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rose-cola · 4 years

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❁Taking the demon brothers + undatables ice skating❁

warnings: light profanity

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❁Lucifer❁

Wasn’t keen on going, but went anyway. He initially didn’t understand the meaning behind going ice skating, and honestly still doesn’t.

Definitely fell more then a few times, but doesn’t ask for help because of his pride.

Eventually learns the basics on how to do it.

Out of all his brothers that also went he probably did better then Belphie, but worse then Mammon. (He won’t admit that though)

❁Mammon❁

Pretty excited to go actually. Apparently has ice skated before. Probably to outrun some witches that one time.

Isn’t bad at it, but he fell while all you guys where there.

Ended up getting too cocky with how he was better at ice skating then Lucifer and got shoved into the ground.

Better then Lucifer, but worse then Asmodeus.

❁Leviathan❁

Okay so we all know how Levi is good with water right? Well ice is made of water...

Basically he’s the prodigy ice skater that no one expected. Seriously this dude is good.

He apparently ice skated a lot more before his otaku ways. You tried asking more about Levi before his anime phase, but he wouldn’t respond.

He’s the best (gracefully) out of all his brothers

❁Satan❁

Read about ice skating before and somehow that’s all he needed to be able learn.

Didn’t even slip a little when he first got onto the rink, just went skating.

He mainly likes to piss Lucifer off. Find great joy in watching Lucifer fall and refuse your help.

Is only there to see lucifer fail. Tried to go prank Lucifer but also got pushed to the icey ground.

Better then Asmodeus, but worse then Leviathan.

❁Asmodeus❁

Is only there to take pictures for his devilgram. He’s okay when it comes to ice skating but he doesn’t care about that.

Taking selfies of him with Lucifer yelling at mammon in the background, Satan wheezing are the fact that Lucifer fell four times in a row, Beel actually ice skating, and Belphie passed out on the ice with his pillow.

Defiantly shoved people out of the way just to get the perfect lighting.

Better then Mammon worse then Satan.

❁Beelzebub❁

Has played hockey (or the devildom equivalent to hockey).

Knows what he’s doing. He’s like that one kid that just goes really fast and wears the [insert famous] hockey jersey forcing everyone to move out of his way or else.

Except Beel is sweet squishy himbo and won’t hurt anyone.

He’s the best (skillful) out of all the brothers.

❁Belphgor❁

Just came to show up and go to sleep.

You somehow got him into ice skates and pushed him out onto the rink.

Immediately just fell onto the ground went into his pockets and somehow brought his giant ass pillow without anyone noticing and then went to sleep.

Some unfortunate random human thought he was hurt and tried to help him, waking Belphie up.

Big mistake, this boy got mad and well,,, we never saw that unfortunate soul again.

Worst out of all the brothers didn’t even try

❁Solomon❁

knows how to ice skate but wants to be extra.

Uses magic as jet propulsion, but slams into a wall. Does it again.

Basically he’s just cheating the system by using his magic to do crazy things, yet no one suspects a thing?

❁Simeon❁

Graceful af.

Just like an angel, is able to all the fancy moves. The only thing stopping him from getting signed into the state figure skating competition is Luke, who he’s watching over.

Especially with his fancy get up people just assume he’s a professional.

❁Luke❁

Poor child.

He has to use a chair or one of those penguin looking things.

Falls a lot but that’s okay. Some adults try to help him up, but then he gets upset.

“Simeon can we go now”

“Why are you not having a good time?”

“Well I would be if everyone stopped asking me where my mom is every five seconds!”

❁Barbatos❁

Is also another really good figure skater.

Honestly no one is surprised at this. Barbatos is basically good at everything.

“My lord, do you need some assistance?”

“Thankyou Barbatos! Isn’t this Human activity so fun!”

“I would suggest you lower your voice to avoid suspicion my lord”

❁Diavolo❁

Falls a few times but gets the hang of it.

Is just in love with the human world, and finds ice skating just the coolest thing.

