Shatterverse Panfandom RP

Gabe just met Claire.

It didn't go too well.

He managed to cheer himself up slightly by spending time with his beloved baculite, but he's still not remotely describable as happy.

Especially not since he remembered a half-mumbled reference to murder on the part of the other him.

So.

One very emotionally troubled watchmaker, surreptitiously eating a tuna sandwich in the Cooper kitchen. And peering at the kettle. Someone seems to have... done something to it. It doesn't work right.

He's going to start fixing it any minute now.

Somewhere on a sandy beach in California, a man is walking.

No, make that two men: one tall and dark-haired and wearing what would be very neat, well-kept clothes, circumstances aside; the other rather short, with curly red hair and dressed in innumerable layers.

...that is, two men and a... well, for lack of better taxonomy they've been calling it a baculite. That went out the window some time ago, however, and now it is mostly known as Spots.

At some point, thank God, they happened upon one of those rockpools Stephen was theorizing about - okay, the airborne scouting helped with that - and managed through chance, luck, and a modicum of cursing (Gabe covered his ears) to dine on raw mussels.

Now Gabriel is beginning to get tired. Carrying a very cuddly shoebox-sized cephalopod in a diaper is tougher than it looks, and he seems to be the default mother here, for some reason - although to be fair, during the interludes when they switch burdens, a shoebox-sized shoebox full of mostly-disassembled clockwork* and a deactivated jetpack** are not exactly a walk in the park by comparison. Also his vest is never going to be the same again.

"We need to find someplace to sleep," he suggests after a long silence, yawning. "And... I hate to say this... change Spots. Do you think you could fly up for another look? See if you can find... anything resembling civilization, or at least shelter?"

*Not, for the record, very cuddly at all.

**Ditto.