out on the horizon. He'd even take a dinghy containing Flint and/or Madi.

Remember when you only cared about yourself, Silver? Those were the days.

At least he had a cellular phone now to keep him from getting too maudlin, though he only had the slightest knowledge of how it worked. He'd have to Google about it once he learned that Google was a thing.

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