Ty Solomon (shadowbadge) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2022-11-19 11:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | #july 2018, greer, greer x ty, ty |
Who: Greer and Ty
When: evening, Thursday, July 5
Where: phone
Status: complete
After his illuminating little chat with Max O’Reilly in the parking lot of his new job, Ty felt compelled to get in touch with Greer. He didn’t know if Max had told her anything yet, and maybe it wasn’t exactly his business to spread around, but Ty felt like the more they all knew about what was happening to them, the better. Plus he needed to fill her in on Vex.
First, he dedicated some time to his husband, sitting down to dinner with Jared. Ty filled him in on what he and Max had talked about, and Jared reiterated his support for Ty connecting with everyone else. He could tell Jared was worried, though he was doing a pretty good job of hiding it. Ty just knew him well, and he knew that he would be worried as hell too, if the tables had turned. They lounged together in front of the TV for a while before he decided it was time to go ahead and do the thing, before it got too late. Not that Greer seemed like the type of woman who had an early bedtime.
Ty took his phone into the bedroom and plopped down on the edge of the bed as he tapped the screen to call her.
Greer was outside attempting to do some kind of proper landscaping around the house in Seaview when her phone began to ring. She was generally thrilled with any kind of call or text from the people in her life so Greer was more than happy to stop pulling weeds when she saw Ty's name pop up on the screen. Plopping down on the grass, Greer answered with a smile in her voice. "Hey there," she said, not really thinking this might have to do with the Weird Stuff they had in common, but also aware that it could be. "How are you, Ty?"
The tone in her voice automatically made Ty smile too. It was rare to know a person who was so much like a ray of sunshine. “There she is, the heroine herself,” he greeted with a chuckle. “Hi Greer. I’m doing all right, how ‘bout you?” It kind of felt like an automatic answer, but it was honest enough. Ty wasn’t fully recovered from their ordeal by any means, but he was worlds better than he’d been at the start, and there were good things abound in his life, so he didn’t really feel like he could complain. He had a feeling Greer would understand all of that implicit stuff though. All of them seemed to understand each other better than a group of random people should.
"Oh, you know... I'm doing okay too." Greer could read between the lines. Most of them were probably doing okay, but there would always be something there. Trauma they had still lingering beneath the surface. Stretching her legs out in front of her, Greer pushed her heels through the grass, already forgetting about pulling weeds and thinking it would be nice to just lay there in the sun for a while. "Is everything okay?" Greer didn't necessarily like asking that question but she had a feeling if Ty was calling, there was a reason for it. Maybe he was able to talk to a few people already.
Ty paused and then gave a low chuckle. “Everything’s as okay as it can be, yeah,” he assured her, another thing he knew she would understand “No new catastrophes. I just wanted to call you ‘cause I had a chat with Max O’Reilly earlier today. It was the first time we’d talked since we all got back. So I hear you saved my new boss’s life? Marsh Nolan?” He wondered if Greer had known his name at the time, or if that bit of info had come later, sussed out by Max so he could start his amateur stalking campaign. In any case, he kind of wanted to hear the story from Greer’s point of view too. Some police work habits were never going to leave him, he was sure.
Greer's brows raised at the mention of Max's name though it was really no surprise to her that Max told Ty about what happened at the carnival. She might have told Ty herself, after all. "Oh, well, yes, that happened," she said. "I don't know that I could have lived with myself if I let things play out the way I saw them." It was a slippery slope, her ability. Greer still didn't know if there were any potential consequences for intervening in fate, assuming that was what was driving life itself. But she also knew if she could help someone, she would. "I bumped into him," Greer explained. "I saw him try to break up a fight and get stabbed... so me and Max decided to try and stop it. Max did most of the work though, he's the one who stole the guy's knife, so it was really Max who saved him."
Why was he not surprised by the way she downplayed her part in it? Ty had to chuckle, shaking his head on his side of the phone. “C’mon, don’t be modest,” he chided her gently, the smile still in his voice. “Max would’ve been clueless without you. And Marsh would be dead. That’s amazing, Greer. I told Max I would keep an eye on him, let you know if anything ... y’know, happened.” None of them had any idea yet how any of this worked. What if Greer saved someone only for them to die another way soon after? Was there some force keeping track of things like that? Or was the world random chaos when it came to life and death? “Me and Jared, we saw a fight happening too, once we got off of that tunnel ride. It was fucked up in there, maybe ... aerosol drugs or something.” The suggestion came out a bit weak, Ty’s gut told him the effects they’d felt were more magical than mundane, but his cop brain still insisted that was crazy.