“Barbatos! Humans are certainly fascinating with their hobby of skating on ice! I could’ve never thoug by of such a pastime!”

“My lord, we have a similar is not the same thing in devildom..”

“Yes, but it’s differnt! Instead of skating on ice in the devildom, we’re skating on ice in the human realm!”

“....”

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familyvisionis2020 · 4 years

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Day 6 - The Drive Home

Today was the last day of tour. I wake up in the morning feeling guilty because I have a groggy memory of waking up around 8 to go to the bathroom, Paul was waiting to go, but when the person came out I just fronted him (a word I just now remember from elementary school, cut in line, but southern), used the bathroom and went back to bed. Rude. I am wiping the cold from my eye, taking in the undecorated walls of the apartment, and Jeremy comes from down the hall and says ‘Did you get the memo? Louisville cancelled. Tour’s over.” I said ‘fuck’ and processed it. I feel sad for Jeremy and John and Kabir because I know they wanted to play this last show in Kentucky. It’s not that I didn’t, but also for the last three months and for especially the last month I have been feeling a tremendous amount of anxiety about this tour, about feeling out-of-control, about being away from loved ones at home, about being available to show up for people in my life, about completing regular routines of hygiene and spirituality and task completion that make me feel boring and comfortable, both. Touring stirs up dredges of the tea leaves that I had let settle into a fine filmy sediment at the bottom of me. I manufactured a jello mold two years ago and poured myself into it: regular 9-5 in the legal field as a means and precursor to law school, then diligent study for 3 years, then a professional career, abandoning the party life, abandoning trespassing in abandoned buildings, abondoning the luxury of resentment and unproductive time, trying to cool and firm into something reliable, serviceable, dependable, available, a resource people could draw from for once, rather than a leech or slug. And when I go on tour I take that jello mold out of the fridge and it holds its shape but also it warms and the longer I’m out the more liquidy it gets and sloshes over the sides and so forth. So I’m ambivalent because I like what I have to offer to this band, I like the physical process of drumming and expressing myself in the context of music and being a member of a band, but also I feel like I’ve kind of chilled enough and it’s time to settle down. And I’m at a way different point in my life than the other guys in the band it seems like, for the most part. So anyways all this to contextualize the fact that the news of tour ending even earlier than early honestly makes me feel relieved, if not happy, and so then I work to temper that boosted mood for the sake of grim decorum befitting a tour taken before its time.

All our stuff is locked in the venue from last night and we learn we won’t be able to pick it up until 1pm and so we have about 4 hours to kill in the apartment. Phillip puts on a pot of coffee that will turn out to be some of the wateriest on record, but still, a super kind gesture, and then he also puts on The Wire on HBO Go and we just settle in on the couch and watch for awhile. Some of the scenes are familiar, there’s something seductive about this show, and it brings me back to the precise moment of Summer of 2013 right before I moved to Philadelphia right after I got evicted from the squat/music venue I had been living in that winter and spring, I watched all episodes of The Wire on DVD on Matt Martin’s couch at 3 Pomroy and felt deeply depressed. It ranks up there with when I watched all released episodes of The Office in bed in the winter of 2009 after my girlfriend broke up with me, in terms of memorably devestating life phases offset by the amniotic fluid of full-series of TV. So we watch The Wire and I find myself not too inclined to sit and watch and I want to write so I sit at my laptop on the table nearby and write an email to a female (sorry) but I actually do and its purpose is to make her smile and bring some levity and play and purple prose to a moment in her life that, from how she tells it to me, is just so heavy, nightmares and waking horror and a future that feels like it hangs by a thread. so I’m glad to spend time showing up for her in this small way rather than watching The Wire, and also I write yesterday’s blog post, another activity that feels sort of like a pittance but also like: doing-writing is something I have been putting off, in phases and seasons, for my entire adult life, because to me nothing ever matters enough to write about, or if it does my perspective is deficient, or my research inadequate, or my skill incommensurate with the subject matter, or it won’t properly reflect my feelings, or any number of self-sabotaging excuses to not do this thing I so love doing, and love sharing. So for me, writing this blog is a very meaningful and special act of reclamation of a personal mode of expression that constitutes a break in my winter’s depression and what feels like a new phase of happiness, of believing-i-have-a-future, of feeling more authoratative and qualified to know and describe my own experience in a lifetime marred and dampened by dissociation, oblivion, amnesia, and fugue. So it feels like nourishment to get some paragraphs done and to move slow through my days, get them onto the page.

