Travis Li Montgomery

Fandom Fire Station, Saturday

Sat, 08 Jul 2023 14:18:49 GMT

Travis knew what to expect when someone knocked on the fire station doors this morning. He'd been through this before, the dreams, the going out into the woods to touch a rock. And he'd prayed -- actually legitimately prayed for the first time in ages -- that this time he'd get to see Michael.

"Captain Herrera," he greeted when he saw who was standing there. "Welcome back. You're, uh. Not here alone, are you?"

"Of course not, Montgomery!" Pruitt gave him a tight smile. He gestured with his head at the man standing across the street. Travis looked up, hopes soaring --

". . . Chief Ripley."

"Travis," Pruitt said, clapping him on the shoulder as he stepped past him. "As my daughter might say: 'fix your face'. That's no way to greet your old friend."

"I told you this was a bad idea," Lucas said, crossing the street.

"Yeah, no, it's --" Travis sighed. "It's nice to see you, Chief."

Lucas pulled him into a tight hug. "Michael says hi."

Travis broke down, pressing his face into the other man's shoulder as he tried to keep from sobbing. "So does Vic."

[ooc: can be open, but I'll be AFK for a bit today, so for SLOOOOOWPLAY]

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On the way from Caritas to the fire station, Wednesday night

Thu, 27 Apr 2023 00:37:55 GMT

So Travis had made it out to the bar for his second Wednesday night in a row, which was practically a record for him. But there was maybe Something Going On right now, and he was Being Responsible, so he'd only had the one actually alcoholic shot and a few conversations before calling it a night.

And inviting a certain someone to walk him home, so they could have a chat without quite so many prying, not-fluffy-tailed eyes around.

"You know it's okay with me that you're not into anything serious, right?" Travis said. "Like. More than okay. I am also not here for anything serious either. We agreed on that."

[ooc: for Stark, pls]

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Fandom Fire Station, Saturday

Sat, 15 Apr 2023 16:21:11 GMT

Yes, last night had been Prom, and yes, Fandom tended to do a Thing the morning after Prom, and yes, Travis had been a Fandom resident for long enough to know and expect this. In his defense, Fandom had never before done that Thing to him specifically, so he'd had no reason to expect it to do it to him this year.

So he was going about his usual Saturday morning business of making himself an omelet and pondering the futility of the life of a firefighter in a town where fires very rarely ever really happened, with the added spice of guilt over feeling like an inadequate firefighter for getting himself injured the one time a real fire with people that needed saving had happened on his watch, none the wiser that anything out of the ordinary might be heading his way.

Probie, on the other hand, was pacing about on the alert. Dogs had a reputation for knowing when natural disasters were coming, and sometimes Fandom dogs had the ability to sense when Fandom Things were coming, too.

She just, you know, saw no real need to alert Travis to it right now. It didn't really seem like anything all that dangerous, if you asked her.

[for one, yes. And then maybe another. And likely SP because weekend.]

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Stark's apartment, Tuesday afternoon

Tue, 28 Mar 2023 21:16:08 GMT

Concussions really, really, really sucked.

Concussions when you didn't technically have an actual home and had been living in your fire station and as your not-a-boyfriend-shut-up-we-talked-about-it-and-agreed-we're-NOT-BOYFRIENDS pointed out fire stations are the opposite of restful and -- crap, where was that sentence going?

Right.

Concussions. Bad.

Anyway. Travis had been staying at Stark's, because Stark had said he should and Travis wasn't really in much shape to put up a fight at the moment because concussions really, really, really sucked. But at least Stark was doing his best not to hover -- mostly by spending as little time as possible in the apartment -- and Travis was doing his best not to be too boyfriend-y -- or tragic patient-y, he did not need those memories of the weeks recovering from the skyscraper with Grant, thanks -- by making his way from the bed to the couch every day when Stark went out.

Sometimes he just, you know, didn't make it all the way to the couch. It was fine. Floors were nice to sit on. And he could keep Probie company down here. Yeah, she could -- and did -- get on the couch with him too, but --

Floors were fine. He liked sitting on the floor. That was why he was sitting on the floor next to the couch and not on it. Not because he'd gotten dizzy and had to sit down abruptly and hadn't bothered to get up again yet.

. . . shut up.

[For the owner of said apartment, and likely slowplay. Woo!]

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Stark’s apartment, Tuesday evening

Tue, 06 Dec 2022 23:11:11 GMT

So. Travis had basically invited himself over to Stark’s this evening to — what. Break up with him? Go steady? He honestly wasn’t sure which. But he was sore this was a long overdue conversation and his previous habit of staying anxiously in a middle area waiting for shit to get real and fall apart wash actually, you know, healthy or functional. And his own damn parents had just broken up over — among other things — not communicating with each other.

So here he was. To communicate.

He’d brought beer, because it seemed polite. And Probie, because odds were good one or both of them was going to need an emotional support animal tonight.

He knocked on the door.

