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A little too late, a little too much, a little bit left

WHO: Jake Jensen
WHERE: Around the South villge
WHEN: Just before everyone takes ill
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: None noted yet.

There was something about the mining trip that had made Jake feel a lot better about himself and this place and how life is. He needed to feel useful again, something he hadn't thought he might find here without the technology he is used to. Now things were so much better.

Or so he thought.

He got home, started cleaning things up, and in the process knocked some black dust loose from his pack. Coughing and choking, he got things to clean it up, throw it all out and thinking nothing of it with all they had done in the mine and it was no big deal.

Right until he couldn't turn a doorknob in trying to leave the Inn. It took him three tries, the last with his sleeve pulled down over his hand and it finally opens. Then he goes down to the forge to see if there's anything he can help with. Trying to open the door, his hand passing through the door.

Jake shrieks, backing up. "Oh. My. God. Did I die? Am I ghost?"

He freaks out a tiny bit as it goes on, heading back for the Inn and his house, and finding himself walking through a wall with little resistance. Oh man, this is so bad and so not good, and he's kind of freaking out as it goes on before it wears off.

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He can't hide the panic in his eyes, the sheer terror there because he's just walked through a tree and he shouldn't be able to do this, and he hates that thought that won't stop, appropriately, haunting him.

Of course he dies now that he and Cougar have finally gotten to this point of their relationship. In that it's an actual relationship.

"I would so haunt you forever if I died," he says, not sure if Cougar can hear him or not. He can hear himself, but could a ghost not hear themselves? He just has no idea.

"I hear you," Cougar deadpans, because the haunting him forever? It's not very nice, which means that he gives Jake a look that hopefully shows how displeased he is with the idea. He reaches out to push Jake along, but his hand passes through him, making Cougar frown.

Not dead, but not something he's seen yet. He digs out his notebook one more time and coaxes for Jake to speak with a nod of his head, because he's sure there's a story behind this.

It's just a matter of getting the ball rolling.

"What? I should leave you th... HEY!"

He jerks away at that, wide eyed, and scared, and trying to hide it. With anger and rudeness, apparently.

"What? You're writing about this? Now? I don't... I'm a ghost, Cougar! How did I become a .. Oh! What if I'm like that chick from the mutant comics? I mean, doesn't she go all nothingness to phase through walls?"

Nope, probably not helping.

Cougar's still writing before he tucks away the notebook, giving Jake an unimpressed look. He misses the telepathy, because it had been so much easier to communicate when he didn't have to speak. This is awful, too, because he can't just shove Jake.

No, now he needs to will him into submission with glares alone.

"What did you touch?" Each words is slow and firm, with a point to it. Because this sort of thing doesn't just happen, Jake must have come into contact with it. After, he points to the springs, a pointed look at him. "Walk."

"Oh come on. Don't give me that look. I get you probably wouldn't care if you were a ghost, since people have thought you were one for years, but this is awful." If he had a keyboard, he couldn't even touch it! That thought is there, and it's painful. More than it likely should be.

"My gear," he says, shrugging which likely has not much effect given since everything behind him can still be seen. "I was cleaning up from the mining trip, figuring out what I needed to wash." Trying to be good and keep what few clothes he has clean. This is why chores are lame.

"And where are we going?" Not that he doesn't walk that way but he asks.

Cougar doesn't think Jake is thinking about all the other practical aspects of what he could do, being a ghost. It would let you slide into things, give you access to places that you would normally have to break into.

True, he'll be very pissed if Jake got killed before they even got going, but he doesn't think that's what happened. "Healing springs," he says firmly, wishing he could get a hand on Jake. There's no panic, which is good, but only because he's shoving it away.

"Something happened," he insists. "If you died, you would know."

Jake is thinking that even if he had a keyboard here, now he can't touch it. He can't strip down to his boxers, and his very missed pirate hat, and settle in and do the things that made him happy. Nope, he's a ghost, and there's no ghosty pirate hat for that, nope.