The Wire grows tiresome at some point and Jeremy fires up the PS4 and then the PS3 looking for games but none are multiplayer and so eventually he settles on Skyrim and starts from a new file. Me personally I love watching let’s plays and this is as good as TV. There was a moment last tour when we were in this strange small town in Connecticut called Torrington (the town all touring bands are required to go to, we also joked), in this town Jeremy was describing the sort of surrealness he experienced there and he said he felt like the townspeople in Torrington were like NPCs in a FPS RPG like Skyrim wherein you would go up to people and press A to talk, say ‘What news?” and that I thought was really funny then, I like his sense of humor. Really Kabir and Jeremy and Royal represent this sort of humor that is to me equal parts razor wit, cleverness, timing, accents, absurdity, and broad conceptual placticity, all for the most part very clean too, never or at least rarely blue (you’re gonna inevitably make a D’s nuts joke and that’s just that). And during happy times I am so grateful to be nearby this humor and during less happy times I get self conscious about how great their humor is and how I sometimes feel like I don’t measure up. But that feeling doesn’t weigh for long. Skyrim is fun to watch, it kills some time, we all take turns trying to kill wolves with swords before Jeremy finally does it, there’s a dragon, we loot corpses, discuss Bloodborne and Dark Souls and comparable games. A lot of the main media activity in this group is discussing how a given media relates to another media, Kabir and Jeremy and John know it seems like everything between the three of them when it comes to record labels, band narratives, artist’s hometowns, etc. So we play Skyrim for awhile, and then eventually it’s time to go to the venue and we drive back to The Salty Nut, load in all our gear, do a final sweep, and say our goodbyes and thankyous to Phillip. We return to the Bandido place one last time for one last round of free local Taco Bell which we absolutely scarf and are very vocally grateful to the people for giving it to us for free again, it’s clear they really put effort into being hospitable to touring bands here, at least through Phillip. His band, Thomas Function, was signed on Fat Possum Records, which also had bigger indie acts like Jay Reatard (who Phillip tells a story about him demanding $50,000 in cash for a show fee to feed his coke and heroin habit, Reatard died at age 29 from cocaine toxicity with alcohol also), The Black Keys, Andrew Bird, Wavves and Soccer Mommy, but which Kabir postulates has most of its success due to having signed octogenarian southern blues legends like R.L. Burnside and King Ernest and raking in royalties from what Kabir speculates is due to poor management of the estates of these dead leagends who each had more than a dozen children. It’s truly fascinating for me to hear how deep and complex the analysis of music these guys have is. When I feel insecure, which is often, I tend to veneer these sorts of expertises and shibboleths among music-heads as snobby, elitist, exclusionary, petty and asinine. But I think most of that comes from a fear that I lack the insight, cognitive absorbency, and passionate research skills to collate and catalog data about artists in the way these people do, the way my bandmates do. I feel inspired to take time to dig deeper into the musicans I love, to make them real to me, to get a sense of their story, their lived experience, for the sake of corroding the mediation between us somewhat, or at least polishing the media membrane.