Greer understood her part in saving Marsh but it felt very odd to her to take credit for it all. If Max hadn't been there, what would she have done? Probably tried to convince Marsh not to go on the ride and he might have thought she was a crazy person. Max had the quick fingers and taking the weapon out of commission was certainly the safest option. Greer chuckled softly and squinted up at the sun for a brief moment. "Aerosol drugs," she repeated, more amused than incredulous. "I guess. Is that the same as drugs in the water, or some pollutant in the fog? I know the brain wants to find rational reasoning for the crazy stuff, Ty, but there was more going on in that carnival than drugs."
Ty gave a sheepish little laugh, his cheeks heating up a bit. Leave it to Greer to call him out in the gentlest way possible. “Yeah, that sounded fucking stupid, didn’t it?” he asked with a huff, one hand coming up to scratch a bit in his beard. “I swear, even after everything we went through and saw, sometimes my mind still just ... doesn’t wanna accept it. Or I just wanna think it was all isolated, only over there, you know? Makes me feel fucking nuts.” She was right though, he knew deep down that he and Jared hadn’t been drugged, it had been something else. “Anyway. Max told me what’s going on with him, with the uh ... the holes in reality or however you wanna say it. I’m guessing you already know about all that?”
"The mind has trouble processing things that it can't make sense of. But you're not nuts. Neither am I or anyone else in this town who sees things and tries to rationalize it." Greer didn't blame anyone for that, but sometimes it was just easier to admit some things were out of their control and couldn't be explained at all. "But yeah, I know about Max. I was going to try and track down the two teenagers tomorrow. Jasper and Elodie? I think if I tell them about us, they'll trust enough to tell me if something is different with them too. I kind of want to see if the others would be willing to meet with us, but I don't know if we'll be able to get everyone to agree to that or not."
He wasn’t surprised that Greer was already in the know about Max, they seemed relatively close. Ty was glad he didn’t have to try to explain it further though, because he still didn’t fully get what Max could do. Of course, he didn’t fully get what his own body could do now either, so maybe trying to get a bunch of concrete answers was a waste of time. “I haven’t gotten in touch with Miriam or Brianna yet, but I still plan to ... maybe I can do that tomorrow too,” Ty said. For some reason, he got the impression those ladies would be the most reluctant to share, from their ivory Overlook towers. Maybe that was unfair, though. “I talked to the other younger man, Sage,” Ty went on. “Not sure if you have yet or not. He can turn invisible. It’s the damnedest thing.”
Greer nodded, as though Ty could see her. She sighed and laid back in the grass, closing her eyes against the sunshine. "I haven't talked to Sage, but... that sounds like superhero stuff, turning invisible? Is he okay?" She had no idea what that kind of power would do to one's body. Was it painful? Her own ability didn't hurt, except mentally. And Ty couldn't feel pain at all, which could be incredibly dangerous in its own right Max could walk through walls, among other things. Having seen so much while living in Point Pleasant, Greer was honestly stunned at how well everyone was dealing with it, herself included. "There really doesn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to what we can do. Everyone's become so different."
Another superhero reference. It amused Ty a bit, though he totally understood where the comparison came from. Their origin story just happened to be more extensively traumatic than most from comics and movies. “He seemed okay, yeah,” he answered. “Well I mean ... relatively speaking. He’s still full of nightmares and anxiety like most of us, but with his power, yeah. He said he had to practice to learn how to do it with his eyes open? Makes me kind of wonder if any of ours can be controlled on some level.” Ty chuckled softly. “Jared’s about ready to lock me up in a padded room for the rest of my life, I think -- for protection, you know, no sharp corners, not because he thinks I’m crazy. But maybe you can learn to block yours out more? It does seem really random. Have you checked in with Vex? I stopped by and saw him, we chatted about Carson too.”
Greer wasn't sure if she could control her ability but it never hurt to try. She missed showing physical affection to people and it was against her very nature not to hug. If she could control her death visions... that certainly felt ideal. "I haven't spoken to Vex in a while. I know Carson moved but I've felt him back in town. I hope he's doing well, at least?" He had been stuck as a werewolf for months. It had to be hard for him to acclimate back to the real world. "And while I understand Jared's desire to bubble wrap you... there has to be a way to keep you safe. I guess if Sage could change his ability, maybe we can change ours." She felt like she was rambling so Greer forced herself to slow down. "You know, we could wake up tomorrow and be completely normal again."
Ty didn’t really think ‘completely normal’ was within their reach anymore. Their powers could go away -- and he was honestly torn on whether he wished that or not -- but he had a feeling they’d all been fundamentally changed by their experiences. Ty knew he had, at least. But he didn’t bother saying that out loud, sure Greer knew that too. “Yeah, yeah it sounds like Carson is good,” he said. Jared’s lie about Sadie flashed through his mind, but it seemed that his man had made his peace with what happened. The truth would just have to live with them. “He can control his uh, werewolf shift now. He can do it on purpose and bring himself out of it. And Vex’s visions have expanded and gotten more vivid, apparently. He was working on practicing when I stopped by. So ... yeah, if these are changeable, or can be developed like skills ... that might be good for us, you know? And we should tell the others, too.”
