The Rocky Bits out behind Hannibal's house, Wednesday afternoon/evening

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The island had been strange today, flickering and moving. Hannibal suspected most of the people were staying close to the village - those who remembered enough to, anyway. He'd been there earlier himself, but his own safe place was what used to be his home. There were spells on it, apparently - he'd forgotten as much himself, but Jono had reminded

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[kintsukorosu]

Something's happening. Hannibal came closer to where Jono was; he was careful of the rocks, careful of speaking out loud and drawing the attention of other things, but he'd never been careful or worried about Jono and he wasn't about to start now.

[alreadyhollow]

//Something is,// Jonothon agreed, his body unfolding until he was standing at his full height, towering over Hannibal as the man approached him. //Things are changing. There's... more. Off and on. Moments of more. Come, sit and watch with me.//

It was quite something, really. There were moments of daylight, even through the fog.

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Hannibal reached out to steady himself against Jono's leg as he found a place with a good view below. What is it?Can you tell?

He'd almost forgotten what daylight looked like, though whether that was his memory or natural human lapse, he wasn't sure.

[alreadyhollow]

//My best guess? The island is doubling up on itself,// Jono offered, waiting for Hannibal to get comfortable before shifting himself about to sit again. //There are extras out there. More people than I've felt in ages. And familiar ones.//

Ones that hadn't been minds at all, for the longest time.