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[When it comes to gods growing into their powers and figuring out the logistics of interdimensional travel, it seems that things have to be taken in steps. Step one for Zephyr had been taking people out of their worlds they'd been kidnapped to and bringing them all the Meadous. Step three, Alfie hopes, will be sending people to any world that they would like to go to. But step two - that intermediary step - involves letting people travel freely from one god-world to another. And that's the step that's just been greenlighted today.

Gwen is coming to the Meadous, and to Royce.

Alfie's thrilled for him, of course, but he's also nervous as fuck and really unsure of what the hell this is going to mean for him, for them, for everything. He's not nervous and unsure very often, and so his first instinct is to scoot away - to find someplace quiet and solitary to try to sort out his head. Which is why less than an hour before Gwen is due to arrive, Alfie rests a hand on Royce's shoulder.]


I was thinking about going out for a bit.
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[When the car radiator overheats for the third time in a week, Alfie takes it as a sign that it's finally time for more than just another quick tune-up.

They're in a deserted area, which is both good and bad. On the one hand, most of the dangerous gangs are still in urban areas, the way they had been before the world had gone to shit. Out here in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by miles and miles of fields with only the occasional small copse of trees, they're not likely to run into anyone at all, much less anyone dangerous. But on the other hand, if they do come across anyone, there won't be anywhere to run to or hide. Alfie, as always, has his pistol tucked into his coat pocket, and they have more weapons stashed away in the trunk. But they're a small group - no match for the bigger gangs with armored trucks and heavy artillery. If they meet one of those, they'll be slaughtered.

With his sleeves rolled up and the hood of the car open, he leans in with his tools, carefully tinkering away. He can't afford to make a mistake here - replacement parts are rare and precious. When he hears footsteps behind him, he doesn't dare look away from his work as he says sharply:]


Stay back. You don't want hot steam to the face.

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