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one ❀ voice

[There's no video, because it's too dark in the coffin to show anything anyway. Adam's voice is carefully steady, as if he's keeping himself under control through sheer power of will.]

I saw that Fear said our air supply will be refreshed. I don't know if that's true - I don't know if we can trust him - but I thought people ought to know anyway.

[Not that he necessarily believes anything any of the gods say, but - well. Who knows.]

Talking is a little less impersonal than text. It might help to hear a familiar voice, if any of your friends are buried. There also isn't much to do down here but panic, so if anyone wants to talk - I wouldn't mind.

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[The truth doesn't really matter to Adam, either, at least not right now. Maybe later he'll care, but right now all that matters is hearing someone else's voice and knowing that he isn't alone. That he hasn't been forgotten.]

Hemlock Grove, that's where you're from? Must be pretty weird to be too weird for faeries.

[He thinks about home, Henrietta. How much he hates it, how much he misses it.]

Did you move around a lot?

I'm not really from anywhere, but Hemlock Grove is where I last was. Little podunk town outside of Pittsburgh, used to be a little less podunk before steel went bust. It's pretty weird, as places go. There's...something, there. Most places don't have a something like that.

But yeah, you could say I move around a lot. The locals like to use the term 'fuckin gypsies'.

[there's an odd mix of of attitudes in his voice, pride in his heritage that twinges against the contempt for people who mock it.]

What about you? Where're you from?

I'm from Henrietta. It's a small town in Virginia, a few hours from Washington.

[He doesn't say it with any pride at all, but he doesn't say it with disgust, either. It's just a fact, maybe an unfortunate one, but a true one. There are all kinds of people in Henrietta, Aglionby boys and Blue's sort of people and Adam's, too. Being from there doesn't say anything in particular about him.]

What sort of something? Something like a ley line?

[Generally Adam avoids topics like this until he thinks he can trust someone a little, and he doesn't know that about Peter yet. But Peter is the one who has been casually talking about magic, and knowing that ley lines exist isn't giving anything important away.]

Might've driven through it once. We drive through a lot of places.

[it's not at all impossible. peter has ridden through innumerable small towns, from the quaint and thriving to the shabby and dying.]

Mm, I don't think so, although that might be why Dee likes living there. Clears up her third eye. More like a physical something that sleeps beneath. Far, far beneath.

You wouldn't have found it very interesting.

[Just another small town. The weirdness doesn't show itself unless you look for it, after all.]

A sleeper? Do you know what it might be?

[He's interested - it's a good distraction, and not so very different from what they were looking into at home, after all. He would much rather hear Peter talk about it than share his own information, too.]

Something's interesting about pretty much everywhere, if you look.

[adam can't see peter's shrug, but there's an accompanying sound.]

Not a damn clue. Just that it's big, it's old, and we probably want it to stay sleeping. Weird things happen in Hemlock Grove. It was a steel town, once, and then the family that owned the mill--the Godfreys--shut it down when steel went bust, and changed over to biotech, or whatever. Which is great and all, except for the steel-workers. So the Godfreys have shitpots of money and half the rest of the town is just shit outta luck. Common enough story, but strange place, all the same.

And the Godfreys, they're weird too. Not bad, mostly, but weird. I think they know something's down there, too, and that's why Olivia stayed.

Some things are better left sleeping, I think. Not all, but some.

[He doesn't regret waking Cabeswater, but Adam's opinion on Gwenllian is mixed. He wants to wake Glendower, for the favor, but the third sleeper - well. They've been warned again and again about that.

But Adam is awake now, and Cabeswater, and it hasn't all been bad. Not all of it.]

Most rich people are weird, in my experience. But not usually that kind of weird - more the kind that thinks pastel polo shirts are a good fashion choice and that there's nothing at all abnormal about flying to Rome for authentic pizza one weekend. Sounds like your Godfreys are a different breed altogether.

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