Post by Marshall Quatrevaux on Aug 6, 2013 13:29:26 GMT -5
*Open to Jung staff, Jung inpatients and outpatients, or Quatrevaux/Constant family. Or anyone who can give me a good reason for being on Jung's highly-secure grounds.
And my ears hear the call of my unborn sons
And I know their choices color all I've done
But I'll explain it all to the watchman's son,
I ain't ever lived a year better spent in love
And my ears hear the call of my unborn sons
And I know their choices color all I've done
But I'll explain it all to the watchman's son,
I ain't ever lived a year better spent in love
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It would be a mistake to say that things had been quiet. Work at Jung had been quiet, certainly. Their usual patients remained, plus their outpatients and a few new additions to their roster, and they all seemed to be getting better or at least stabilizing. A few had come and gone as well, the shorter-term patients that had grief or more temporary problems that had driven them into the depths of depression. As for their work beyond the Facility itself, it was going exceptionally well. Khalidah was leading the way in that, with Nireva, Irma, Crystalynn, and a number of others assisting, while he and Jessica managed the daily operations back home. It was a decent arrangement, as these things went.
His life at home could not have been better. He was engaged to the love of his life, and they were taking care of their adopted daughter, who seemed to be growing accustomed to her new surroundings well. He had recovered from his second car accident in as many years, and fortunately this car had not been totaled, though it had needed considerable repairs. His family back in New Orleans and elsewhere all seemed well also, although his brother Wesley still seemed to have a considerable hatred for their half-brother, Gabriel Constant. But the Quatrevauxes were fine, and ecstatic to know that Marshall was going to marry; and the Constants, though he heard from them less often, seemed to be making a good deal of progress. Their daughters were growing up, and Gabriel's part-acquisition of Ark Industries was probably a really good deal, aside from all the public hatred toward that particular corporation.
In short, Marshall could hardly have been happier. It was probably evident all over the Facility. While he had never really been a grouch, he was sure he was being friendlier overall, and more relaxed, more at peace with himself, and there was no shortage of people who could see that. At least they were mostly cognizant enough to keep their speculations to themselves or behind closed doors. He and Jessica would announce their engagement when they were ready to, and they would marry when they were ready to as well.
He was walking along one of the paths in the gardens. Those gardens happened to be colorful and well-maintained, and even on his lunch breaks or just before or after work, he would walk along and think, or sometimes converse briefly with any patients or coworkers that might be doing the same, or with Jessica if their schedules happened to coincide. Neha Kulkarni, one of the long-term patients, was sitting on one of the surprisingly comfortable benches, but she was reading and humming to herself, and so Marshall did not disturb her. Besides, his thoughts were beginning to wander to unexpected places.
He wondered about Sammie, first, and whether she missed her family. Which led to him thinking about her new family, himself and Jessica. And that led to imagining how she would get along with her new extended family, out in New Orleans and Hawaii. He knew his own family would be a little wary of Sammie at first, and Sammie as well, but for some reason he imagined she would get along with Alexandria very well.
And that led to thoughts about Alex and Gabe's daughters, Athena and Demeter; and how Sammie would react to having a brother or sister of her own…. in time. They had plenty of time, or so it seemed. Something - his ability, somehow - told him things would not be this quiet for long. There was a sense of entropy around him - there always was, as part of the natural inclinations of nature and the world - but this was different. Unnatural.
That thought had occurred to him before, and he preferred not to linger on it.
His hands tucked into his pockets, he turned to look behind him. That was a little symbolic, because now he was thinking about where the path had taken him. Not the path under his feet, but a less physical one. From joining the staff at Jung, to here, to so many things he hadn't expected.
With a smile to himself, he turned again and continued his stroll.
His life at home could not have been better. He was engaged to the love of his life, and they were taking care of their adopted daughter, who seemed to be growing accustomed to her new surroundings well. He had recovered from his second car accident in as many years, and fortunately this car had not been totaled, though it had needed considerable repairs. His family back in New Orleans and elsewhere all seemed well also, although his brother Wesley still seemed to have a considerable hatred for their half-brother, Gabriel Constant. But the Quatrevauxes were fine, and ecstatic to know that Marshall was going to marry; and the Constants, though he heard from them less often, seemed to be making a good deal of progress. Their daughters were growing up, and Gabriel's part-acquisition of Ark Industries was probably a really good deal, aside from all the public hatred toward that particular corporation.
In short, Marshall could hardly have been happier. It was probably evident all over the Facility. While he had never really been a grouch, he was sure he was being friendlier overall, and more relaxed, more at peace with himself, and there was no shortage of people who could see that. At least they were mostly cognizant enough to keep their speculations to themselves or behind closed doors. He and Jessica would announce their engagement when they were ready to, and they would marry when they were ready to as well.
He was walking along one of the paths in the gardens. Those gardens happened to be colorful and well-maintained, and even on his lunch breaks or just before or after work, he would walk along and think, or sometimes converse briefly with any patients or coworkers that might be doing the same, or with Jessica if their schedules happened to coincide. Neha Kulkarni, one of the long-term patients, was sitting on one of the surprisingly comfortable benches, but she was reading and humming to herself, and so Marshall did not disturb her. Besides, his thoughts were beginning to wander to unexpected places.
He wondered about Sammie, first, and whether she missed her family. Which led to him thinking about her new family, himself and Jessica. And that led to imagining how she would get along with her new extended family, out in New Orleans and Hawaii. He knew his own family would be a little wary of Sammie at first, and Sammie as well, but for some reason he imagined she would get along with Alexandria very well.
And that led to thoughts about Alex and Gabe's daughters, Athena and Demeter; and how Sammie would react to having a brother or sister of her own…. in time. They had plenty of time, or so it seemed. Something - his ability, somehow - told him things would not be this quiet for long. There was a sense of entropy around him - there always was, as part of the natural inclinations of nature and the world - but this was different. Unnatural.
That thought had occurred to him before, and he preferred not to linger on it.
His hands tucked into his pockets, he turned to look behind him. That was a little symbolic, because now he was thinking about where the path had taken him. Not the path under his feet, but a less physical one. From joining the staff at Jung, to here, to so many things he hadn't expected.
With a smile to himself, he turned again and continued his stroll.
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