porter

Who: Porter and Tad
Where: Tad's house
When: Just after school

Thankfully, it wasn't too hard to beg some time outside for Porter. Sure, he'd already spent the day 'sick' at home, but when his mom got in, all it took was a steady smile and a friendly request for some fresh air. She'd assented all too easily, only making him promise to be home for dinner with Carter that night. The chance for fresh air and to make a few housecalls was plenty of incentive for Porter to agree, and once he did it was all blue skies and slushy ground.

Who: Porter
Where: His house
When: afternoon

In contrast to most kids his age, Monday couldn't have come soon enough for Porter. He'd fretted away the weekend, working on the comic and musing on Medea, always counting down the hours before his deliveries came in. The gorgeous day that awaited when he'd woken up that morning only seemed to cement his decision to feign illness, never a tough card to play with his mother, and an even easier one after the ordeal at the asylum.

I can't believe I never thought of it before. There's a way, there's someone I can take. If Medea believes in me, if she'll help me do it? I know I can.

No one's going to miss them.

who: porter and medea
where: his car
when: late

Who: Porter
Where: his room
When: evening

There was a faint squeak before the tiny body went still, claws no longer scratching at the palm of Porter's hand. In the wake of the mouse's struggle came just the barest hint of relief; a minute tickle of energy bleeding up his arm and into his chest before Porter turned his hand over and dropped the now-dead mouse into the garbage.

Who: Caleb and Porter (cameo by Isabelle)
Where: Halls of the hospital
When: afternoon

who: caleb and porter
where: the hall
when: afternoon

Say what you will about the change in location, but to Porter? It was an improvement. Sure, they were more exposed here than the chapel, especially if the idea of holy ground being sacrosanct was true, but Medea seemed better already. Porter had left her and Isabelle behind the only door that led clearly to the kitchen, hoping Medea could manage a bit of sleep. She seemed better already, now he just needed to make sure she lived so she could appreciate it.

Who: Porter
Where: Presque Isle
When: afternoon

He was getting better, but he was also getting worse. Better at lying, mainly; it had seemed so easy and natural to tell his mom he was going to hang out with Tad, and all he'd needed to back the claim up was the prop of a videogame controller. She'd given Porter the keys without batting an eye, all friendly smiles and encouragement for him to go spend time with a friend. A friend who wasn't Medea.

who: caleb and porter
where: the streets around his new place
when: late evening

Caleb was out walking around. He had his earbuds in his ears, and he wasn't necessarily paying much attention to where he was headed, truth be told. Mostly, he was getting used to the new neighborhood he'd been moved to. He was a big fan of knowing where the fuck he was at any given moment, just in case. He'd already mapped out how to get to Nic's fastest.

He was also thinking about heading to the orphanage. He'd gone to visit Leija...but she apparently had been taken out. Checked out and he found out after that that she'd moved. He'd gone to her house but it was empty, a for sale sign in the snowbank out front. It left a hollow place in his chest, and he couldn't quite explain why. Possibly the leaving without even a text to say goodbye. He wasn't sure. About all he was solid on was he was probably being an idiot about it, but that didn't really help his disposition at all.

So, feeling fairly strange and weirdly lonely, he was out walking, mentally marking streets down in his mind, just in case.

Who: Tad and Porter
Where: phone and around
When: Early Evening

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Who: Porter, his parents (Iris and Carter)
Where: Porter's house, East Crescent Street
When: Evening

Who: Porter and Jesse
When: lunchtime
Where: MSHS

Another day, another dollar, another notch in the belt of life -- or was it a bedpost? 'Cause in the end, everybody got screwed -- another block of time wasted not-learning things that they'd never use. Jesse wasn't in the best of moods, but he was dealing. Another night of the 'geist, this one louder and worse. He'd gone into his parents' bedroom after a while, and found his mom crying and their bathroom worse than a meat-locker, and didn't like that. No, not one bit. Knowing what was up with something did not make it more fun to deal with. They'd all ended up camping out in the living room, and it had stopped eventually. But not before one of his Dylan posters had been fuckered.

He was taking lunch in the hallway yet again, only half-heartedly out of the way as he hunched over some tarot cards laid out in front of him. Advice, he was looking for guidance from the cosmos. They were being stubbornly silent, and his agitation showed in the speed at which the drumstick in his left hand was beating on the bottom of his sneaker. "Fuckin' empress, eat my cornhole," he muttered as he flipped another card down from the deck in his lap.

