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*spits out a bit of Gigglewater* I… m-maybe we should get you home, buddy. He-he-he!

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“This wayyy.” He said moving into the kitchen. He waved his hand, but when the door to the cupboard did not swing open, he went the old fashioned way, grabbing two large glasses and filling them with water from the sink. 

“here..” He said holding it out to him. 

Carlos grinned at him, taking the glass. “Thanks,” he said softly and he quickly downed the water. The taste of nothing caught Carlos a little off-guard, but it was cold which was nice. He let out a sigh, holding the empty glass. “I said ‘welcome’, by the way,” he said suddenly. “Earlier… ‘Welcome to Graves’ house’. Or, ‘Welcome to the Graves House’. Whichever you think sounds better…”

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“♫Wake up in the mornin’ feelin’ pretty damn shitty♪” was literally Carlos’ first thought upon arriving at the Consciousness Station. Tragically, he wasn’t even in the proper mindset to appreciate his joke as the light resting on his eyes felt more like someone was taking a jackhammer straight into his face.

He made a noise – a long, moaning, very unhappy and painful noise – and reached both arms up to cover his face. Only one arm made it though, as the other was currently trapped underneath something. A pillow? A tight blanket? He didn’t know – it was warm though.

Carlos just frowned, shutting his eye closed again and groaning deeply. The pillows weren’t his, he realized. Neither was the blanket. Or the bed. He didn’t know where he was. And God, did it hurt trying to figure it all out.

“Nng… Then where are we?” he asked lowly.

“I have…no idea.” Giving up on untangling her legs the hard way, she rolled over again to stare up at the cieling of the darkened room.

Okay, time to think. They were in a strange room, neither of them knew where they were. She didn’t know how this had happened, or why. In fact, she barely remembered anything of the previous night. And trying to just made her head hurt even more.

“…Carlos, do you remember anything from last night?”

Carlos groaned at the thought of trying to make his brain work. But he tried to remember. “I went to your house… and it kinda turned into a deal where… you convinced me to let loose a little bit? I think? Not blamin’, just… s’what I remember.”

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You know, last time I listened to one of you guys I was wrong. Fool me twice and all that… Lemme just ask the boy myself.

@dedmaxsearchhistory? You hearing this? *gestures upward*

*he nods slightly* y-yeah, i guess.. *hic* .. Carlos i-i promise not to rob anymore stores…

*looks down at Max* You sure, buddy? YOu’re telling me the truth, right? *his voice is still soft, but it still demands honesty.*

y-yeah.. i’m sure… *he yawns and rubs his eyes* a promise is a promise…

I would love to see you keep it, Max. I think you should take some time to yourself now… you look tired.

i’m not tired.. i’m just… sad *he glances away, mumbling* i don’t want to be alone…

Why don’t you want to be alone, Max?

i don’t trust myself i just don’t…

Do you want me to sit in your tent with you? I do think a nap would do you some good. But if you’d rather not be alone, I can oblige you there as well. That is – if you’re okay with it. I know I’m not actually your dad, and I just realized how what I suggested sounds…

*he chuckles slightly and nods* thanks Carlos.. *he dries his eyes and gets up*

*Carlos stands up as well and brushes off his coat and legs. He then offers Max a hand to hold*

*he hesitates before taking Carlos’ hand and walking back to his tent, yawning ocasionally*

*Carlos is silent, not sure if Max wants to talk about anything else right then. They would go at Max’s pace.*

*he was quiet for awhile til they were almost at his tent, his voice still almost a whisper* do you remember the shadow people?

*he frowns. Yeah, he remembered.* Yeah, Max. Did… has something happened?

i think they decided they don’t like you anymore… *he stepped into his tent*

*Carlos was confused* They don’t like me… anymore? As in they had liked me before? Or did they just say they don’t like me?

Hey. Tall guy. What are you doing here? I’ve never seen you before. (It’s cliche—ask—max. Something went wrong with my blog and I had to restart it somewhere else.)

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Huh? I’m studying the volcano. Are you a camper from one of the nearby camps?

((totally fine – i know stuff happens. Glad to see you back! 🙂

What’s it to you?

Well, my daughter’s a camper at the Camp Campbell. I’m just curious, really.

Yes. I am.

Oh, I see. *smiles* What are you doing out in the forest, buddy? Nice hoodie, by the way.

Trying to find the best way to set it on fire.

Oh, that’s – hey, wait… don’t do that. That’s very dangerous, and also very illegal.