I volunteer to drive for the first half of what will end up being about a 10-hour drive back from Huntsville to Chapel Hill. We go to a Whole Foods in Huntsville upon Kabir’s insistence where I purchase a nootropic snakeoil energy affair in beverage form, Kabir gets hot coffee and a La Colombe Draft can of latte, Jeremy gets a kombucha made from yerba mate (“best of both worlds” he says), John black coffee as per, and Kabir also buys a slice of Tres Leches cake in a clear plastic to-go clamshell: “they can take away my tour, but they can’t take away my tres leches.” Later he’s eating it in the van and he accidentally spills some on himself and he says “shit…spilled some on myself. oh good, it was only one leche” which to me is so funny and perfect humor and just like kind of a paragon of the kind of joke I so treasure from this friend group. Another is when Jeremy and Kabir are recalling a favorite running joke from two tours ago, wherein they were in Philly, home to the famous Schuykill River (pronounced skoo-kill, at least when i lived there, at least around the non-indigenous people i knew), and while there they would affect this blaring Brooklyn accent, deployed heavily on this trip as well for basically any purpose, but back then they would say “UGH MY SKOYKL IS KILLING ME” like Schuykill was lombago or sciatica and also would say “YEAH LET ME GET A KWATA POUND OF SKOYKL ON RYE” like it was a deli meat, and they laughed and laughed. Also they liked doing rhyming jokes like last night there was a chair nearby the combo amp Tired Frontier was going to use for their set and Kabir goes ‘amp on the chair, tone everywhere’ and then I say ‘amp on the ground, makes a bad sound’ and then I tell Jeremy later how Kabir would put me in good spirits whenever I was describing to someone how my LSAT score is very competitive but my checkered past makes the acceptance process a little less than straightforward, and Kabir would see I was getting kinda down and anxious, and he would say ‘You gotta break the law before you make the law,’ and we all laugh and I love that, the function of humor as balm, salve. I want to wield my humor like that.

The drive back is fine, some sprinkles, nothing major, clear traffic for the most part, I feel like I have a good command of the van, keep it around 75 for most of the trip, feel smoth and confident switching lanes, passing, etc. We do another two NYT Wednesday classic crosswords together, Kabir is getting probably 40% of the clues, me maybe 30% Jeremy and John the other 30%, Kabir will just to YEAHHHHHHHH after getting a clue and I start doing that too after Jeremy says “X down, ‘on the table’ 15 letters,” and I say UPFORDISCUSSION after only a couple seconds and it fits and is correct and I feel like a damn genius and we’re all laughing and kind of praising each other half-jokingly for being strong beautiful geniuses who also we know songs. This is a great passtime and the drive flies by and before I know it we’re in Western NC just outside of Asheville and we make a stop to refuel the tank and get dinner. We decide on a Waffle House across the street, not wanting to venture too deep into Asheville for something healthier and better because of the time and money it would likely eat up, Kabir says that FEMA uses the closing of Waffle Houses as a bellweather to indicate the severity of a given natural disaster. We go inside, the waitress says ‘ya’ll aren’t from around here are you?’ in a way that I take to be hostile and I suggest that to the guys and they seem like maybe slightly offput but not very much and we decide not to abort and I later feel foolish because I think I am doing this thing where I become excessively vigilant or sensitive to a perceived slight to a friend who is brown for the putative purpose of interceding on their behalf against racism but what’s actually happening is if someone was racist to them they could just stand up for themselves and make their own call regarding their own comfort or lack thereof and I would do better to act less motivated by white guilt when avoidable. That passes, it’s fine, we eat hash browns and waffles and eggs and grits and toast and cover everything in tobasco and tip well and get back on the road, John takes over for the final stretch.

