Hey Earl, it's been a while. I still have your clothes from that one time. We also haven't gone on that hike we talked about yet.

might-be-a-spiderwolf:

incorporearl:

incorporearl:

Oh, yeah!  I can take those back any time.  And did you have any ideas for a hike?

I love seeing how life has changed over time.

We aren’t supposed to know, of course, but there have been others. Or at least they passed through.

Me too. There are so many different fields of study that I wish I could go into but I don’t have the time or the money for more than one profession. Paleontology was always an interest of mine, but zoology and ecology seemed like more pressing concerns that I could be of some kind of immediate help to.

I’m not entirely surprised to hear that.  We’re not supposed to know a lot of things, apparently. Which is a crying shame, honestly.

When did you want to go hiking?

I was always into those too. And archaeology!

I… Yes. Sometimes it’s best to keep quiet about what you know.

Hm, next week maybe? I’ll have more time then.

Hey Earl, it's been a while. I still have your clothes from that one time. We also haven't gone on that hike we talked about yet.

might-be-a-spiderwolf:

incorporearl:

incorporearl:

Oh, yeah!  I can take those back any time.  And did you have any ideas for a hike?

We don’t get many of those around here.  They mostly look like modern ones… I assume.

Ancient lace that’s been encased in stone for years tends to crumble easily.

Oh right, desert. Yeah, the ones with the curves that look like the Ruffles potato chips are the more modern looking ones. Nature kinda stopped evolving those guys eras ago.

…I have never heard of ancient lace before now. I didn’t think there were any settlements out here prior to Night Vale, or that Night Vale was that old.

I love seeing how life has changed over time.

We aren’t supposed to know, of course, but there have been others. Or at least they passed through.

Hey Earl, it's been a while. I still have your clothes from that one time. We also haven't gone on that hike we talked about yet.

might-be-a-spiderwolf:

incorporearl:

Oh, yeah!  I can take those back any time.  And did you have any ideas for a hike?

Like ammonites and stuff? Or the ones that look like modern day seashells?

…what are you doing with the lace, if you don’t mind my asking, that makes it not last long?

We don’t get many of those around here.  They mostly look like modern ones… I assume.

Ancient lace that’s been encased in stone for years tends to crumble easily.

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Hey Earl, it's been a while. I still have your clothes from that one time. We also haven't gone on that hike we talked about yet.

might-be-a-spiderwolf:

incorporearl:

Oh, yeah!  I can take those back any time.  And did you have any ideas for a hike?

Metal utensils and lace? Hafta say, I don’t usually find things like that. I am used to seashells though. Lots and lots and lots of seashells, considering pretty much my entire home state used to be bellow sea level, so it’s really hard to dig anywhere and not hit seashell fossil beds.

You don’t even have to dig, you can just see them sometimes, they’re massive and everywhere.

Sure, though the lace doesn’t usually last long.  I like the sound of those big shells, though.  I’ve seen one or two, but most of them are in bad shape.

Hey Earl, it's been a while. I still have your clothes from that one time. We also haven't gone on that hike we talked about yet.

might-be-a-spiderwolf:

incorporearl:

Oh, yeah!  I can take those back any time.  And did you have any ideas for a hike?

I hadn’t planned on it, but now that you mentioned it I might. Not such a bad idea. I tend to collect rocks and stuff…mostly rocks, I don’t feel as bad taking a rock out of an environment as I would a living organism like a plant or insect. I just take pictures of those.

Sure!  Sometimes I find odd things encased in sandstone.  Like seashells.  Or metal utensils.  Or lace.  You never know what you’ll find.

Hey Earl, it's been a while. I still have your clothes from that one time. We also haven't gone on that hike we talked about yet.

might-be-a-spiderwolf:

incorporearl:

Oh, yeah!  I can take those back any time.  And did you have any ideas for a hike?

I don’t remember the name of this one, but it goes almost all the way to Radon Canyon. Other than a lot of water and sunscreen for these super European arms and legs, is there anything I need to bring?

Ha, that should be fine, unless you’re planning on collecting samples of anything you might find out there.  …I’m not, really, but a few little bags never hurt.

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Hey Earl, it's been a while. I still have your clothes from that one time. We also haven't gone on that hike we talked about yet.

might-be-a-spiderwolf:

incorporearl:

Oh, yeah!  I can take those back any time.  And did you have any ideas for a hike?

There’s a trail out in the scrub lands I found out about the other day that sounded interesting. Are there any hiking trails you know about?

Hm, I wouldn’t mind checking that out!  I know of a few, but I’m always up for exploring.

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venturescoutriddle:

incorporearl:

…But why on earth would you want to have anything to do with her!?

Also…

Can you ever forgive me?  It’s okay if you can’t.  I probably wouldn’t.

Yellow helicopters scanned overhead, circling the area. Strategically placed solar panels helped to keep them hovering and out and about: searching. Only three were sent for this task. Interns were sent out on foot and on ATVs. Kevin had been so furious with A. Martinez no one had seen him since he’d been called to the radio station.

It was dark. And damp under his hands, hard. His whole body groaned as he tried to sit up. He held his head, covering his face so he could get better used to the darkness and also because it felt like it was going to splinter into several pieces. Groaning, he sat back against the rock wall behind him and accidentally knocked the back of his head against it. He doubled over, curling onto his side with a suppressed whimper.

"Gods," he hissed, rolling onto his back. Tears didn’t even streak down his face. His tongue felt like leather. Something was on his head. He tugged at it and found his undershirt tied around it. 

"Earl?" His voice was faint, a hoarse whisper. How had they managed to get here? Or was here still in that hospital, far underneath of it? Were they being held prisoner? Or had they escaped? Hope fluttered inside of him. No, he couldn’t dare…but, Gods, he wanted it to be true.

"Shh," Earl murmured, rising out of Riddle.  He felt the light, anchorless sensation of being incorporeal again.  "Don’t move too much.  I’m here.  We’re… we’re out, but they’re looking for us.  I’ve got us cloaked, and as long as you stay calm, it should hold well.  You’ll need water, though…"  He paused, brushing against Riddle’s face.  "We’re out of the sun here, and out of view… fairly far out… but you’re not in great shape.  Water and rest… would be ideal."  He stopped again, then continued in a quieter voice, "I’m glad you’re awake."

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strex-and-the-other-things:

incorporearl:

strex-and-the-other-things:

37) Our muses are destined to do jail time together

Eileen was escorted to the cell< she looked a little bored at the proceedings until the guard opened the door to lock her in… she would recognize that red mop anywhere “Earl Harlan?” her cuffs were removed as she was unceremoniously shoved in

"Sounds like you need to stop getting put in here, then," he muttered.  "Guess you’ll just have to put up with it."

she scrunches up her noes ” not my fault they keep chucking me in here you think they would learn after the first few times it is pointless.” she rolled on the seat, looking up at where he stood “so boy-scout this the first time you have been imprisoned.” 

"And you keep allowing it," he said shortly.

He was quiet for a moment before answering. “A few times.”