Well, I want to die, but I also want this stupid fucking camp to burn with me.

…. Jesus…

Um, I don’t think you mean that, kiddo. That’s a very permanent, uh… ‘solution’ for whatever problem you’re facing. Hey, do you have a name?

It’s max. And I can tell you with certainty that I do mean that. I even managed to snag a bottle of lighter fluid and some matches.

What? Oh my god – okay, look, son, I now you think you mean it, but you’re, what… you’re only nine? You’re young! You don’t wanna make that mistake, believe me!

I’m not fucking nine! This isn’t a mistake! This is what has to happen!

Kid – Max – is there something going on at the camp that’s angering you? What is it that is making you unhappy? Please – you can tell me.

I don’t even know you. Why do you care anyway?

For one, I’m also in this forest. But I have a daughter about your, um… size. I know that when you’re angry it can seem like the end of the world.

*maxs head snaps up quickly* *he glares at carlos* are you saying that just because I’m young a short term anger will make me do this? That’s stupid. This isn’t because of some small inconvienece. This is way bigger than you think. Now if you’ll excuse me… *max tries to walk away*

Wait – stop! *He walks up and grabs the kid by the hoodie, pulling him up off the ground*

Put me the fuck down. Why does this even matter to you? It’s my life and I do what I want! If I want to burn, then so be it!

As a responsible adult who knows the danger coming, I can’t let you hurt yourself. Or commit arson. Where are the matches and fluid that you said you had?

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You know, last time I listened to one of you guys I was wrong. Fool me twice and all that… Lemme just ask the boy myself.

@dedmaxsearchhistory? You hearing this? *gestures upward*

*he nods slightly* y-yeah, i guess.. *hic* .. Carlos i-i promise not to rob anymore stores…

*looks down at Max* You sure, buddy? YOu’re telling me the truth, right? *his voice is still soft, but it still demands honesty.*

y-yeah.. i’m sure… *he yawns and rubs his eyes* a promise is a promise…

I would love to see you keep it, Max. I think you should take some time to yourself now… you look tired.

i’m not tired.. i’m just… sad *he glances away, mumbling* i don’t want to be alone…

Why don’t you want to be alone, Max?

i don’t trust myself i just don’t…

Do you want me to sit in your tent with you? I do think a nap would do you some good. But if you’d rather not be alone, I can oblige you there as well. That is – if you’re okay with it. I know I’m not actually your dad, and I just realized how what I suggested sounds…

*he chuckles slightly and nods* thanks Carlos.. *he dries his eyes and gets up*

*Carlos stands up as well and brushes off his coat and legs. He then offers Max a hand to hold*

*he hesitates before taking Carlos’ hand and walking back to his tent, yawning ocasionally*

*Carlos is silent, not sure if Max wants to talk about anything else right then. They would go at Max’s pace.*

*he was quiet for awhile til they were almost at his tent, his voice still almost a whisper* do you remember the shadow people?

*he frowns. Yeah, he remembered.* Yeah, Max. Did… has something happened?

Starways to Hell

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“Uhhhhh….. no they don’t and…… Kraglin knows how to strip one for parts…. as for how to operate it….I don’t think so….”

Carlos frowned. “Maybe we oughtta pick them up rather than just wait for them to come to the house,” he suggested. “Dad has a car we can drive. My Driver’s license shouldn’t be expired. I think.”

Looks at him. “And… how am I supposed to hide? You want me to come out in daylight?” Looks at him nerviously.

“Uh– oh…” Carlos said softly. “I’m sorry, I forgot about that. Um… maybe Mikey and I can go. And you can stay here with Dad?”

“Yeah…. they should be next to my ship….and I’ll hang out with your old man. Who knows I might be able to help him out around here or something.”

Carlos smiled at him. “Like planning for lunch or dinner – you know better about what the boys can eat so it’d be a great help. Speaking of which… should we go get some breakfast?”

Yondu nods and looks at him with a sigh before tugging him into a light kiss before pulling back and heads down stairs to the dinning table. “Something smells delicious in here. Morning wheels. How are you?”

Mikey looked up from his plate, blinking a little sleepily. But he grinned and waved. “Hey, Eiffel 65! I’m not too bad!”

“Mikey, don’t make references Mr Yondu can’t understand,” Mr Ramon chided gently with a smile.

“He’ll understand them soon, I promise!” Mikey said with a grin. “Hey – sit down, you guys. Dad went all out this morning.”

