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Salmon Run

A HEFTY VOICE MESSAGE FROM LOUISE CARRIGAN TO HER WIFE, ANNE DAVIS, FALL 17770.

Immortality’s a funny thing. I think—I think I forgot how to struggle. Before us, I mean. You know, back home in Alaska. Yeah, of course there was always some kinda crap, but mostly it was the same stuff day-in-day-out. I’d go to work in the morning and leave work in the afternoon. My job was important, sure, but I’d been doing it so long it just felt like busywork. The day I got my position, though, it felt good. That was what, almost sixteen thousand years ago? Way before we met... Isn’t that crazy? I lived almost a hundred and sixty lifetimes before I met you. It definitely didn’t feel like it.

Anyways, on with the message—sorry, this one’s gonna be a devil to listen to. Tell your brother I say hi, by the way! I’m only about 9 hours to Asheville now. Might be a tad more, ‘cause the truck tire just popped. You know, it was just some nail lying about on the road. And the thing is, the roads here are real nice! Wonder what that nail was a part of…

ANYWAYS, for real this time, I was finally doing something to give back to the environment. Lord, we really fucked everything up. When I took the job, the chinook runs were really bad. I mean, so many of those salmon were dying during the run or before the run and it was just hell at the fishery. It got better, of course. It all got better, but then there wasn’t this constant stress anymore. After a while they were fine. Still needed management, but it wasn’t as crazy as it used to be. No more fighting with the fishermen ‘cause they didn’t live off of it, you know. Most of the people who fished then were just hobbyists and families—didn’t need much management then. So I went to work and I picked up any book I had lying around the house. This was before I went to college for the first time, so it was just everything I had from high school.

So I started reading Catcher in the Rye, you know, with Holden Caulfield and that hunting hat of his? And I was reading it at work and he said something that kinda snapped me out of everything. He said, “mothers are all slightly insane.” And you know what, that really got me thinking. My mom had been gone a while and I’d been at peace with it a while, too. There were hard days and there will always be hard days, but what I really missed was something she used to do when I was in high school. You know how much of a shit I was then, I took nothing seriously, and you know, she’d always tell me, “God’s watching, Louise.” It wasn’t in too serious a tone, but man, she said it all the damn time. And whenever I fumble one of your absolute dimes, I hear her in my head, going “God’s watching, Louise.” And she had that real thick Appalachian accent too—if you thought mine was bad, you shoulda met her. And I’d tell her right back, “Oh I know he’s watching. Bet he’s cracking up watching me stumble ‘cross the field.”

Anyways, back then when I worked at the fishery, I never did anything that would make her say that. Nothing that was crucial—you know, critical, in-the-moment stuff that God would wanna be watching. I had so much time there. I still have so much time here. And so one day I went out to one of the rivers and I looked at all the salmon, swimming upstream and strugglin’ forever against the current. And I said to myself, I wanna do that. I wanna feel anxious again. I wanna be embarrassed again. I want to trip over my own shoelaces in the middle of the big game.

And it’s kinda funny, cause after that happens, you’re like, “good Lord Above, I never wanna experience that ever again.” But it’s a lie, cause when things get too good, then they’re not good anymore, you know? And I guess that why we do it. Why I keep going back to college even though school’s always my least favorite thing in the whole wide world. And why I keep trying new sports even though the only one I’m good at is that damned football. Hey, I mean, hockey’s fun, but Christ am I a crap skater.

And I guess most important, it’s how I met you—Lord do I remember that! Spillin’ my water and all that fuss. Damn near our whole relationship was swimming upstream, you know that? But shit if it wasn’t worth it. Everything was worth it. I mean, I’ll probably use that radiochemistry knowledge somewhere…

Well, I don’t even know what I’m talking about anymore. I was just thinking and didn’t want to forget anything. But now I’m rambling again. Sorry bout that. Lord, now this thing’s gonna be like an hour long. I’ve gotta quit while I’m ahead. Love you, babe. See you tomorrow.

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Oopsy daisy I forgot to post this over here last night! no color or shading because I dont have time for it

a chat about change

i’m normal about this

get a ROOM you two GEEZ!

Davesport headcanons (because I'm so insanely normal about them)

Decided to do this ! For no real reason but alas ! A lot of these are taken or used in things I've written, so if you recognise some of 'em then that's where they came from.

The most infamous dsaf headcanon ever: hair./silly I imagine Dave had hair when he died, long and a deep purple, and he eagerly maintains it to prevent it from decaying as much. Jack learnt how to braid because of Dee, and has braided Dave's hair on a few occasions. His hair in the flipside is darker than it is in reality, especially during dsaf 3, because it resembles a less decomposed version of himself. Jack has a buzzcut, he died bald because hairless is an easy hairstyle to maintain, especially when you've got a six year old sister to take care of. It just barely managed to grow before his body started decaying and is rather patchy. Their hair also represents some aspects of their character: Dave clinging onto his hair and its fleeting liveliness resembles how he clings to the past and Henry's legacy, whereas Jack exhibits none of those behaviors and is instead focused on putting things back together, along with his promise which all lie in the future. 

Dave sometimes stops breathing entirely when he sleeps, since he technically doesn't have to do it to live considering his physicality. The first time this happened in Vegas Jack freaked out, he's since gotten accustomed to it and doesn't jump anymore when Dave goes limp in his arms.

Dave's scared of thunderstorms, I imagine he'd hide from heavy rain as a kid and the loud thunder and harsh lightning terrified him, which persisted into adulthood. Usually he manages to handle it well, but there’s been times where Jack found him under his bed or in his closet. 

Dave gets slightly and subconsciously intimidated when Jack waves any sort of tool around too much; it reminds him of Henry. Jack caught on at some point from the way he seemed to go uncharacteristically quiet, and has since minded how he handles his tools. 

They fight a lot, Dave was never taught affection and Jack very rarely expresses it because his emotional palate is repressed and slightly altered considering the whole soulless ordeal. The closeness of violence is a way to achieve affection for them, and patching each other afterward is also a sign of love. It got out of hand once and Dave died, they've been more careful since. 

Dave cradles Jack’s head to his chest with a hand on the back of it when they cuddle (which they do in my mind). It's a subconscious instinct to protect him that comes from a place of care, Jack accidentally woke up in that embrace a few times and finds it endearing. 

Somewhat canon but Dave was the one to bash Jack's teeth out, Dave managed to scramble for- and still has one of the teeth; he thinks of it as a trophy and keeps it separately from the box. I personally imagine it happened in one of the aforementioned Vegas fights instead of the handcrank, and in good routes he did it himself when he was drunk and miscalculated the distance between the bottle and his teeth. In the context of Dave having done it though: it happened because Dave's accustomed to himself being treated without regard for his safety so he accidentally mimics this towards Jack, which is how he knocked them out. He was more careful after that but because of his many deaths his motor skills are decreased, and this still leads to accidents sometimes. 

Both Jack and Dave have nightmares, both about the springlock accidents and Dave also about the experiments, nights where he woke up to see his own stomach open, etc. Each of them can tell when the other is dreaming from the way they move in their sleep. 

That's currently all I can conjure... Might add onto this another time:]

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