It sounded like certain abilities had simply been heightened, like Carson and Vex. Greer had always felt like she had a touch of some kind of perception when it came to reading people, and maybe the visions were just an extension of that too. Ty had been a cop, so he had been mindful of injury... maybe Greer was overthinking it, but it was worth looking into, right? "It might be good for us," Greer agreed after a moment of thought. "I'll talk to the teenagers tomorrow if you can find Miriam and Brianna. The more we know... well, the more we know." She laughed softly. "I hope at least."
He chuckled along with her, nodding even though she couldn’t see him. They were down to taking such shots in the dark about all of this, it was impossible to know what was significant and what was just coincidence or simply beyond their comprehension. Maybe it was more about a weird sense of community than finding concrete answers. “I’ll do my best to track them down,” Ty said, aware that was kind of funny these days, when all of them knew where the others were at all times. The trick wouldn’t be finding Brianna and Miriam, it would be getting them to talk to him. “I’ll try to feel out how game they would be for all of us to get together at some point,” he added, since that was likely in the future.
Greer had faith that Ty could get the others to talk. He had been a cop, after all, and he was a good guy. Their unofficial leader when they had been stuck over there. Hopefully Miriam and Brianna would trust him enough to listen and reveal any secrets of their own. Greer didn't think they would look at her the same way they might with Ty. "I do think it would be a good idea to get everyone together... at least to talk. Some of them might not like it, but... I think ignoring it is only going to make things... well, maybe not worse, but more confusing? I mean, who knows, we all already know where we all are at any given time. Maybe putting us in the same room will just reveal answers," she said, laughing. "It never hurts to try."
“Like maybe we’ll all transform and combine into some giant superhero?” Ty suggested with an easy grin. “Like those big robots in cartoons?” He remembered loving those as a kid, even if all the names and details had escaped him now. His brain gave him some body-horror vision of that happening to organic human beings and Ty winced. “Or yeah, we could all just talk and compare notes,” he corrected himself, giving a low chuckle. “I agree we should be communicating. I dunno if we’d be able to prevent something ... else from happening again, but maybe we could at least see it coming more clearly.” Ty didn’t know if that was possible either, but his gut instinct said they were all stronger together.
Greer laughed quietly at the image of them all creating one giant super robot. It was silly and not likely to happen but she appreciated that Ty could be silly, considering what they had all gone through. "I think you're right. We won't really know anything until we can all talk. I don't know what everyone will be on board with it, but we can at least try." Ty was trustworthy and Greer supposed she was personable. The others may be more agreeable with them than someone like Vex - though she quite liked the other man herself. "But besides all that, you and Jared should come by sometime and have dinner with us. It doesn't always have to be doom and gloom, you know?"
Talking to all sorts of different people was a skill that Ty had honed over the years, and it had come in handy more times than he could comprehend. It was probably the only way he’d maintained a relationship with his mother, until she’d come around to accepting that he was gay. “Yeah, we’d love to,” Ty told Greer with enthusiasm. It sounded like fun, and he was curious what Jared’s reaction would be to Greer’s two boyfriends. “Just let us know when, we’re pretty free right now -- I’m only working part time at the vet’s, and Jared hasn’t gone back on duty yet. And in the meantime, I’ll work on the Overlook ladies.” He already thought he would have better luck with Brianna than Miriam -- there was just something unwelcoming about all of the D’Onofrios, in Ty’s experience.
"Maybe one night next week?" Greer asked, wanting to make sure Ty knew she was serious about having him and Jared over for dinner. She had a feeling Dev and Rost would enjoy the company too. "That'll give us some time to talk to the others... and maybe know more too. Not that crazy super powers is cheery dinner talk, but you never know." She chuckled softly. "Let's just keep each other updated, okay? And if you need any help, or... someone doesn't want to talk to you, I can always try."
“Yeah, that sounds good,” Ty said, his smile in his voice. It was a very nice offer, and he was looking forward to having a house of their own to host get-togethers like that soon. He knew Greer and her boys wouldn’t be snobby about coming over to an apartment to hang out or anything, but this place still didn’t feel like theirs to Ty. It was temporary. But hopefully soon they would be homeowners, living as a married couple as normally as they possibly could. Ty couldn’t wait. “I’ll talk to you soon then. Take care, okay Greer?”
Despite the uncertainty of everything, Greer was still thrilled that Jared and Ty would come over for dinner. She would cook and everything and they could all get pleasantly drunk together and just have a good time. Good times were definitely needed in this town. The more, the better. "You too, Ty. Bye." Greer hung up the phone and set it on her chest, now too comfortable to actually sit up and get back to doing what she was doing. A nap in the sun sounded much more pleasant.