"You can't heal dead," he points out, but he's going. Hurrying even because if anything can give him back use of his hands, he wants it.

Cougar rolls his eyes. "Good thing you're not dead," he retorts, feeling snippy and annoyed, maybe because he's started to imagine a world where maybe Jake is and he doesn't like it at all. He pushes at him, but grimaces when his hand just goes through.

Inhaling sharply, he reminds himself to look at logic. "Tell me what happened," he insists. "If you're dead, how?" he demands bluntly, because if he can't say, then Jake is not dead.

"Stop shoving me when I can't be shoved," he says, making a face at him, and realizing that he will miss that if he stays like this. Which is a sobering, and frightening thought.

"I was unpacking from the mining trip. I had just kind of left things shoved in a corner, and figured I should take them apart. So that's all I was doing. Cleaning. Obviously I should never clean again."

He'd shove right through him, if Cougar could have his way, but he'll settling for glaring at Jake like he'd somehow willingly done this to himself, even though Cougar knows that's not the case.

"See? No death," he says, because then he'd remember a rock hitting him or something goring him. He tilts his head to the side and then tries to remember where Jake was during the trip, flipping through his book to find the map. He shoves it forward, pointing firmly. "You were there?" During the mining trip, he means.

"Fine. If you think so," he says, though he's still not sure he believes it. Given a chance with Cougar, and he died? He would definitely stay around as a ghost. What other choice would he have?

He's trying to think though, trying to see if he does remember anything else. Moving to peer closer, adjusting his glasses and looking closer at the map. He nods. "Yep, right about there," he says, pointing to where they entered the cave.

He does think so, because there's no way Jake could be a ghost. He's refusing to believe it. If he does turn out to be dead, then Cougar will take on a course of vengeance, but they're missing pieces to prove that Jake is actually anything more than impacted.

Cougar glances at the cave on the map, grimacing and staying away from it, crossing his arms over his chest. "Next time, no touching anything without me around," he warns, because there will be a next time, as far as he's concerned.

"What? What is that face for?" Because he needs more than that warning. "And what? I was on a mining trip. I can't mine without touching things. I touch things in the forge all the time for Tony. What am I supposed to do?"

Though it occurs to him...

"Not like I can touch anything anyways," he grumps.

The face is because Jake should know better, but he knows he can't tell Jake to know better, because then he'll just complain and honestly, would he love the man as much if he didn't get into these messes? Well, yes. But it might be just a bit more. He lets out a huff, but shakes his head. "Read notes," is what he says, stabbing the notepad with his pen as if to make a point.

He's going to make Jake memorize Cougar's little bestiary and notes on the plants if it's the last thing he does, just to avoid more instances like this.

He makes a face, leaning in once more to read over it. "Shadow dust? What even... I didn't inhale it there, and..." And he makes a face. "There was something black on my clothes and I just shook it out. Figured it was from when I blasted the rock and..."

And this isn't possible. Is it?

"I don't get how this is even a thing." He's petulant, whining a bit, and trying to hide that he's still really kind of scared. "I don't get how this place makes these things happen.'

If it's going to happen, then it's going to happen to Jake, is Cougar's opinion when it comes to batshit crazy things like this. Cougar wants to hit him and then hold him, and grab him in and shake him. He makes mental notes to do this later.

"Evolution," is his opinion, because some of the things that humanity does are wild and insane and shouldn't be possible, but are. So why not the same thing happening here? "Defense," he adds, because if he could do that, he would. "We need to track how long this lasts."

Which is a theory of his life they can both agree on. Jake knows it too. Even in a world of weird, the weird things will happen to him. He's not sure if it's reassuring or scary that isn't changed in this place.

"Defense makes sense," he says, because he's not buying he's evolving into this. "So, uhmmm, you want to know about those weird purple nuts you can find... Here?" Asked as he points at the map. "Ty and I tried it after his roommate told him about them. Not worth the hangover though."

