026 》sweet troubled man are you giving or taking?

[thering]

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.

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[thering]

It's an odd little... slightly irrelevant revelation? Doc seems a little puzzled, eyebrows furrowed as he tips his head to one side a bit.

"Name a man in this house who has not done anything regrettable and I would prove you wrong. If you stole from me a hundred and fifty years ago I would have shot and killed you faster than you could say your own name," Doc concedes. He wouldn't have hesitated back then, too. If he did he would be the one dead in the streets.

"But you showed up three days ago needing help. You did not steal from us. You have stolen, in the past. You have also drawn, you cooked, you read. That could make you a thief, an artiste, a chef, or a frontier history aficionado. I do not have the privilege of defining the man I am. History has made me a gunslinger, a gambler, a dentist, a vagabond. My legacy has been set in stone. I would not rob you of such a privilege, to decide the kind of man you are today."

[conning]

Neal has absolutely nothing to say.

It's a first. He's not sure how Peter would react to it. Probably give Doc some kind of award.

Peter, who hasn't decided yet whether he's testifying for or against Neal at his commutation hearing. Neal fumbles for a moment, trying to find a way to break the silence.

"You can't mean that." He doesn't know how to handle this. "I've robbed palaces. Broken into embassies. I've been on crews with murderers, had a partner execute our third man right in front of me. I lie, all the time. All the time. Even when I tell the truth. I counterfeited ancient Egyptian manuscripts just because I felt like confusing some historians. I replaced the Mona Lisa with a fake. They still haven't noticed that one. You don't know me. I don't even know me any more."

[thering]

Doc is pretty certain this is what they mean by being on different wavelengths. Neal has him thinking that in another life he could have made for a half-decent priest with this onslaught of confessions tumbling out of Neal's lips. He's not even sure where to start or how to make sense of half of these admissions.

Raising both hands in surrender, Doc leans back a bit and smiles.

"I was not questioning your prowess as a thief, or an artist. Or your-- relationship with Miss Lisa." That was Mona's last name, wasn't it? "All I am saying is, if being branded a thief is what you want on your headstone then I would respect that. But if you would rather be known for something else while you are here, then so it shall be. We have been here for some time, and we will likely continue to be here for some time. You have all the time and the space you need to get to know yourself and decide."

[conning]

The look Neal gives Doc is a little lost, still. He clears his throat, and suddenly anywhere in the room but the cowboy seems downright fascinating.

"Sorry. It's been. A long couple of days."

As though that explains anything at all.

[thering]

"It has been," he confirms. It might or might not explain why Neal is looking at him like he's grown another head but Doc will accept it anyway. Strange things have happened back home and here he has tried to land on his feet, so that he has his hands free to help the others who might be struggling. He's not sure this is something he can help with outright but he will answer any questions as best he can and just be around as much as possible, do what he can.

"Did you want to go upstairs? Get some more rest?"

[conning]

Neal squirms very slightly, clearing his throat. "Actually, uh. There's someone I wanted to check in with first. A woman I was with at the Gull, Daisy Johnson. She had a rougher time than me, and I want to make sure she's okay."

[thering]

"Oh, yes of course. Since you are visiting Miss Johnson, could you pass her a couple of rolls of bandages?" It has been a while since he'd checked in on her. His relief at her coming back from her disappearing act hadn't translated well in the heat of the moment and he hasn't spoken with her since. "I will bring them to you. She... had hurt her arms, previously. She may need them again." He's not sure how much Neal knows about the... vibrating thing? In either case it is up to her to share what she feels comfortable sharing with Neal.

[conning]

"Yeah, definitely. She... had it rougher than I did, while we were stuck. Didn't help her arms, that's for sure." Neal isn't sure how much Doc knows, either, and well. After Daisy told him about her own experiences with being called a monster, he's not about to let that slip. "I'm sure she'll appreciate it."

[thering]

"If you are returning in a few hours' time there shall be food." That's the thing about housemates. People start doing outrageous things like cooking your share and thinking about you.

"Otherwise we might see you tonight." It is unlikely that anyone will be staying in for the whole day after spending two days cooped up indoors. But with five people, at least one person should be around at any one time, and no doubt they'll be working on a better setup than two cowboys spooning on the couch tonight.

[conning]

It takes him off-guard. The thought of someone else cooking. Even though Raylan did it this morning, too. That was different. This morning he was a guest.

"Yeah... yeah. I'll be back one way or another." Neal shakes his head.