What: Mikey's back in town (but doesn't remember being here before) Where: Outside the apartments When: Saturday early evening Warnings: Will update if necessary Status: OPEN
He'd read the note six times already, and dutifully ignored the frog telling jokes at his feet. It didn't make any more sense than the first time he'd read it. Goodland? Jubilant Entity? The words weren't complicated, the message wasn't complicated, and yet...it didn't make sense. He couldn't be here. He hadn't even finished building the console, so how...
He gripped the paper so tightly that it crumpled under his fingers. His knuckles were white from the stress of his grip. And damn if his left hand didn't still hurt like a bitch. He took the paper into his right hand and shook the left out. Max might have healed his decade old injury, but the joints were still stiff.
Max. He tilted his head, feeling an odd sensation. His telepathy with Max and Isobel wasn't as strong as what the so called twins shared, but he felt the faint buzz of his brother nearby. He tilted his head trying to hone in on Max's location. He didn't realise at the moment he couldn't feel Isobel at all.