Re: [Lake: Connie, Newt, Patrick]
[Patrick looked around the lake. Like Connie, he was looking for something that would call their bro there, but he didn't see anything special. Now was probably the right time to say that Patrick felt things differently in nature. He was attuned to things in a way that he didn't recognize was special. He felt the weirdness hanging around the lake, and he felt the vestiges of the strange party, but he didn't feel anything that made him think of Adrian.] No clue, dude. Unless he wanted to get up-close with the rotting scent of that lake. [Because, to Patrick, that was what the green water had always smelled like, dude. It was one of the reasons he thought that guy at the party was certifiable for jumping in. But Newt said Adrian wasn't alone out here, and that probably explained it. Maybe Adrian was hooking up, not that Patrick would say that in front of Newt. He liked Adrian's boy, man, and it would suck to look through the chronometer and see some grand cheating episode.
He was worrying about that in the laidback way he tended to do things that didn't involve talking or tripping over his verbal feet, when Connie mentioned blurring out.] Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait, why would we be getting blurry? [Confess, Sis!] Why only one of us? Dude, discuss.
[But Patrick understood this wasn't meant to be some daytime talkshow confessional, and he tried to focus on the stink at the end of the dock, where he stood and squinted at that island in the distance. Man, even the birds hated that place, and Patrick pulled the chronometer out of his pocket with some reluctance. It wasn't that he wasn't aces at working the thing. He'd been to Repose back and forth, and he'd been to some parallel world that he could only assume overlapped this one, so he wasn't worried. The thing had no buttons, and he couldn't program a year or anything like that, but it seemed to know what he wanted. Yeah, so that was wacked, but not the thing to focus on at the moment. But Connie had him worried that just looking through the pane could suck them through or something, and that would be majorly uncool. If something like that happened, Adrian would see them, and the past would be fubared in a serious way. Unless it just created some alternate timeline, and that was more Connie's jam than his.
He took a deep bro-breath, and he held his palm open and watched as the chronometer unfurled. The windows of glass fanned out, and there, projected, were Adrian and some unknown dude. Fuck. This was going to be some massive cheating episode, man, he just knew it.] Con? All good? No weird time stuff? [There wasn't sound, but the clear image on the dock showed two dudes conversing. Nothing disconcerting, man, and no indication it was going to end in white lights and plumes of black. But there was something off.] Dude, since when does Adrian smoke, man? And what's up with the eyeballs? It's like that old witch in The Others, dude. [Patrick liked horror flicks.]