Annabelle’s Tuesday evening odd encounter(Jakem)
Date: 2025-10-07 17:01
(Annabelle’s Tuesday evening odd encounter(Jakem):Jakem)
[Tue Oct 7 2025]
Beacon Hill Memorial Gardens
It is afternoon, about 73F(22C) degrees, and there are clear skies. The mist is heaviest At High and Franklin
“I wake up in straaange places.” Annabelle explains, motley and tiredly.
“I wake up in straaange places.” Annabelle explains, motley and tiredly, still fixing her ballistic vest. “It’s less that. I understand what’s happening right now and more that. I’m used to not understanding, I guess.”
Obadiah flips out his phone and narrates, “This is MPM productions, coming to you live with Evalina Rothwell and Jakem Badahwi, as they prepare to Mercerize the Conclave’s ghost machine. Tell Chat, Eva, how does it feel to be doing something incredibly stupid, knowing that…. and she is gone… Jakem, How do you feel about Mercerization now? Is it in fact, the best way to deal with most situations?”
grins to Obadiah, mugging it up as he grabs the still half asleep Annabelle with an arm around her shoulder, speaking to the ‘camera’ I gotta say, we do it all for the people of Faireview. Without this borough, well this is the heart and soul of Haven as I always say. Hell, it’s probably the last living mall on the eastern seaboard. We can’t let people go kidnapping our dead in some sort of electrion fraud.
“Fairefield.” Evalina murmurs softly, trying to stay out of the picture, clearly more than a little worn out from all the strangeness
Annabelle waves distractedly over to the camera in hypnotic motion, keeping to echoes. “Nope, can’t let ’em do that.”
Obadiah flips the phone back around to flash a warm smile, “Even did it without missiles, Chat. Due to safety concerns of debris raining down on innocent civilians or something.” And with that he shuts off the recording. Insta reels only being so long, after all.
nods over to Obadiah “Good job, hopefully that’ll sway at least a few people.” he says, looking to Evalina grinning broadly “Thanks for the baloon. Can you believe they wouldn’t give us either a jet OR a helicopter?” he asks incredulously.
Evalina gives a confident nod. “Yes, I can.” She states with eyes that have seen too much.
Annabelle shakes her head agreeably. She can’t believe it, not at all.
frowns, not seeming to hear Evalina as he looks to Annabelle and Obadiah “That jet would have been sweet. We could have rammed right through those pirates. Alas.”
“We would have all died.” Evalina contributes in a soft tone, shaking her head.
Jakem nods to Evalina “Well, I guess, but then we could have possessed someone in Redstone.”
“I went to the Danger Zooooone,” Obadiah sings. It is a lyrical type of strategy today apparently. “Anyway, if we are good here, I am good. Probably can head home unless you need anything else from me?”
Jakem shakes his head and waves to Obadiah “Nah, we’re good. Thanks!” He looks to Evalina with a smirk “Thanks for the help Eva. Couldna done it without you. I mean we still woulda claimed we did something, but mostly that woulda been throwing rocks at the clouds.”
Obadiah waves to everyone and heads out back to doing whatever it is he does. What is it that Obadiah does anyway? Has anyone ever proved that he doesn’t owe everyone money? Does he even own the Brine or is an elaborate shell game? The world will never know.
Annabelle fixes her hair, looks down to her shoes to make sure they’re still on, and looks around before muttering up to Jakem. “I think I’m gonna go hoome. I can’t. Wake up.”
Jakem nods to Annabelle “I’ll give you a ride.” He waves to Evalina “See yah around!”
“That sounds safe and sensible actually. We should have done that.” Evalina opines with a tired tinge to her voice, then looking up. “At least the sky is finally clearing. It’s a little tempting to go to my old apartment and enjoy the fairefield view before the Legion ruins it…”
Evalina waves to Jakem and Annabelle, “See you two.”