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"writing": "\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b]I90, MT, heading Eastbound, January 18th[/b]\n\n\n\nThe bus was warm. \n\nJust for that, Thomas didn’t entirely regret being on it.\n\nGrant had gotten him the ticket. Not stolen, the kangaroo had said, but hadn’t elaborated. Thomas had looked for reasons they could stick together, but had found none by the time he’d had to board the bus.\n\nHe was alone again.\n\nThe screen on the back of the seat before him was playing a news report of something taking place somewhere in Montana. Every screen was on that same channel. That had been something he’d noticed on picking his seat. They could be turned off by syncing his phone to the bus’s network and entering his ticket number. He needed the same to change the channel. According to the plaque next to it, they even had a library of movies he could pick from; using his phone. At least he needed to use the provided headset to have sound, so he didn’t have to listen to the drone of everything that was going on in the state he was leaving.\n\nLike the bus he took to leave Minnesota, this one was nearly empty, which made the fact the fox picked the seat on the other side of the aisle from Thomas frustrating. He’d sat at the far back counting on no one else wanting to be all the way here and out of every other seat available; the man had to take the one that meant Thomas had no privacy. There went his option to jerk off. \n\nAlthough.\n\nHe eyed the fox again. He was watching something on his phone, ignoring the screen, now advertising something to drink. He wasn’t bad-looking. In his early forties, so no longer the oldest guy he’d be with. The seatbacks were high, so with only a little crouching, Thomas could be riding his lap.\n\nFuck. That image reminded him it has been a day now since he’d had sex. The guy didn’t have the look of someone married, so he could be open to the chance to—\n\nThe scene of the man’s outrage at being propositioned followed the thought, then Thomas was being thrown off the bus and the cold he knew was waiting for him there. That put a stop to the fantasy.\n\nAnd Thomas has a day and a half before reaching Denver. \n\nThe man would have to get off the bus eventually, right? Hopefully, before Thomas had to get himself off.\n\nWho was he kidding? That was now.\n\nWithout another option, he stood and headed for the restroom. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be too cramped.\n\n* * * * *\n\n[b]I90, MT, heading Eastbound, January 18th[/b]\n\n\n\nThomas smiled at the fox as he walked past his seat and kept going. If he couldn’t count on the fox moving, Thomas had realized he could be the one changing seat. It wasn’t like he didn’t have a wide choice of them. And the one he picked didn’t have a neighbor to keep him from relieving his tension as needed. \n\nIf the fox went and moved too, Thomas would take it as an advance and take advantage of it.\n\nThis screen was also on, and Thomas considered looking for a seat with a broken one, but the scene that started playing froze him.\n\nIt was the image of a nearly deserted charging station with only a pickup with the tarp nearly pulled off by the strong winds. The clouds were so dark the lights had come on. The door opened and the camera holder stepped aside, showing the clouds, then panning down to bring into view a four person standoff, with a fifth one pushing against the wind toward them.\n\nThomas didn’t remember the wind being so strong he’d had to push against it. His focus had been on reaching Grant.\n\nThe him on the screen stopped moving, pulling on his leg. He couldn’t see the earth as it climbed up his leg from where the marmot holding the phone stood. When it pulled him toward the man with the shovel, although from the screen it looked like no more than a rod planted in the ground, it was easy to see his jerky motion as hopping in his direction, instead of him being dragged there by the earth and trying to remain standing.\n\nThen two of them stepped away from the one they were around and the funnel came down on the one with the shovel. What had felt like a handful of seconds as Thomas experienced it, was over in less than two; the man and the shovel flying away. The camera jerked back on the others, and Thomas was already next to Grant. There was a flash of light intense enough it took a few second for the camera’s light compensation to reduce enough the scene could be seen, and only two people remained as the clouds melted away to reveal blue sky and an eager sun.\n\nThe scroll at the bottom read ‘Government tries, and fails, to prevent broad daylight alien abduction?’ and Thomas grabbed the headset as the image switched to an inside news studio.\n\n“What do you think, Maggie?” the man asked; an aardvark in a pale gray suit.\n\nMaggie was a poodle with her frizzy fur trimmed into multiple neat bobs on her head. “Well, you have to give guy props for production values. It looks like it’s recorded on a phone, outside. Those clouds have to be the most real I’ve seen on any recording. Did you see the way that guy was picked up by the funnel? I’m no meteorological expert, but that looked real to me. The guy posted that yesterday and it already had close to two million views. He can say goodbye to that dead-job, because he’s going to be getting offers that will land him into making movies any moment now.”\n\n“That, or in a padded room,” the aardvark countered. “He claims that it’s real. That the guy running toward the ‘conflict’ was just in the store talking with him. A rat. And that after the flash of light, him and the kangaroo are simply gone.”\n\nShe rolled her eyes. “Of course he’d claim that when he went to the effort of making it look so real, and okay, I’ll give him that the actors are real, the wind can be too. But look at the terrain, it’s so uneven that can’t be an accident. The flash was added in post, and those two just have to drop down and they’re hidden. I mean, sure, there was a freak weather occurrence, but he recorded it then instead of before and he’s taking advantage of it. That’s another sign he’d a special effect master.”