“Of course I did! I’ve got four grown men to feed!” Mr Ramon laughed. “And a homecoming to celebrate as well! This’ll be the first breakfast since last Easter that we’ve all had with Carlos.”

Yondu smiles a bit about to sit then blinks at the door as someone knocks on it. His com beeps a few times and he answers. “Peter?”

“Heya! Hope we’re at the right house. I’m tired! Krags dragged me out of bed! And the hike… seriously!”

“Carlos was going to come pick you both up. You were supposed to call me before you got here.” Smirks at the silence then the loud whine of exhasperstion.

Mikey sighed and backed away from the table. “I’ll get the door… you guys hide in case it’s one of our neighbors.”

Carlos took Yondu’s arm and pulled him so that they weren’t in view of the front door. “Is Kraglin with you, Pete?” he asked through the comm.

“I ain’t lettin’ his ass outta sight on a planet like this,” Kraglin responded. “He still probably has a wanted status here…”

Mr Ramon frowned at that, but didn’t say anything.

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Huh? I’m studying the volcano. Are you a camper from one of the nearby camps?

((totally fine – i know stuff happens. Glad to see you back! 🙂

What’s it to you?

Well, my daughter’s a camper at the Camp Campbell. I’m just curious, really.

Yes. I am.

Oh, I see. *smiles* What are you doing out in the forest, buddy? Nice hoodie, by the way.

Trying to find the best way to set it on fire.

Oh, that’s – hey, wait… don’t do that. That’s very dangerous, and also very illegal.

Well, I want to die, but I also want this stupid fucking camp to burn with me.

…. Jesus…

Um, I don’t think you mean that, kiddo. That’s a very permanent, uh… ‘solution’ for whatever problem you’re facing. Hey, do you have a name?

It’s max. And I can tell you with certainty that I do mean that. I even managed to snag a bottle of lighter fluid and some matches.

What? Oh my god – okay, look, son, I now you think you mean it, but you’re, what… you’re only nine? You’re young! You don’t wanna make that mistake, believe me!

I’m not fucking nine! This isn’t a mistake! This is what has to happen!

Kid – Max – is there something going on at the camp that’s angering you? What is it that is making you unhappy? Please – you can tell me.

I don’t even know you. Why do you care anyway?

For one, I’m also in this forest. But I have a daughter about your, um… size. I know that when you’re angry it can seem like the end of the world.

*maxs head snaps up quickly* *he glares at carlos* are you saying that just because I’m young a short term anger will make me do this? That’s stupid. This isn’t because of some small inconvienece. This is way bigger than you think. Now if you’ll excuse me… *max tries to walk away*

Wait – stop! *He walks up and grabs the kid by the hoodie, pulling him up off the ground*

DIAMOND RING THING FOR MIA BECAUSE I NEED SOME CRACK TO OFFSET THE ANGST ON ANOTHER BLOG

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“♫Wake up in the mornin’ feelin’ pretty damn shitty♪” was literally Carlos’ first thought upon arriving at the Consciousness Station. Tragically, he wasn’t even in the proper mindset to appreciate his joke as the light resting on his eyes felt more like someone was taking a jackhammer straight into his face.

He made a noise – a long, moaning, very unhappy and painful noise – and reached both arms up to cover his face. Only one arm made it though, as the other was currently trapped underneath something. A pillow? A tight blanket? He didn’t know – it was warm though.

Mia woke slowly, the first thing catching her awareness was something firm and warm underneath her neck attempting to pull away. Whining and refusing to open her eyes, she attempted to get herself comfortable again to drift back off until the hangover pounding between her eyes died away.

Only as she was halfway settled again did her nose start working to pick up the scent of her companion. ….Lavender and human? That was unusual, to say the least. Groaning, she slit one eye open to peer blearily at the person beside her. What was going on??

There was a noise and the pillow (blanket?) shifted over his arm, briefly freeing it but then once again trapping it before Carlos could move it. What the hell? He tried to pull his arm out again, and even the least bit of strain made his head pound.

Carlos whimpered lowly, anticipating the pain, and peeked one squinty eye open. At first it was tough to focus because he was squinting, but the grey fuzziness started to go away in his vision and he could make out something with dark hair laying on his arm. He blinked his eye a couple times, trying to clear the fuzz some more, and he saw large, pointed ears coming out of the top of the thing’s head, and then her face – it wasn’t a thing, it was a person. But it still took a few more blinks before Carlos realized he recognized them.

