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Well, if there was anything here, the presence of Wrench most certainly would’ve scared them off. He’s not really sure where he is – he just knows that he’d wandered here on his mission to hunt down some creepy church cult and take them down, and then he’d stayed too long. He hadn’t had any money so he couldn’t really stay at the hotel, and .. well, he just chose the next best thing he could. That’s right, a totally abandoned building! He’s slept in his fair share of them, but something about this one seemed downright spookier than usual. He kept hearing groaning, and he could have swore that shit kept moving, but he’s also tired as fuck and not really in the mood to investigate.Or … is he? Wait, wait a sec, this place might just have some older tech he can salvage and / or some good ol Blume security system parts. People never seemed to fully remove ‘em these days, after all!

But …. he ends up working himself out to exhaustion again, and the next thing he knows, he’s waking up later in the night. He doesn’t know what time it is, other than obviously Really Fucking Late, and he gets up  and dusts the debris off himself. A shiver runs through him as he looks around him at all of the rotting building, taking a sec to stretch before he’s moving on his merry way. But he KEEPS shivering. It’s not even cold, but it KEEPS happening! He should have wore a thicker hoodie, probably… Anyways, he proceeds to wander through the building, and .. well, he swears there’s SOME kind of ghost or something here. If that’s what keeps making him shiver despite the lack of breeze. Now Wrench is getting aggravated –  ( \   / ) “Okay, look, if there are any demons or ghosts or whatever have you, could you fuck off? Stop making me cold! Go get a life! Oh – ( /   \ ) ah, er, fuck, THAT’S probably a shitty choice of words, but. Well. ( .   . ) You know what I mean. Just. go away! Shoo! Git!” ( \   / )

Whatever he does seems to work, because now he’s not constantly shivering as he works his way over and through debris. And it’s actually not cold out! Maybe it WAS a ghost after all? Meh, who knows, who cares. He’s just grateful it stopped. He didn’t hear Sal come in, though, or speak – well, he catches the tail end of what he said, but he doesn’t react or process it until he bumps into Sal himself.

( !   ! )  “ AH! ”  ( ;   ; ) He cries out and tries to throw a punch as a reaction when Sal runs into him. He’s clearly surprised, so the semi-colons blink from that to two solid blocks as he takes in the man before him. Blue hair,  black shirt .. a mask? A kinda creepy one, if you asked Wrench, but hey – he can’t criticize. He wears a considerably spooky mask himself. He tries to calm down his breathing, the hand on his chest slowly falling slack and he’s standing at his usual posture again.

“Oh … It’s just you. Dude, if you wanted to talk, you coulda just said so.” He finally says, weirdly casual and acting as if he knows who the hell Sal is. He pauses, though, tilts his head to the side, crossing his arms as his mask changes to ( ?   ? ). “Wait a goddamn second. ( *   * ) I don’t know you. Who the fuck are you?” ( ?   ? )

“AH!!” Sal shouted back in surprise, the punch caught him off guard; it briefly connected with his right arm and sent him stumbling back. Thankfully he managed to keep a hold on his super gear boy. It would’ve sucked if that had gotten damaged. “Dude!” Sal gripped his arm, rubbing it a little to douse the pain. This had just been an accident, but he could feel the blood rushing to his face and his legs tensing up; a fear response. Who was this guy?

“I’m...I’m Sal, Sally Face.” For a split second he glanced back down at his super gear boy; not enough time to get any other readings, but it was obvious the guy in front of him wasn’t a ghost. “Did I scare you? Sorry man, you startled me too.” Plus that punch fucking hurt. “Are you squatting here?” 

Well this was a surprise. Allister definitely wasn’t expecting anything from the holiday except maybe a few candys from Kabu but this…

this was really special.

His bruised hands are trembling at his sides, Rick's yelling is muffled by the loud ringing coming from inside his head. He hated this! Being here in some forest, forced to fight like some animal. His eyes drift off to the three other Mortys that his Rick has taken in, all cheering for him. His stare travels over to Rick and his voice is suddenly booming so loud that he winces.

"Morty goddammit! P-put your hands up like I taught you! Jesus Christ- y-y-youre a-aUGHGh-always making this so difficult!" Mortys attention turns back to the Morty in front of him, slowly puts his hands up and balling them into fists as he prepares himself for whatever this Morty has to throw at him. He looked like one of those greaser Mortys. Handsome. Tough looking. Slightly taller. Intimidating, though that wasnt the reason he didnt want to fight. Mortys shouldnt have to go through this, he loved all Mortys and he felt they all deserved a chance of being happy.

Frown prominent on his features, he let's out a shaky breath he hadn't realized he was holding. This will be his fifth fight today and Rick said it was their last- hopefully that was true. "G-good luck Morty." He says with another shaky breath as he waits for pain. That's always what went next unless he had to go first.

Olivia’s anxiety was currently through the roof, so she decided she needed a break from work which usually did nothing to help lower stress levels. Her mind was racing, her heart was racing and everything seemed like a blur after her parents had phoned her informing of their plans to marry her off to Carter. They’d seen the ring on her finger so she didn’t really get why this was popping up. Grabbing something that was organic and non-GMO and healthy along the way, she arrived at the office and was allowed inside, where she stood in front of Drew’s door and knocked softly. Yes, all she wanted to do right now was to barge in and just throw herself into Drew’s arms, but she knew appearances mattered, so she tried to stop the shaking as best she could, focusing her energy on her breath and also gripping the handles of the bags carrying the lunches hard enough that her knuckles turned white. Olivia really hoped that his meeting was over.

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Hands full of bags of groceries, and making sure she had all the food groups thrown in in addition to dessert, Mia called Crosby from her car, knowing that there was no way to make it in one trip. “Hey love, you think you could come down and help me out?” She smiled while speaking when he picked up.