\n\n“Or, considering how his claims played a part in getting the video to go viral, he should consider marketing as his new career.” The image shifted and only the aardvark was looking at the camera. “We’ll have a brief break for our sponsors, but when we come back, we’ll be discussing if the sun actually disappeared over Butte last week, or if it’s just a case of bad-water caused vision impairment.”\n\nThomas relaxed. At least they weren’t taking it seriously.\n\nHe wanted his phone so he could look up more information. Was this how every station was reporting it? had any of the others even bothered showing the clip? Would anyone who knew magic was real see it for what it was and come investigate what had happened?\n\nHe was surprised those people had left without destroying the evidence. The way Grant had talked about the Chamber, it sounded like killing the clerk wouldn’t give them pause. Maybe the marmot had hid once Thomas took Grant away. The video did end with the two people still looking at where they had been.\n\nWould they be back now that he’d revealed what he had recorded? Were they the reason the station wasn’t taking it seriously? Should Thomas try to warn the Marmot so he could go to the authorities?\n\nWas there such a thing as the magic police?\n\nIf the marmot went to them, what could he tell them about Thomas? Rat with black fur, if the clerk wasn’t so aware as to remember not everyone was one solid color. Would he mention Thomas had had his hand in his pants and had been about to give him a blow job? Would that tell the police he was part of the Society?\n\nThomas decided he wouldn’t, since that wasn’t appropriate behavior to let happen behind the counter, and if he did… well. As far as Thomas knew. Plenty of guys outside the Society were horny enough to hit on other guys.\n\nThat left Grant. His truck was there.\n\nHad the Chamber taken it, hoping it would give them a clue to help locate the kangaroo? Maybe it had been impounded. Grant said it would be monitored, so that had to mean the impound. Which one was best for Grant?\n\nThomas hoped he’d be okay.\n\nHe rubbed his face. Thinking about that didn’t do any good. He couldn’t help Grant, and worrying about it would just make him a nervous wreck. What he needed was to turn his mind off. The next best thing was to close his eyes so he wouldn’t have to look at the screen. And since that meant it was dark, he should try to sleep so the trip wouldn’t feel so long.\n\nInstead, his mind showed him the police boarding the bus, grabbing him and cuffing him. Reading him his rights for hitting on a guy for the purpose of powering himself off his sexual energy and the punishment was for him to entirely drained of his cum.\n\nWhen his mind move to how they were going to drain him, Thomas groaned and opened his eyes. He looked down at his crotch. There were days when he really wished his mind wasn’t such a gutter.\n\nHe looked around.\n\nAt least, now he didn’t have a neighbor to stop him from taking care of it.",
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I90, MT, heading Eastbound, January 18th
The bus was warm.
Just for that, Thomas didn’t entirely regret being on it.
Grant had gotten him the ticket. Not stolen, the kangaroo had said, but hadn’t elaborated. Thomas had looked for reasons they could stick together, but had found none by the time he’d had to board the bus.
He was alone again.
The screen on the back of the seat before him was playing a news report of something taking place somewhere in Montana. Every screen was on that same channel. That had been something he’d noticed on picking his seat. They could be turned off by syncing his phone to the bus’s network and entering his ticket number. He needed the same to change the channel. According to the plaque next to it, they even had a library of movies he could pick from; using his phone. At least he needed to use the provided headset to have sound, so he didn’t have to listen to the drone of everything that was going on in the state he was leaving.
Like the bus he took to leave Minnesota, this one was nearly empty, which made the fact the fox picked the seat on the other side of the aisle from Thomas frustrating. He’d sat at the far back counting on no one else wanting to be all the way here and out of every other seat available; the man had to take the one that meant Thomas had no privacy. There went his option to jerk off.
Although.
He eyed the fox again. He was watching something on his phone, ignoring the screen, now advertising something to drink. He wasn’t bad-looking. In his early forties, so no longer the oldest guy he’d be with. The seatbacks were high, so with only a little crouching, Thomas could be riding his lap.
Fuck. That image reminded him it has been a day now since he’d had sex. The guy didn’t have the look of someone married, so he could be open to the chance to—
The scene of the man’s outrage at being propositioned followed the thought, then Thomas was being thrown off the bus and the cold he knew was waiting for him there. That put a stop to the fantasy.
And Thomas has a day and a half before reaching Denver.
The man would have to get off the bus eventually, right? Hopefully, before Thomas had to get himself off.
Who was he kidding? That was now.
Without another option, he stood and headed for the restroom. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be too cramped.
* * * * *
I90, MT, heading Eastbound, January 18th
Thomas smiled at the fox as he walked past his seat and kept going. If he couldn’t count on the fox moving, Thomas had realized he could be the one changing seat. It wasn’t like he didn’t have a wide choice of them. And the one he picked didn’t have a neighbor to keep him from relieving his tension as needed.
If the fox went and moved too, Thomas would take it as an advance and take advantage of it.