[for the anxious alien boy]

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Fire Station 19, Seattle, Washington, Thanksgiving

Tue, 22 Nov 2022 05:01:47 GMT

Travis stared at Vic, shaking his head. "I -- you -- you invited my parents?!"

"Not on purpose!" Vic protested. "I live at your house! Nari came to check on things and we were talking and I just happened to mention you and Stark were going to be here for dinner and you know I can't say 'no' to your mom."

"You didn't think that maybe I didn't want to introduce my --" Travis lowered his voice. "-- My alien sex amigo to my homophobic parents??"

"Sex amigo?" Vic asked, smirking. "Oh my god have you guys still not had the 'are we boyfriends' conversation yet?"

"Not the point!" Travis threw his arms in the air. "Ohhhh, this is going to be terrible. This is going to be so bad. . . ."

[for the sex amigo. Up early because holiday slowness, to be heavily adapted from 5x06 "Little Girl Blue"]

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Stark's apartment, Tuesday morning

Tue, 30 Aug 2022 15:53:58 GMT

Snuggling in bed with a handsome alien had become one of Travis's favorite past times. But unfortunately, waking up -- literally anywhere, really, but even with said handsome, snuggly alien -- continued to be one of his least favorite.

Because waking up always came with a fresh blast of pain over what should be a tired old loss. And after literally carrying around a physical reminder of that loss all day yesterday, Travis felt it even more keenly -- and more physically -- than most mornings.

He lay absolutely still, his eyes squeezed shut, and did his best to swallow it all back down. To breathe.

[ooc: for the handsome alien, and surely to be FULL OF EVEN MORE EMO]

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Stark's apartment, Monday afternoon

Mon, 25 Jul 2022 16:33:41 GMT

So. Travis had been caring for a koala since Friday evening. After attempting to koala-proof the fire station for approximately ten minutes (how the hell had Stark immediately managed to get himself to the top of the fire pole??), he'd decided that Stark-the-Koala would be happiest at home, and made use of his considerable firefighter skills to get him there.

He promised to replace your door later, Stark. Firefighters were not trained in subtle means of entry into locked rooms.

". . . Googling . . . eucalyptus cupcake recipes," he mused aloud as Stark clung to his bicep and chewed complacently on a sprig of potpourri. ". . . Pinterest, pinterest . . . 'Is it safe to decorate cupcakes with eucalyptus leaves'." He frowned. "'if the leaves are ingested there's heck to pay so.' You might be out of luck on that front, bud."

Stark-the-koala seemed unperturbed.

[for the expected, Stark's apartment broken into with permission!]

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Seattle, Wednesday

Wed, 24 Nov 2021 17:42:58 GMT

"I just think if you heard my side. . . ." Vic said.

Travis sighed, rolling his eyes to the ceiling. This was the trouble with renting your house to your best friend. (Former best friend? Was he really going to reject Vic forever over this?

Maybe.

No.)

( In which Travis and Vic have a very long day and never quite get around to cooking for Thanksgiving )

[NFI, NFB, OOC welcome. Adapted from ep 4x09, "No One Is Alone". Content note: references to drug addiction and ODs, and lots and lots of angry grieving and self-righteous yelling. But, you know, for catharsis reasons!]

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Seattle, Tuesday

Tue, 23 Nov 2021 21:45:33 GMT

"Holy shit," Travis said. "I — I mean, holy shit."

"Travis, stop." Vic shook her head sharply at him.

"Right. No. Sorry, I just — holy shit!"

"Trav!"

"Dr. Deluca's brother got --"

"Oh my god shut up!" Vic clapped her hand over Travis's mouth as they went into the station. "You can't just go around yelling stuff like that!"

( In which the violent death of an acquaintance's brother is actually the least dramatic thing to happen to Travis )

[season four was pretty mean to Travis, yes. NFB, NFI, OOC welcome. Content note for internalized homophobia and grief. Also, casual mentions of murder and human trafficking. DRAMATIC SHOW IS DRAMATIC.]

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Seattle, Friday

Fri, 19 Nov 2021 18:41:50 GMT

Something unknotted between Travis's shoulder blades as he walked through the front doors of Seattle Fire Department Station 19, something he hadn't been consciously aware of holding onto back in Fandom. He didn't know if it was the particular cleaner they used here, or some degree of humidity in the air, or maybe just the spices that Herrera always insisted they add to whatever it was they were cooking, the whole place just smelled like home.

Warren was working the reception desk, and his eyes lit up when he saw him, enough that Vic, who was perched on the edge facing away from the door, spun around.

"Oh, hello there, sir," she said, failing to hold back her smile. "Can we help you with something?"

"Oh yeah," Travis said. "I just thought I'd stop by because my, uh, my . . . fire alarm isn't . . . working — I'm not good at this!"

Warren chuckled as Vic launched herself off the desk and flung her arms around Travis.

"You're heeeeere! I thought you weren't coming home until next week!"

