Aug 19, 2019
texts 📱 sam ⇆ ryder
sam: so remember the time we got locked in a woodshed in the freezing cold? good times.
sam: this blackout might top that.
sam: are you even in town?
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texts 📱 sam ⇆ ryder
sam: so remember the time we got locked in a woodshed in the freezing cold? good times.
sam: this blackout might top that.
sam: are you even in town?
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texts - hunter & ryder
HUNTER: I'm sorry.
HUNTER: At the festival I was...overly harsh. And I shouldn't have been.
texts: bree ↔ryder
bree: it's your birthday
bree: happy birthday
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txt msg ⇄ ryder & puck
puck: sup bitch
puck: heard ur back in cali
f2f | fablynn | 10.6
QUINN: It was strange, being back. What was stranger was how little seemed to change - Tina still stared adoringly at Hunter, Ryder still clowned and Sam still sat to the edge, not quite involved but not wholly disinterested, either. They were all ten years older and Quinn couldn't help think none of them were ten years wiser. She stood from her perch on the couch, beer in hand, and made her way to Ryder, waiting for a lull in his conversation before she slid in next to him. "Tell me you aren't really going to try and hang that thing up inside," Quinn said, nodding to the pinata he'd brought along with him. How old did he think Hunter was turning, anyway? "Is it actually filled with candy?"
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texts 📱 sam ⇆ ryder
sam: hey man. you back on the east coast or are you still recovering from coachella?
cabin chaos. | sam & ryder
WHO: Sam Evans & Ryder Lynn ( @goldenchildlynn )
WHAT: Oh you know, just hanging out in a locked woodshed in the cold, nbd
WHERE: Clarington Cabin woodshed
WHEN: Late Saturday night, 1/26
The sudden silence and darkness that followed the muted pop in the loss of power was eerie, when only seconds before, the main floor was filled with the sounds of people talking and music playing. “Shit,” Sam muttered, setting down his bottle of beer on the coaster atop the coffee table and getting to his feet. Outside was just as dark as the cabin’s interior, and Sam was silently glad he’d thought to charge his phone earlier. He pulled it out then, squinting when the screen’s light came on, eyes already adjusting to the darkness and frowned when he noticed the low signal for service, and the even lower temperature. The momentary surprise had given away to questions and some slight disarray and Sam felt kind of useless just sitting there.
Briefly, he wondered if the cabin had some kind of backup generator, but wandering around in the dark for it didn’t seem like fun at all. The wood shed, however, that would probably be their best bet. Maybe a flashlight and definitely wood for a fire, put the massive fireplace to good use and get him moving around. “How about we get a fire going? Least we won’t freeze while they figure out what’s up with the power?” Carefully, and by phone light, he grabbed his coat from the hall and tugged it on with his hat and gloves, his covered hand coming in contact with someone’s arm and he jumped. “Damn! Sorry about that, I didn’t---wait, Ryder? I’m going out to get wood from the shed to build a fire while they check the power. Wanna come help?”
TEXT ✉️ FABLYNN
QUINN: I understand you have a theory about all the strange things that have been happening to us lately.
QUINN: A theory involving a certain subject of a certain mission person investigation.
QUINN: I'd like to hear it.