This screen was also on, and Thomas considered looking for a seat with a broken one, but the scene that started playing froze him.
It was the image of a nearly deserted charging station with only a pickup with the tarp nearly pulled off by the strong winds. The clouds were so dark the lights had come on. The door opened and the camera holder stepped aside, showing the clouds, then panning down to bring into view a four person standoff, with a fifth one pushing against the wind toward them.
Thomas didn’t remember the wind being so strong he’d had to push against it. His focus had been on reaching Grant.
The him on the screen stopped moving, pulling on his leg. He couldn’t see the earth as it climbed up his leg from where the marmot holding the phone stood. When it pulled him toward the man with the shovel, although from the screen it looked like no more than a rod planted in the ground, it was easy to see his jerky motion as hopping in his direction, instead of him being dragged there by the earth and trying to remain standing.
Then two of them stepped away from the one they were around and the funnel came down on the one with the shovel. What had felt like a handful of seconds as Thomas experienced it, was over in less than two; the man and the shovel flying away. The camera jerked back on the others, and Thomas was already next to Grant. There was a flash of light intense enough it took a few second for the camera’s light compensation to reduce enough the scene could be seen, and only two people remained as the clouds melted away to reveal blue sky and an eager sun.
The scroll at the bottom read ‘Government tries, and fails, to prevent broad daylight alien abduction?’ and Thomas grabbed the headset as the image switched to an inside news studio.
“What do you think, Maggie?” the man asked; an aardvark in a pale gray suit.
Maggie was a poodle with her frizzy fur trimmed into multiple neat bobs on her head. “Well, you have to give guy props for production values. It looks like it’s recorded on a phone, outside. Those clouds have to be the most real I’ve seen on any recording. Did you see the way that guy was picked up by the funnel? I’m no meteorological expert, but that looked real to me. The guy posted that yesterday and it already had close to two million views. He can say goodbye to that dead-job, because he’s going to be getting offers that will land him into making movies any moment now.”
“That, or in a padded room,” the aardvark countered. “He claims that it’s real. That the guy running toward the ‘conflict’ was just in the store talking with him. A rat. And that after the flash of light, him and the kangaroo are simply gone.”
She rolled her eyes. “Of course he’d claim that when he went to the effort of making it look so real, and okay, I’ll give him that the actors are real, the wind can be too. But look at the terrain, it’s so uneven that can’t be an accident. The flash was added in post, and those two just have to drop down and they’re hidden. I mean, sure, there was a freak weather occurrence, but he recorded it then instead of before and he’s taking advantage of it. That’s another sign he’d a special effect master.”
“Or, considering how his claims played a part in getting the video to go viral, he should consider marketing as his new career.” The image shifted and only the aardvark was looking at the camera. “We’ll have a brief break for our sponsors, but when we come back, we’ll be discussing if the sun actually disappeared over Butte last week, or if it’s just a case of bad-water caused vision impairment.”
Thomas relaxed. At least they weren’t taking it seriously.
He wanted his phone so he could look up more information. Was this how every station was reporting it? had any of the others even bothered showing the clip? Would anyone who knew magic was real see it for what it was and come investigate what had happened?
He was surprised those people had left without destroying the evidence. The way Grant had talked about the Chamber, it sounded like killing the clerk wouldn’t give them pause. Maybe the marmot had hid once Thomas took Grant away. The video did end with the two people still looking at where they had been.
Would they be back now that he’d revealed what he had recorded? Were they the reason the station wasn’t taking it seriously? Should Thomas try to warn the Marmot so he could go to the authorities?
Was there such a thing as the magic police?
If the marmot went to them, what could he tell them about Thomas? Rat with black fur, if the clerk wasn’t so aware as to remember not everyone was one solid color. Would he mention Thomas had had his hand in his pants and had been about to give him a blow job? Would that tell the police he was part of the Society?
Thomas decided he wouldn’t, since that wasn’t appropriate behavior to let happen behind the counter, and if he did… well. As far as Thomas knew. Plenty of guys outside the Society were horny enough to hit on other guys.
That left Grant. His truck was there.
Had the Chamber taken it, hoping it would give them a clue to help locate the kangaroo? Maybe it had been impounded. Grant said it would be monitored, so that had to mean the impound. Which one was best for Grant?
Thomas hoped he’d be okay.
He rubbed his face. Thinking about that didn’t do any good. He couldn’t help Grant, and worrying about it would just make him a nervous wreck. What he needed was to turn his mind off. The next best thing was to close his eyes so he wouldn’t have to look at the screen. And since that meant it was dark, he should try to sleep so the trip wouldn’t feel so long.
Instead, his mind showed him the police boarding the bus, grabbing him and cuffing him. Reading him his rights for hitting on a guy for the purpose of powering himself off his sexual energy and the punishment was for him to entirely drained of his cum.
When his mind move to how they were going to drain him, Thomas groaned and opened his eyes. He looked down at his crotch. There were days when he really wished his mind wasn’t such a gutter.
He looked around.
At least, now he didn’t have a neighbor to stop him from taking care of it.",
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