Jon pets The Admiral
Convo between Georgie and Jonathan
Jon Today at 5:56 PM
Hey, know it’s been a while. And last time I was kinda a jerk. I’m sorry and I’d like to apologize better than through text, But um are you busy right now? I kinda just need someone right now?Jon Today at 5:59 PM
Never mind, sorry for that last text I’m just overthinking.Georgie Today at 6:04 PM
When has Mr. Jonathan Sims ever over thought something?? And you are fine to come over. I was putting off cooking, so you can be my valid reason to get takeout. Admiral sends an invite as well.
[[photo attachment send of The Admiral curled adorably in his bed, staring into the camera with a paw stretched.]]
Georgie Today at 6:07 PM
Are you okay? Do you need me to meet you anywhere?Jon Today at 6:09 PM
I’m Okay. I’ll fill you in when I get there. I’m about 20 minutes away. If you want to order food it’s on me. Just get me whatever. Here is the card info.
[photo attachment of credit card info]
Georgie Today at 6:10 PM
JONATHON SIMS Do realize how not safe it is to send your credit info like this! Also how hungry are you?
Jon looked at his phone, wanting to say famished, but that was the wrong kind of hunger. He didn’t feel human hunger, but his body must still have the human habits still right? He should probably make sure to eat. Worse comes to worst, he enjoys the taste of food. When even was the last time he ate?
Jon Today at 6:12 PM
I’m not worried. It’s my work card. My employer can deal with it if anyone hacks our phones. Also mildly hungry, but feel free to go to town if you want leftovers.Georgie Today at 6:50 PM
food’s here, where you at?Georgie Today at 7:10 PM
I swear, if you are running away again I will show up at your flat with some choice words.
Or I don’t know, I’ll send your coworkers pictures from uni.Jon Today at 7:12 PM
Sorry. I’ll explain when I get there. Close
[[Photo attachment of a street sign near her place]]
Georgie Today at 7:12 PM
Good. foods gunna be cold.
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There was a knock at Georgie’s door, and the Admiral seemed to race her to the door. She opened it to a very tired looking Jon.
“Hi George, it’s nice to see you again.” Jon raised a hand to wave, but before he could even wave, she had pulled him in.
“Come on, we can chat over food.” She booked it into the kitchen counter where there was a large variety of food set out. She smiled at him handing him a plate. “It’s good to see you too.”
The Admiral rubbed Jon’s leg with a purr. “It’s good to see you too, Sir. Pets after I get some food in me.” The cat let out a merow and left Jon be.
“Aw, it’s like he understood.” Georgie’s plate was full and she started to make her way to the couch in the other room.
Jon followed her example, but getting much less food. Little bit of everything though.
“So, wanna talk about it, or wait till after we eat.” She questioned as Jon sat next to her.
“I… hm now that I’m here, I’m not even sure where to begin.” Jon poked at his food.
“Well, you could start with why 20 minutes took near an hour, or with what happened that you were overthinking?”
“The late thing is a bit easier maybe? Time has been...hard for me recently. Which I guess links into the grander thing?” He took a deep breath like he was preparing for something big. “This is going to be really hard to say, and I know I’m going to miss all the key points on the first try, but please trust me when I say I really don’t want to get you involved, I just don’t know where else to turn, and I know I don’t deserve your help with this, but-”
“Jon, breathe.” She put her plate on the coffee table, and one hand on his. Giving him her full attention. “I’m here to listen to help you out. After you lay out the facts, I’ll decide if I want to get involved, and even if I don’t, I’m not going to kick you out. We will just watch something. Is that okay?”
Jon inhaled and nodded. “Okay. Um... So my boss wants to feed all of humanity to a fear god, and I was forced into his cult when accepting my job and am inadvertently helping him with his plans by just existing?” Jon winced at that last part like it was painful to say.
Georgie picked her plate up and started eating. They both waited for a moment before she finished her bite. “Go on?”
