thering: (Doc285)
John Henry "Doc" Holliday ([personal profile] thering) wrote in [community profile] villagelogs2021-01-07 08:38 am

026 》sweet troubled man are you giving or taking?

characters: Malcolm, Neal, Negan, Raylan, Doc
location: 1306 Phillips Dr
date/time: day 26 morning
content: the reset Playstation button was pressed
warnings: tbd



After the strangeness of the past two nights they were likely fully expecting to awaken in the same strange, different, not-so-new anymore places they found themselves in in the past two days.

Instead everything seems to have reset, again. The three permanent residents and two guests are back in 1306, exactly where they had been two nights ago. Malcolm was in his own room, Neal was in Doc's and Negan in Raylan's master bedroom. The two displaced cowboys are downstairs sharing one too-small couch, a night of drinking culminating in fighting over couch space and who gets to be the bigger spoon.

The fire in the fireplace had gone out and their Winter 2020 Collection of bespoke lanterns have vanished, but nothing else seems to be awry.
tinstar: (sleepin)

[personal profile] tinstar 2021-01-09 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Clearly you missed train for murder. So long as none of us sprouted any holes," he rumbled in response with a bit of a groan as he pushed himself up onto his elbows to take a glance around the living room. Nothing seemed out of place - it hadn't been ransacked or shot up. Perks. With a sigh out his nose, Raylan shifted up to an upright position and tugged the throw blanket around his shoulders.

He'd woken up in what he'd gone to sleep in - jeans and his undershirt, but he would have liked his boots on, if there was anything up there listening; it was cold as shit.

"Wasn't dark where I was but the rest..." He took a deep breath and laid his head back, slouching into the couch. Nope, not ready to be upright, but he'd made it this far and he couldn't go back to laying down now. He might not get back up again.
tinstar: (my god)

[personal profile] tinstar 2021-01-10 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Raylan didn't doubt that. If he could have more than four people vying for his own murder at the same time in modern times, he could only imagine the damage he could have done 'back in the day'. So there was no telling how many people someone like Doc got in his wake.

Raylan grunted from his spot, happy to wait til later so everyone could hear it at once. There was nothing more irritating than having to repeat yourself again and again so everyone got the story. "Least you started with power, that's not nothin'," he said. Knowing Doc's issues as he does, waking up in the dark was probably worse than having to go back to it sans power.

At the question, Raylan took a deep breath and sighed it out. "Same as you - no holes, I've got all my limbs. I'm fine. Nothin' a few hours of not thinkin' about it won't fix." The things that disquited him only really disquited him when he was still and in his bed. That was many many hours away, so he'd deal with it then.

"Got myself a hellva hangover workin' up though. Whiskey's a fickle lady."
tinstar: (sleepin)

[personal profile] tinstar 2021-01-11 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
"I tried to bring some home for you, I promise," he replied, the exhaustion of everything in his voice as he watched Doc from his half lidded station. "Though between Constantine and I, we mighta drunk it all."

He wouldn't put it past them. Unmoving as Doc settled on the couch next to him, Raylan ruminated on the feeling of having the company that understood him without knowing everything about him. It was nice, their communication and he'd even argue that it was nice to have the fleeting contact. He'd long stopped keeping count, but his well was far from full.

"'m glad you're back," he mumbled after several minutes of them sitting there. He didn't have to say he was worried about Doc, that was implied in the statement. They weren't going to talk about how they'd woken up but that too, was implied in the statement.
tinstar: (In bed)

this work for transition?

[personal profile] tinstar 2021-01-11 01:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"Shuddup," Raylan grumbled back to all of it, but the edges of his lips curled.

Upstairs, they could both hear the shuffle of someone moving around, though it stopped after a second, earning only a glance up of Raylan's attention. "That scratchy shit better not start here too-"

But it was only Malcolm.