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as promised, we’ll be opening very, very soon! we’re working super hard to finish up some templates (and with we, we mostly mean ali, cos she’s the coding queen) and everything else is all set. 

we’ll be releasing the link to you guys in about an hour’s time. please keep in mind that some templates (think social media/development things) will still need coding when we open, but we didn’t want to keep you guys waiting!

and as promised, here’s tonight’s lil’ preview of the site! ali’s been working her butt of skinning the hell out of this site and we personally love it very much.

now that the entire admin team is back in their respective countries, we’ve got some exciting news for you. we’ll officially be opening tomorrow, sunday the 28th of august! 

we haven’t decided on a time yet, because we’ve got some last minute coding and setting up to do, but we’re working our asses off and we absolutely promise you’ll get to see the site tomorrow. 

we’re aiming for a relatively early opening time, certainly no later than 8pm gmt, though it’ll likely be well before that time. 

we hope to see you all tomorrow and if you wanna get those early reserves in, go ahead and post some more dev things and we’ll reserve those faces for you! as always, any questions, comments or concerns can be voiced in our ask box.

“Ferg?” Charlie’s hand rests on his forearm, drawin him back to reality. Charlie’s smiling in a sort of teasing way, and the interviewer is laughing, but he can see the concern in Charlie’s eyes. If he focused in that back-of-the-head area where he always feels the drift pull from first, Fergus might even confirm that worry.

“Sorry,” Fergus tries to straighten up and mocks a yawn. “Not enough coffee this morning, I’m still half asleep.” This gets a laugh out of everyone, Charlie’s hand squeezing his wrist before leaving and Fergus wish he had just let it sit there.

“We just asked Mister Lavoie here what his most important moment was, and we were wondering the same of you.” The interviewer was gracious, giving Fergus the moment he needed to recover.

For a moment, Fergus’ mouth hung open and nothing came out. “Oh, jeeze...” He cleared his throat and for a moment, all he could think of was being young and plummeting down. The bottom of a mine shaft, and a broken leg. 

“Meeting Charlie.” Is the answer that comes out, instead.

Charlie, uncharacteristically loses that natural ease and instead looks to Fergus with open surprise.

The crowd lets loose an ‘awww..’ and the interviewer joins in.

“He really... changed everything.” Fergus gives a small shrug.

Later, when they’ve changed out of their uniforms and are safe on the base Charlie drags Fergus to their room and confronts him with a kiss. “Meeting me?” His smile could rival the sun.

The tips of Fergus’ ears turn red and he looks to the side, abashed. “Yeah. Even...” He takes a breath, tries to steady his words. “Even before this, Charlie. Before the drift. I knew we were something.”

That first drift is disorienting, tumbling around in all of their memories, all of their feelings.

Fergus doesn’t realize either of them had chased the RABIT until it’s too late and Charlie is crumpled in front of him, a small child in fine clothes.