Who: Medea and Porter
Where: Nevermore
When: evening

Who: Tad open to Kaysen, Tad and Porter
Where: In the phone (text world)
When: midday, during class

sk8tr grl - i just talked to jesse. he didnt have much of anything info wise. we need a new plan - ghostal

Who: Tad, Kaysen and Porter
Where: Kaysen's house
When: midday

Try as hard as he could Tad could not sit still long enough to do anything all morning. He'd tried at least three different video games, tried getting a jump start on his project with Dean or the other homework that was piling up, tried just dancing around his room to loud music and none of it worked. He was still jittery and completely unfocused. Giving up he grabbed his bike and did his best to brave the weather and less than ideal road conditions to just wander around town.

Who: Porter, Leija
Where: whizzing through the ether! (text messaging)
When: shortly before school lets out

They're watching me. If anyone anywhere EVER had typed something important with their thumbs I'd be finished. This teacher? I think she's going to do that gunpoint pop quiz thing. And she's got a mole you could hang your keys on.

Who: Dylan and Porter
Where: On the way to MSHS
When: Morning, before classes

Technically this was Dylan’s first day of the week. He’d skipped on Monday to spend time with Seph instead and avoided being snowed in with the rest of the school. Most people would call it luck but he knew otherwise. He was guided by something better, he had intuition. Something had told him to stay home that day and to him, it was another proof of his family’s so-called curse.

Who: Elsie and Porter
Where: Washington Street
When: afternoon

Who: Isabelle and Porter
Where: Halls around school
When: 5 PMish

Who: Leija and Porter
Where: around the school halls
When: lunch

Porter was starting to wonder about people. The ghosts hadn't left, he'd seen two distinctive forms on his way to school, but people here seemed to be adapting. They seemed to be getting used to it. Which was weird. It made him wonder if he could come to school in his mask and people would eventually stop caring. And while they might, he knew that the adjustment period would be filled with torment for him. So that plan was out, as he didn't really feel like getting shoved in a locker or pantsed during gym class. Really, it was almost like the students took solace in those sorts of things to help them forget just how strange and fucked the town around them was becoming. But as long as they didn't take their relief out on him? He could deal.

It was lunch time, and that mostly meant people were distracted with their food or their gripes about the start of a fresh week of school. Mostly. He'd put up with a few passing jibes as he sat with his laptop open in the hallway, headphones on. Porter couldn't quite hear what was being said, but he could guess. At least he didn't really care much, not after everything with Medea recently. And even beyond her, he was... he was doing okay. Making friends. One of whom he was waiting on after a late-night text had told her to meet him over here. Porter wasn't watching for Leija, though, instead raptly focused on his laptop screen as a movie played. He didn't want to look desperate, or give any impressions about why his lunch sat next to him, mostly untouched. He was just... waiting. Hoping.

Who: Leija and Porter
Where: text message-ville
When: pretty damn late

Hey, Leija? It's the space pirate in training. You up? I wanted to ask you something

Who: Medea and Porter
Where: streets, his house
When: afternoon

Who: Porter and Kaysen
Where: Kaysen's house
When: afternoon

Who: Porter
Where: in dreams
When: night

This was his city. Blanketed in darkness, like an inverted sky with its' pinpricks of city lights beckoning up towards the heavens, it was nowhere near as peaceful as the stars it mimicked. For every sleeper within the walls of the buildings, there was danger. Trouble. Death. But for those who sowed such things? There was a reaper to give them their bounty. I am the Conduit, he mused from his vantage point on a rooftop, watching the low arc of taillights pulling away from him, slow and lazy.

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Who: Leija and Porter
When: evening
Where: out on the streets

Leija was ... slightly dumbfounded, even though she probably shouldn't have been. It was kind of like what had happened in PA, only ... bigger. It seemed, anyway. After she'd seen the transparent and very confused looking young man walking through her front yard, she'd walked out and taken to the streets. They hadn't flooded the whole town -- which was what she had always thought would happen if spirits were suddenly visible -- but there seemed to be plenty of them. A couple had even run by in what seemed to be a panic. None of them seemed threatening, so that was something. As fucked up as it was, it was a little bit of a relief to have some weirdness that wasn't trying to kill anyone. Especially on Halloween.

It seemed to have kept the trick-or-treaters at home, however. As for herself, she was just walking around, looking at things with something like wonderment. Was this only for tonight? What the hell had happened, anyway? Oh god she recognized that one over there ...

Who: Medea and Porter
Where: Medea's house/outside Medea's house
When: Night

Who: Porter
Where: His house
When: just after school

who: medea and porter
where: nevermore
when: afternoon