I return a call from Marty and catch him up about tour being cancelled and we discuss our fears and hysteria and cancellations and reaction and so forth. Marty remarks that he is a gravedigger during the plague, which is the best possible job to have. It’s not a joke because he actually drives a backhoe working for a cemetary and digs actual graves, super weird and eminently punk/goth and kind of a curiosity but really perfect for the lead singer of one of the South’s premiere punk bands, especially after his being fired from the swish cafe he worked at in Richmond before that. I love Marty and catching up and it feels good to hear his voice. After I get off the phone it sort of becomes campfire spooky story time in the van with everyone proffering their take on the panic, market failure, the likelihood of Capitalism as a superstructure to require perpetual growth even at the peril or death of its working class, the superior response to covid that South Korea and Norway seem to have mounted, a lot of fear of financial insecurity. Eventually this digresses to talk of touring, and the guys discuss all manner of various routes throught the South, Midwest, Northeast, plains states, PNW, Mexico City, Jeremy says ‘I can get us a show in Colombia’ which he can, Argentina or Venezuela through a mutual friend, then Europe so long as the label foots the bill for the plane ticket, then Japan, setting up camp on Honshu would make it easy to hit TOkyo, Kyoto, Osaka and Nagoya no problem, except where exactly are people playing shows? there’s gotta be somewhere all these Japanese Noise and Hardcore bands are getting gigs, and then from there of course it’s not hard to get to Australia, John knows a band there, and they go all around the world and this is stressing me out a little bit, only because I wonder about how much they think I would be involved or want to go on such a theoretical tour, and the answer is I don’t 100% know. Part of me wants to say this is my last tour, lean all the way in to law school and leave behind this chapter. Part of me feels like it’s better not to make a hard and fast statement like that because what if the economy collapses and for some reason school is a no-go but being in the band becomes the most plausible source of income or something. I get anxious and psych myself out and quiet down and feel foolish and wish to be home. I fantasize about my future life of stability, but I second guess myself because I just don’t know for sure how my life will be, and want to be careful to work toward the goals I think will be the most fulfilling, self-actualizing, spiritually nourishing, healthy for me; I also want to not forsake the friendships and bonds I’ve forged in these weird intimate moments in the van with the guys. I have the wherewithal to know that nobody is requiring me to make a decision right this second, and that as time passes it’s likely that the best course of action will be revealed one way or another if I can keep from panicking. So I watch videos of the 2019 Classic Tetris World Championships on my phone, eat two candy bars, watch videos of a streamer named Wumbotize play the latest Tetris game, Tetris Effect (2018, PS4, PC), and am pleasantly awed by how crazily far the skill curve of that game has shot up. I have some time ahead of me that is completely free, which is so nice. Before I know it I’m back home in my clean apartment which is tidy like a tetris field at the beginning of a new game and I get into my bed and lay down flat and if my bed is the well than the line of me clears and the well is clean, smooth, primed, for whatever falls tomorrow.

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annamariemirfin · 7 years

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Trip to Dawson City - Pelly Crossing

Well, as much as I might like to begin my latest blog entries about my trip to Skagway, Alaska, I should probably do my entries in chronological order and begin with my trip to Dawson.

I don’t know if I would describe this trip as ‘fun’ as such, but it was certainly an interesting, fascinating experience.

We were traveling to Dawson because the Fiddleheads had a number of small concerts to play there. They were going to be sharing songs from their Yukon Fiddling Celebration play / performance with a wider Yukon audience.

Prior to my trip I felt quite nervous and anxious. What would my first couchsurfing experience would be like? How would I find sleeping in a school gym full of parents and children? Would I enjoy the trip? How would I find floating around with a troupe of people who I didn’t really know? What would I make of Dawson? What food would I eat?

Getting everything ready to go turned out to be rather an involved and long process, so it was about 6pm by the time we hit the road for Pelly Crossing.

An interesting experience was that as soon as I got out of the car at Pelly Crossing, I noticed that the quality of the air felt different. It was damp, cool and to me, reminiscent of dimness - the kind of smell you’d ordinarily only sense with nightfall or sunrise. It surprised me that I noticed such a distinct change in the quality of the air.

Sleeping in the school gym that night with all the other children and parents on the trip was, as one might imagine, not a particularly pleasant experience. The floor was hard and uncomfortable beneath my thin thermorest. My pillow was so insubstantial that my ears ached when I lay my head down on it. But worst of all, was the fact that I could hear the rustling of sleeping bags and the sounds of sleeping talking, and mummering all around me, all night. So I woke up about every two hours, thinking ‘oh is it over yet? Please let it be over.’ and I would hopefully glance at the time on my cellphone before slipping once again into a light, fitful sleep.