"I wasn't," Travis agreed. "But I wanted to surprise you."

( In which Travis gets literally hit in the face by the metaphorical nature of these sorts of shows )

[Welcome to part one my Thanksgiving speed-run through a very abbreviated Station 19 season 4! Adapted from 4x04, "Don't Look Back in Anger". NFB, NFI, OOC welcome.]

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Aid Car 19, streets of Seattle, Monday, Fandom time

Mon, 26 Jul 2021 22:02:49 GMT

"This is great, isn't this great?" Vic said, beaming over at Travis from the driver's seat. "I can't believe we actually talked Maya into letting you work a shift again."

"Mmhm." Travis frowned at his phone. Really, Grindr? He had one more night before heading back to Fandom, and this was what you were offering him for hookup material?

"I hope we get a grisly one." Vic drummed on the steering wheel. "I mean -- I'm not hoping someone's horribly injured, but not all of us were stuck in a mine for three weeks. I gotta catch up."

"You reeeeeally don't," Travis said. He held up his phone. "This guy's profile just says 'SNAKES'."

Vic looked. "Do you think that means he's interested in snakes as a hobby, or is he into snakes like men?"

"Does it matter?"

( In which Travis sees something horrible on grindr that will stay with him forever )

God but he'd missed this. So much.

[open to phone calls if anyone should want to call him. NFB due to distance. Adapted from Station 19 ep 4x01, "Nothing Seems the Same", with all the pandemic crap strippppped right out. . . .]

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OOC: this is 100% an excuse to try to get you guys to watch youtube clips

Thu, 06 May 2021 15:40:30 GMT

I'ma keep this short and sweet. You can read the original post if you wanna here!

( You can't call dibs on the puppy! )

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Fandom Fire Station living quarters, Wednesday morning

Wed, 10 Feb 2021 16:16:14 GMT

Travis first assumed the gym bag sitting on the floor of the station was a Safe Haven drop-off. It wouldn't be the first time someone left a baby in a bag at a fire station he was working at, after all. Putting one in a bag that read nothing special on the side seemed in poor taste, to say the least, but, well. People could be really terrible.

There was no baby in the bag, though. Just some basic, almost bland clothes in soft neutrals. (They looked, in fact, a lot like his own clothes. He wasn't going to examine that too closely.) Travis sighed, found a good-sized cardboard box, wrote "lost and found" on the side of it, and tossed the gym bag in. Then went to go back to his chores.

The messenger bag reading martyr complex had been left in the kitchen. This one contained fire safety manuals. It went into the box, too.

The large, military style duffel labeled generational internalized homophobia was too large for the box, so he shoved it into a closet.

Not once, in the process of all this, did he register the backpack reading dead husband slung over his own shoulders. . . .

[open, for sure!]

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Fandom Fire Station living quarters, Saturday evening

Sun, 31 Jan 2021 01:06:29 GMT

Travis flopped down onto the (still disturbingly musty) bunk in the Fire Station dormitory with a heavy sigh.

And his phone promptly started ringing.

He answered it without looking. "Hi Vic."

"Sooooo," Vic said. He could hear her grinning from three thousand miles away, and couldn't help but smile in return. "How are things in the land of crabs and Edgar Allen Poe?"

"You googled 'Maryland', didn't you."

"They are not known for much."

"It's … fine," Travis said, rolling over onto his stomach. "It's not fine. It's entirely possible I managed to take a job on some kind of island asylum."

".... Like a leper colony?"

"Like a leper colony. Only everyone's pretty instead of covered in sores."

"Okay, spill."

( Link drop ahoy! )

[mostly for linkdrop purposes, but can be open if anyone wants to stop by the station!]

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OOC: An info post sadly lacking in gifs

Wed, 27 Jan 2021 00:45:57 GMT

Which is not to say it doesn't have any. Just . . . most gifs I found in a quick google involve artfully cropped shower sex between two men, because the internet.

This is Travis! He's a very serious firefighter and trained EMT who definitely doesn't spend much of his screen time shirtless and in the shower. He's from Station 19, a spin-off of Grey's Anatomy (hence, you know, all the sex scenes), and as such hails from a city where far more interesting things happen on a daily basis -- but theoretically all within the bounds of regular old modern Earth science.

Theoretically.

Anyway. He's coming in before the superdepressing COVID plotline that is season four, to work at the fire station and despair at the state of Fandom's first response infrastructure. He is very gay, kind of a yuppie, and likely to start rediscovering his inner drag queen. And he is judging you all. So hard.*

* no but really, this guy can be very judgey and passive aggressive, so FYI his IC opinions are not indicative of the mun's OOC opinions, like, ever.

I think this is where I ask for questions and/or pie?

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Voicemail

Tue, 26 Jan 2021 21:31:12 GMT

"You've reached Travis Montgomery, Fandom Fire Department. If this is an emergency, please hang up and dial 911. If not, leave your name, phone number, and a brief message after the tone. Thanks."

*beep!*

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