“You believe me with just that?”
“You remember what I do right?” she pointed to an award for her podcast that hung proudly on the wall. “I pass no judgment without proper facts.”
“Right. Okay, so I guess the best way to elaborate on this is supernatural entities exist in a very unfriendly way, and I got promoted to Head Archivist at the Magnus Institute, and it tied me to one of them. I was only promoted because I was terribly underqualified for the job, which my boss was planning on from the start. And well, I hate to admit it, but the plan was very well done, and he succeeded in feeding humanity to the fear gods, only something ended up happening and I undid it all. Then I woke up in his office signing the contract around 2 years before his plan succeeded?” Once again he paused to gauge Georgie.
“Hmmm. That a lot to take in, but okay. Seems like it’s pretty simple version. I’m assuming there is more?”
“How are you just accepting this? even I would think I was crazy if it were from the side effects of all this.”
“Well, It sounds a little too crazy to make up, plus I know you. And with the mentioning of side effects right now, I’m sure you’ve got some sort of proof?”
Jon nodded. “In the process of his plans, I became something not human? And whatever I did to fix everything, didn’t undo what I became. The first time around, I didn’t start to really see changes for another year or so yet. I guess the best proof is that I can make anyone answer questions, and Know things I shouldn’t.”
“Bet that would be handy to have as a reporter rather than an, archivist was it?“ Georgie continued after Jon nodded. “So what kinda proof you got that you can show me? Go ahead and ask me something or tell me something?”
Jon paused for a moment. He could tell her about her encounter, but that sounds too personal, but then he could ask what he had the first time around, cause that convinced her. The thought of hearing a repeat answer didn’t seem to look all that appealing. Maybe a different question. “How about, What is one thing you would never willingly tell anyone about your show?“
“My first season finale, I'd exaggerated some of the findings to make it more interesting because I couldn't find a good enough topic for finale material. Oh god.” She covered her mouth slightly taken back.
Jon nodded looking a little guilty.
“Who woulda known Jonathon Sims, skeptic extraordinaire would become spooky.”
“Why spooky. There are so many other words, why must it be spooky???” Georgie grinned as the look of annoyance covered the guilt on his face.
“Sorry I don’t make the rules. How about we watch something and you can fill me in with more details. “
“That sounds like it would be nice.”
Georgie clicked on her tv to find something for background noise. “So, you know all the spoilers Mr. time traveler?”
“Nope. Never watched much of anything.”
“Lame.”
The two of them watched some cooking thing, did a little bit more catching up about normal things in between him giving her a rundown of the fears, and apologized for knowing about her encounter. She wasn’t all the upset since it seemed like future her had trusted him with it, so she was cool with that.
After a few hours of talking passed, Geargie stretched a bit and got from the couch, leaving Jon and the Admiral behind. “Well, I think that was enough learning about how messed up reality is. You good hanging out with the fuzzy sir while I work on some editing? You are welcome to stay the night if you want to continue talking tomorrow, and maybe figuring out how we can make that boss of your’s regret living.”
“You are...just going to get involved? It’s dangerous, I shouldn’t have”
“No, Jon. Look. Obviously, I’m not going to go monster hunting with you or whatever you got to do, but I’m a friend, and honestly, kinda curious myself about this mess you got yourself into.” She flicked his forehead. “Trust me, I’ll bail first sign of it being too much. Till then, I’m here for you.”
“So tomorrow we are going to...?”
“Plot like villains in children’s cartoons. It’ll be fun.“
Jon sent a text message to his assistants that read:
“Sorry for the late night text, I’m not feeling great, so taking tomorrow off. Don’t bother coming in cause there will be nothing to do. I’ll make sure you are still paid.”
Then sent a message to Elias.
“Archives are going to be closed tomorrow. You will be paying us for it.”
Jon got a cat nuzzling him in the face after he put his phone down. The purrs lulled him to sleep within minutes.