When the morning finally did arrive (I was starting to wonder if it ever would) I witnessed a great spectacle of somewhat organised chaos. Really I think that it was worth the poor sleep for the fun, and chaos that the morning brought. The motion began slowly .. parents and children awoke one another, sharing good morning greetings with their friends and complaints about a terrible night’s sleep, and then as more and more Fiddleheads woke up the motion in the gym increased exponentially and the race to get ready for the day ahead began. Tents had to be taken down, thermarests deflated, sleeping bags wrestled into their tiny cases and cars loaded for the journey ahead. The bathrooms became dressing and grooming stations and a constant flux of people flowed in and out of their doors. A dedicated team of parents set out an impressive spread of breakfast food and drinks in the kitchen - all kinds of cereals, spreads, breads, fruit, yogurt, dairy and dairy free milks, tea, coffee. At the same time a lunch making station was set up in the school gym which boasted a similarly impressive display of delicious and nutrition looking food. Both stations were overwhelmed at once by a stream of busy, bustling, loud, happy, chatty children (and their parents too) over the course of about half an hour or less. I picked my way through the busy kitchen to eat my own breakfast amidst the chaos. I very much enjoyed the energy of the atmosphere around me and looked longingly at the delicious looking food I was surrounded by.

In what seemed like no time at all, the instructions came that all the decks had to be cleared for a quick concert in the gym. The Fiddleheads presented a short concert to the school children, and any other locals who may have been interested in attending as a thankyou for letting them use the venue. Then we hit the road for a three hour drive to Dawson city where the Fiddleheads would perform another concert virtually as soon as they arrived.

Now I realise I need to hurry a lot with my writing.

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theawkwardconfusedturtle96 · 7 years

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BREAKING NEWS

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9499595/chapters/23121486I FINALLY updated my Kent Parson fic! Next chapter is up. Hope y’all like it! :D

June 27, 2009 Las Vegas, Nevada. Less than twenty-four hours after his world began to shatter into pieces, Kent found himself all alone on a Friday morning in a large, bare, clinically sterile apartment right in the heart of Las Vegas, pressing his hands against the large bay windows as people bustled continuously along the Strip.

After the painfully long four rounds of drafting for the night, Kent had finally been allowed half an hour to say a tearful goodbye to his mother, stepdad, little sister and entire Italian extended family on both sides, and a broey but no less meaningful one to his New York neighbours and teammates before he was ferried away in a tinted, private car to the Montreal-Dorval International Airport and put on a late-night, red-eye flight to McCarran Airport. He was glad of the lack of gushing and the anonymity he got, as despite the fact that he knew that he would have to leave everyone he loved behind for this, he slowly began to realise the distance and lack of contact he would have with his small, loving circle. The images of his mom giving him the tightest hug he’d ever received from her, as tears flowed down both of their faces and wetting both his jersey and her best blazer, and her whispering into his ear in a broken voice ‘Just do your best and be happy, sweetie. That’s all you need to do to make us proud. You’ll always be the best to us no matter what’, before giving him a big kiss, and his stepdad trying but failing to control his tears, and saying ‘Knock ‘em dead, son’ before giving him a huge, manly hug, and his little sister not being able to say anything, but jumping on him and giving him numerous very wet and sloppy kisses, replayed in his mind the whole ride to the airport and the whole flight, interspersed with Bob’s radio silence and the memory of Jack lying, cold and unresponsive on the tiled, generic bathroom.

It was no wonder, then, that he cried silently the entire car ride and the majority of the flight, flicking through the photos and videos on his phone before falling into a fitful sleep.

Gently shaken awake by a sympathetic air hostess, Kent walked off the plane at a truly ridiculous time in the morning and into his new city in a strange, catatonic haze, which was only broken after he stepped out of the airport and was overcome with a searing wave of heat. Looks like we’re not in Kansas, anymore, Dorothy, he said wryly to himself, as he stepped into the taxi pre-hired for him and sped off to the apartment that management had procured for him, as he yawned and stared, wide-eyed at the landscape around him intermittently.

