🌙 Inbox - Marc Spector's Dead Drop

[reflectedlight]

If he's told you how to find it, a loose ceiling panel above the Lyfe Boat on the first floor is where you can leave hand-written notes inside of library books if you're trying to reach Marc Spector.

If he hasn't told you how to find it, you shouldn't be here. Marc doesn't exist. You want Steven Grant's Inbox.

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[reflectedlight]

"Does it hold up outside of here?"

That's a sincere question; Marc even makes tired eye contact.

"Like, if you go back, and you get thrown straight back into the bullshit you two left behind, do you just end up back in old habits, or do the improvements stick?"

[worthallthis]

"Depends," B says. "I didn't do so hot in the nine years between being an inmate and coming back as warden, but I also hadn't worked out all the coping methods yet then, and the world out there-- really didn't like me, which made it harder. Not impossible, but harder. I did better the two years we spent in Steve's universe, with more time as-- as a person behind me, and more practice with different things to do. It depends, at least some, on how hard you try, here and there. If you half-ass it here, you'll lose it all out there when things get hard. Getting things solid and familiar here at least gives you a baseline to work with."

[reflectedlight]

"I should move so I don't cool down too much. You wanna go slow so we can keep talking?"

Marc screws the cap back on his water, sticks it in his day pack.

so sorry for the delay, vacation led to sick :(

[worthallthis]

"Sure." B picks himself up, tossing the water bottle he'd been loaned back over to tuck into the bag. "How about that direction? It's a little less challenging than the way we came." He points to what appears to be an old brownstone, bending over backwards onto itself and leading to a weirdly-placed avenue full of lamposts.

dude np stuff happens. i hope youre recovering <3

[reflectedlight]

Marc shrugs, nods and will follow at a more sedate pace.

Which, for a normal human, is still pretty nuts, but for these guys is like, leisurely.

"Nine years. What made you come back?"

slowly :P still sniffly and it is very annoying, but finally back at work today!

[worthallthis]

B does his best to keep it even slower than Yelena would take it, because he's pretty sure Marc's got the energy out and now needs to work his brain out a little more, and that's easier to do when you go slower, focus on where to put your hands rather than how fast you can monkey-leap around. "Well, I did spend five of it as dust, so technically I only experienced four. But my Steve-- well, went off into the past to be with his girlfriend from the war, and once he was gone, I discovered that pretty much nobody else liked or trusted me. After six months or so of that, I decided coming back here where nobody thought I was a terrorist or a bionic staring machine was better for me, even if I thought all my friends would be gone by then."

He swings up onto another angle of the twisted building. "Big surprise to me to find out that to the people here, I'd only been gone a couple days."

take it easy! drink fluids!!

[reflectedlight]

"Dust?"

Okay, so, he's caught up that in the original timeline, Thanos killed everyone, but he missed this part.

Marc's bag is swinging at an awkward angle - he clings with one hand and one foot to adjust it, then keeps going. Carefully. Supposedly falls here can't kill you, but it's a bad habit to assume they're safe.