Cougar's busy working to get the time on his device, marking when it seemed like this first started and then adding in when Jake seems to have gone fully intangible. He wants to know other things as well, but that means Jake needs to be willing to be a guinea pig.

"What weird purple nuts?" he asks, with the sound in his voice like a warning that Jake better tell him the full truth and be very honest. "What do they do?"

"Ty's roommate told him about these nuts that give people extra speed. Like car extra speed. So we figured it was worth checking them out," he admits, looking pretty damn sheepish all things considered. "We thought they might help in things like the mining trips and such, you know? If we did other ones."

Like how well this one turned out.

"It kicked my ass though after, even if it was cool. That night I kinda felt I was going to fall over exhausted and hurting, when I threw up? It was toying with those."

Yeah, they're probably both in trouble.

Jake is right. He's definitely in trouble and maybe he did this strategically knowing that Cougar couldn't hit him, but he really wants to shoot him with a beanie or something that will hurt him, but not damage him. Jake suddenly being intangible makes that impossible.

He gives him a sharp look that asks why he needs to keep touching and eating things that he shouldn't be, annoyed that he needs to be the sensible one, though not surprised. "Idiot," is all he says out loud, but Jake should know him well enough to get the rest of the gist.

"Hey!"

And much as he tries not to, he sounds hurt by that. He knows it wasn't smart, but he has his reasons, and he didn't just do it because.

"If we can traverse this place faster, imagine the things we can do for others. Imagine we can race to the far distances, rush as far as we can go and find out areas of this place that could help us. I've seen things when I was trying to find signs of you," he insists, talking to keep from feeling hurt and stupid for what he's done. Only because of the look Cougar gave him.

"We could do so much for those stuck here with us. Help them so we can maybe all survive this." Though he knows many haven't. They couldn't have. Not with the names he's been seeing. Even if they're not more than clones that can be replaced.

The look isn't going away. It's that dark look that says that he works with idiots. He sees the benefit, of course he does, but what does it matter if every time they use them, they feel sick and miserable? "We stay alive," he says firmly, because that had been the rule in Bolivia, that's the rule here.

They stay alive, and if that means keeping their heads down while they learn the situation, yes. These nuts or seeds, it's like Jake going out and buying drugs in Bolivia because maybe it would help them get Max. "We survive, then others survive."

And if Jake keeps making himself sick with those, he's not going to survive very long, because who knows what they're doing to his system?

"And I'm alive. Or so you tell me," he says, though his tones aren't as confident as they were before. "Besides, I know I live through this place. I'm there when Roque betrays us," he says, sounding almost petulant. And while it's typical of Jake to do stupid things, it might reveal some of what's behind this. Testing this place, and not coping with the pain of being too sensitive and yet not dealing with what has happened to them.

"It's not like I'm of use to anyone here anyway," he adds, folding his arms over his chest. "Everything I'm good at? Light years away from this place. So I have to find new things."

Normally, if Jake is sulking this much, Cougar would just kiss him to shut him up and get his brain to stop working so hard, but that's not an option. He's irritable with this shadow dust some more, because of what it's taking from him, and he hopes the springs will counteract it.

Only, then Jake goes and says a stupid thing. "You're important," is what he says firmly. "I need you." And he does, not just for what they're starting, but for everything else he does for Cougar. He keeps him balanced and sane, he translates, he interprets.

He's there. He's funny and kind and smart and he's what Cougar needs.

All the frustration and bluster and confusion kind of melts in that moment, staring at Cougar for a long time without saying anything. At length though, he nods and smiles. It's a tight smile but he manages it.

"Thank you," he murmurs, glancing down and back up at Cougar. "I don't know if you know how much I needed to hear that."

Because much as he's rushed into everything, this place stripped him of the one thing he knows he's good at. There's no tech, little he can scrape together, and others here who make him seem like a kindergartner with a chemistry set where everything is just plastic anyways. Hearing that though, that helps more than he realized until he heard it.

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