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villagelogs2021-01-07 08:38 am
thering) wrote in 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.
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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"And I searched pretty thoroughly. I had to... look for some things."
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"We'll have to keep our eyes out," he continued, nodding faintly before he turned around to pull down three cups and pour out for all of them, walking over Doc and Malcolm's cups together before getting his own. "After breakfast. I got a feelin' all of us could use a little protein."
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Turning over his shoulder, he checks the floor just in case. Maybe he had dropped it upstairs?
"1872 was the date on the oldest photo... you didn't see one on the ground, did you?" Maybe the house... took it back, somehow.
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He looked between them. Maps and photos.
"You guys saw... new maps and photos?"
He'd been in a location that fellow captives had been combing since before he arrived.
"What... sort of maps and photos?"
omg *trackpants*
"Just maps and dates and keys for me. Oldest was 1701 to 1801." He looked over at Malcolm. "One of the studies in the mansion had a.. I'd call it drawin' room more than a study, but it had four maps surrounded by twelve skeleton keys. I didn't recognize anything on the maps, but.. They said Mathis Township," he explained before looking over at Doc.
"What was the picture of?"
someone take the lululemons away
"Map of the town as it has changed over the years, I suppose. But it had nothing you recognised? Not even the town hall or the lighthouse? Maybe they were erected after 1801." He's not necessarily surprised that this town is at least 300 years old. Some places must be thousands of years old and the landscape has just changed drastically throughout time.
"We had a dozen photographs of a group of people standing in front of a big old house, throughout a similar time. 1700s to 1800s. Could have even been the house I was in. Didn't get a chance to see it from the outside. Mister Five had the same photo, dated 1964. Some of those faces looked the same throughout. It don't make much sense if you ask me - don't have many friends that are as long-lived as myself."
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He looked at Raylan.
"You... didn't happen to figure out what the keys were for, did you?"
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He looked over at Malcolm with a deep inhale, answer with his outbreath. "Some of 'em were for a couple of the locked doors, but some of 'em didn't seem to go to anything we had access to." Raylan had no doubt that the keys were meant to be used in the house, even if they didn't figure out how to get to all of the locks they fit in.
He looked back at Doc. "But nothin' on the map fit with anythin' I'm familiar with. Not even the Town Hall. I think someone said somethin' about a fire they found evidence of. Coulda taken out everthin' they had up until then," he offers with a turn out of his hand. "You find anythin' with your pictures?"
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"The same fire as the one that got the library, perhaps?" That was the only building so far to have looked to have been touched by the fire. Apart from the ones that are too run down to investigate, or already in ruins.
"Couldn't do much I'm afraid. If we were in the house that the photographs were taken of, we could not go outside to confirm it. The power went out yesterday and between the phantoms in the everchanging number of mirrors watching us, the strange noises and wondering if those with the swirl on their palms were going to die first, we were kept sufficiently preoccupied to not give much thought to the photographs."
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Phantoms and photos and mirrors and keys?
"Nothing happened where I was." A beat. "Nothing that I didn't... do," he added, squirming a little. "There were some weird noises from the attic and the basement, which we couldn't get into. The power went out at night. But... it was the boarding house. Just. The boarding house where everyone lives."
He looked at Raylan. "Bottles?"