The taxi driver was very nice, and once Kent had reached his apartment block, he was given a pat on the shoulder and a business card pressed into his hand ‘in case you ever need anything, kid. This is a rough place for people as young as you’. Then they sped off, and Kent stared up at the seemingly never-ending high-rise block, wondering which level was level thirty and where his flat was.

After much swearing and walking up and down the corridor because the numbering in this ridiculous place was fucked up, Kent FINALLY found the door to his flat, and with a fair amount of trepidation, opened the door.

It was…..well, exactly what he expected and much better at the same time. Walking through, he noticed that it was a lot larger than he had anticipated. All the appliances were modern and the entire place just gave off the aura of being sleek and modern. The only thing was that it seems very….sterile. Granted, that was probably due to the fact that the place was completely bare, apart from his luggage and his hockey gear, and the larger than average single bed in the master bedroom, but still. It seemed empty, and devoid of any possibility of warmth and comfort. But, it was his, and in the end, that’s all that mattered.

Tired, cold, hungry and utterly spent emotionally from the events of the past day, Kent flopped onto the ledge of his giant living room window, so far one of his favourite parts of the place, and leaned against the glass, watching the . Briefly, he thought about what Zimms would have thought about this place, and about the city. After all, it was him who was supposed to be here, not little Kent, who has supposedly ‘ridden his coattails’ to success. He imagined that he wouldn’t have liked it very much. Or, at least, not more than Kent himself liked it at the moment.

On a sudden impulse, he checked his battered flip phone, which he was informed would soon be replaced with a brand new iPhone, a new invention by Apple. Despite his ten more messages and five more missed calls, there was nothing from Bob or Jack. Only a few texts from his family. Sighing, he quickly sent out a mass message to his family and friends that he was safe in his apartment which was greeted by smileys from his parents and requests for pictures from his friends and sister. He clicked one, and although the quality was, to be honest, utter trash, it received the most excited of reactions from everyone.

Smiling softly despite himself, Kent flopped into his bed and decided to take an untimely nap. He thought he deserved this one joy, at least.

He was awoken about five hours later by his phone blaring Britney at him. Expecting the best, he checked the call log excitedly, but it wasn’t Jack, or even Bob. He deflated, visibly. However, there were at least three or four missed calls from a variety of unknown numbers, followed by texts from these numbers all variations on the same theme of ‘Welcome to the Aces, rookie!’. Kent smiled again, unexpectedly, for the second time that day. This must be his new teammates, getting his number from the manager. Kent had no sooner replied to all of them then he was greeted with a loud knock on his door. Slowly opening it, he was immediately bowled over by at least five large, burly men all towering over Kent’s five-foot-ten frame.

Once he had recovered himself and gotten up off the floor, he was immediately enveloped in a huge group hug by these men before being installed in a circle on the floor, and his hands filled with boxes and boxes of food, toiletries and groceries, which he then methodically placed on his shiny new kitchen counter in a semi-orderly pile.

‘Hey, little Kenny, don’t you have any furniture yet?’, asked the tallest, which he’d previously been told was the captain of the Aces. Andy Dubrovnik, an American-born Russian, and the son of a famous KHL player, was only about thirty, one of the NHL’s youngest captains, and had been so since he was twenty-three. He was fast becoming one of the league’s rising stars, despite his age, and was probably one of the nicest hockey players in the league. But obviously, Kent didn’t know about THAT. Well at least, not yet, although he knew all his other stats.