“The hell… Mia?” he murmured, completely confused. And his brain still was too preoccupied to try and figure out why she was there.

“….Carlos?” Both of the Fae woman’s eyes blinked open in shock as she recognized the voice of her companion. And then she had to almost immediately close them as the sudden onslaught of light hurt her sensitive eyes. 

Rolling over and away from him to put her face in the pillow with a groan, she muttered a few choice words that had the curtains to the room they were in slam shut and change to a black out fabric to get rid of the offending sunlight. As she did so, she became aware of fabric wrapped around her legs in an….unusual way. She didn’t remember owning a nightgown?? Usually she slept in pajamas or a tank top and sweat shorts.

“…This doesn’t smell like any of my houses?” she offered, attempting to free her legs without actually getting up. What the hell had happened last night??

Carlos just frowned, shutting his eye closed again and groaning deeply. The pillows weren’t his, he realized. Neither was the blanket. Or the bed. He didn’t know where he was. And God, did it hurt trying to figure it all out.

“Nng… Then where are we?” he asked lowly.

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*Max makes his way to the QM store and stood outside the door*

So… what exactly is the plan with the Tide Pods in the bucket? Are you going to test how quickly the outer film dissolves, or if it goes into osmosis?

Eh, I was just gonna see if it was weird with lake water or not, but that other stuff’s pretty cool too, I guess. *He turns the door handle* He actually left it unlocked this time.. *he kicks the door open but not too harshly*

Oh – do you think the lake water might do something interesting to it? I think that’s a great thing to ex – OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT???

*there’s an upside down crucifix within view of the door and nailed to it is a chicken teddy bear. As in… a teddy made out of chicken that looked like it belonged in a freezer. Bits of dark fur stuck out of the seams and a dark liquid looked to be seeping out. Was that blood? It was really watered down though… some kind of slime?*

WHAT THE FUCK?!

*without really thinking Carlos snaps his hands down to cover Max’s eyes and quickly backed them out, slamming the door shut*

What… what?? What the hell…??

*who just had some gross-ass effigy in their storehouse??*

……I don’t know what I expected.

What was that? No, what the hell was that?? Why did he have that?? Oh God – why is he near children????????

*Max shrugged* The inner machinations of his mind are an enigma.

Alright. Let’s try this again. *Max grabed a stick from the side of the QMS (quartermaster store) and reaches to turn the door handle*

What? No – why are you going to go in there again? Max, what if he has something dangerous in there? *Dammit – he left his danger meter a the camp site!*

Why d’you think I grabbed a stick? Now, c’mon. I can whack it out the window and we won’t have to see it again. We can get the bucket and go.

No – no, no, no, Max, let’s not. This is clearly a red zone and we should probably think of something else.

But- fiiiiine. *he tosses the stick back onto the ground* There’s probably one in the mess hall maybe. I dunno this place is cheap.

*sighs in relief* Okay… let’s go check. If not, I can invent one. O-or, something like it, I mean.

Making one will take longer than finding one. *he makes his way to the mess hall which was connected with the QMS. He tries to pull open the doors but they won’t budge* dammit.

Lemme try. *he takes the handle and turns it, pushing in*. Doors from the outside almost always open inwards.

…I knew that.

*smiles at Max as he steps inside* So… what sort of stuff do you think we can find in here? An empty food bucket, maybe?

There should be some sort of pot or something in the kitchen. Maybe a mop bucket too. Whatever comes first.

Ah, a pot. That could work. Good thinking. We’ll of course be sure to wash it thoroughly after we’re done with it.

Would we need to? I mean we are putting cleaning stuff in it. *He dug around in the kitchen area*

Yeah but, we probably shouldn’t be letting any part of a tide pod get into people’s mouths. Let alone the lake water. *He looks around in the shelves that Max can’t quite reach*

You’re probably right. But it’s not like one of us hasn’t eaten podscum before.. hey I think I found something.

Yeah? *looks down at Max to see*

*he pulls out a large pot, resulting in multiple pots and pans crashing down in front of him* ,,yikes.

Ah – Jesus! Max, are you hurt? *he goes over to start piling the impliments away from Max*

I’m fiiine. Barely even touched me. *one of the fallen pans ripped a little hole in his jeans, resulting in a scraped knee. He stood up holding the large pot in front of him* this’ll work, right?

*grumbles at one of the pans – it looked like it was fifty years old and had some sharp edges. He looks at Max* Yeah, that looks like it’ll work, I thi– Max, you’re hurt!