{"version":"1.0","type":"rich","provider_name":"Acast","provider_url":"https://acast.com","height":250,"width":700,"html":"<iframe src=\"https://embed.acast.com/$/69a1c67f1432e4060341e296/69f0102542ac2dba6846c305?\" frameBorder=\"0\" width=\"700\" height=\"250\"></iframe>","title":"S01 E03 - Confab at the Cuckoo's Nest","thumbnail_width":200,"thumbnail_height":200,"thumbnail_url":"https://open-images.acast.com/shows/69a1c67f1432e4060341e296/1777339994743-cf0c1ea3-3384-4a7a-a916-e13e6c21eeab.jpeg?height=200","description":"<h2><u>Find us where we live!</u></h2><h3><a href=\"https://discord.gg/S7UTzcCV\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\" target=\"_blank\">The Latchkey Lair </a>: come hang out on Discord and chat up all of our weiros</h3><h3><a href=\"https://patreon.com/roleforsanity?utm_medium=unknown&amp;utm_source=join_link&amp;utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&amp;utm_content=copyLin\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\" target=\"_blank\">Patreon</a>: Help support the show and get access to exclusive drops</h3><h3><a href=\"https://open.acast.com/networks/694461b289ee5e06fd94dab9/shows/69a1c67f1432e4060341e296/episodes/www.roleforsanity.com\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\" target=\"_blank\">Role For Sanity</a>: The OG homepage for Echoes and anything else we feel like making</h3><h3><a href=\"https://www.facebook.com/echoesunderashwood\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\" target=\"_blank\">Echoes under Ashwood Facebook</a>: We're Gen-X, we still use Facebook</h3><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><strong>Episode 3 - “The Cuckoo’s Nest”</strong></p><p><br></p><p>Amy’s instructions lead them to the Cuckoo’s Nest, a place none of them expected to return to and one that no longer resembles what it once was. In the 1970s it was the center of everything. Music, light, movement, a place where people went to be seen. Now it has settled into something smaller and worn down, a dive that feels like it stayed open out of habit rather than purpose.</p><p><br></p><p>Still, a table is waiting for them. No one questions how. Inside, the air feels thick with time that never fully passed. The walls are covered in layered collages of Ashwood’s past, photographs stacked and overlapping in no clear order. Generations of faces stare out from dim corners and warped frames. Some are familiar. Many are not.</p><p>And some should not exist. Among the images are moments that never happened. Versions of events that feel close enough to be real, but wrong in ways that are hard to explain. The five of them recognize themselves in a few of the photographs, but not the way they remember. Not where they remember. It is subtle, but unmistakable.</p><p><br></p><p>The Nest is not just displaying history. It is editing it.</p><p><br></p><p>Matt Russell owns the place now. He is quieter than they remember, more contained. The kind of presence that blends into the room while still knowing exactly what is happening inside it. He does not seem surprised to see them, and he does not offer more than he has to. When they begin asking questions about Amy, about the town, about anything that might explain why they have been brought back, his answers stay just out of reach. Enough to keep them engaged. Never enough to give them ground. The conversation circles without landing. Others arrive.</p><p><br></p><p>Chuck drifts in like he never left town, carrying the same unpredictable energy that used to make him easy to dismiss. He talks too much, laughs at the wrong moments, and drops fragments of insight that feel uncomfortably close to something real. It is hard to tell if he knows more than he should or if he has simply been here long enough to stop questioning what the town does.</p><p><br></p><p>Tina appears with a different kind of weight. Confident, practiced, and deliberate. She watches more than she speaks, inserting herself only when it matters. There is a familiarity to her that feels curated, as if she is choosing which version of herself they are allowed to see. Neither of them seems surprised that the five of them are together. As the night settles in, the group begins to feel the limits of what they can get from this place. Every question leads somewhere incomplete. Every answer suggests something larger without revealing it.</p><p><br></p><p>The Nest holds pieces of the past, but not in a way that clarifies anything. If anything, it deepens the uncertainty.Amy reserved this table for a reason.</p><p>But whatever she wanted them to find here is not obvious. Not yet. When they finally step back out into Ashwood, the feeling from earlier has changed again. It is no longer distant or observational. It feels engaged. As if something has taken notice of their movement through the town and is beginning to respond.</p><p><br></p><p>The Cuckoo’s Nest does not give them answers. It gives them contradictions.</p><p>And for the first time since they arrived, the possibility begins to form that Amy did not bring them back to uncover the truth.</p><p>She brought them back because they are already part of it.</p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><strong>Opening Song \"Home-grown\" written and performed by Sadie Baimel </strong></p><p><strong>Show is written, edited, and produced by James Altwies</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>Cast: </strong></p><p><strong>Bex Lexington / Carrie Harris </strong></p><p><strong>Dawn McBride / Angela Edwards </strong></p><p><strong>Harry Glassman / Grant Gleisner </strong></p><p><strong>Lance McClane / Gregg Baimel </strong></p><p><strong>Oz Hannigan / Art Pratt and Davis Edwards </strong></p><p><strong>Keeper / James Altwies </strong></p>","author_name":"James Altwies "}