Although he shuddered just a little bit at the nickname, Kent recovered and answered ‘No, cap. I only got here this morning, you see, and the flat was empty, and I’ve been asleep most of the day….so, yeah’. ‘You poor thing’, said Andy sympathetically. ‘All alone here in this empty flat after what you’ve been through’. Kenny started ‘How do you know about..’ but Andy cut him off, saying ‘Pretty much the whole hockey world knows about that by now. It’s all over the news, social media, everywhere. And of course we know, we were watching the draft online to see who’d we get. That’s why we came here as soon as we were told you got here. I remember how I felt when I first went to Montreal. It was horrible, and it wasn’t even too far away from my family. Anything you need, we’ll help you with. We’re a team, and we’re here for you’.

Kent was so touched by this that he unconsciously started crying again, sniffling suspicious before giving up and just wiping his eyes with his jersey. Luckily, another teammate had wisely brought a packet of tissues in his bag, and quickly got it out, giving it to Kent with a smile and a pat on the head. Kent gave him a weak smile back, before quietly saying, in a shaky voice ‘Thankyou all so much for this. I’m so glad all of you are here. I never expected any of this…I’m just…so grateful’. Andy gave him another quick squeeze, before booming ‘Alright, so now let’s have a proper introduction! Come, on, boys, speak up’, while everyone gave themselves a formal introduction to Kent, along with nicknames. The one who’d given him the tissues was Jeff ‘Swoops’ Troy, who turned out to be only a year older than him, another forward and unreasonably adorable to boot, and the others apart from Andy, who went by Dubs and was again, a forward, were Mischa ‘Kuzzy’ Kuznetsova, a defenseman, Leo ‘Lion’ Durand, the goalie and Oscar ‘Taylor’ Swift, another defenseman. After fairly demolishing much of the food (and soft drinks) that had been brought to Kent’s place, Kent now had a pretty fair working knowledge of the entire Aces roster, including coaching and management staff, and was feeling much less like a kicked puppy and much more like a teenager having a house party. They joked and laughed and gossiped, and at one point, someone put their phone into a docking system and they had a mini-karaoke and dance session, and Kent began to feel more and more like he’d been here forever.

After four hours, it had begun to get dark, and the lights on the Strip began to wink awake. It was a truly beautiful thing, and Kent, fascinated, sat on the floor admiring it for a long, long while before he was tugged along by his teammates on an impromptu Ikea trip since ‘you can’t live like this forever, man, you need to get some shit’. So, after an hour long trip, car filled to the brim and loud music playing the entire time with the windows down, an enjoyable classic Ikea lunch and a three hour shopping trip filled with the ridiculous shenanigans one could expect of five young and fun men, although Dubs tried many times to control their antics, Kent found himself in a cuddle pile on the floor back at home, with a truly ridiculous amount of furniture and cutlery all piled up in a corner of the living room, paid for with Kent’s first ever paycheck, ready to be assembled and placed in their proper places.

It was about ten minutes into this before Lion suddenly announced ‘MOVIE AND TAKEOUT TIME, GUYS!’, and the whole company bustled into ordering food, unpacking some of the cutlery and arguing fiercely over the best hockey movies of all time, while firing up their Netflix queues (how they brought their laptops here, Kent would never know), and within half an hour Kent found himself in a companionable swarm in front of Lion’s MacBook watching The Mighty Ducks, eating a slice of cheese pizza and laughing for what seemed like ages. It filled him with something he never thought he’d have again: hope. Something further compounded when Swoops, suddenly dropping his plate, proclaimed ‘Oh shit, Parson doesn’t have a nickname yet!’, and with the movie hurriedly paused, a loud and vehement discussion ensued, from which Kent was excluded apart from trialling suggestions.

Finally, after fifteen minutes of this, Dubs finally broke free and announced ‘Kent, on behalf of the Las Vegas Aces, we have formally decided that you’ll be henceforth called Parse! Apart from when you’re in trouble’, he said, winking.

Kent, well now Parse, smiled widely and nodded to give his assent, and the whole group erupted into cheers, before previously hidden alcohol was passed around to celebrate this.

Taking a half flute of champagne, Kent toasted, along with his group, to his new life, and as he sipped it, he tilted his head back and released a breath he didn’t realise he was holding.

Maybe things were going to work out for him here after all.

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