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

[killorder]

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

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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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Rinoa smiles a little at him. "You're not crazy. If you sound crazy, we all sound crazy. And maybe we do all sound crazy, who knows." They are living in a crazy situation! "Those are all really good questions that I wish we had answers to. I hope it doesn't take years for that to happen." Apparently years were what people experienced here.

She takes a seat, because she has no intention of leaving him as long as he's intangible. She'll keep talking until he's whole again and less scared.

[ooc: maybe wrap here assume they had a nice chat? wrapping nov things :D]