John Henry "Doc" Holliday (
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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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"It's not easy rebuilding after civilization collapses and people lose their goddamn minds, you know?"
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His jaw tightens for a moment. "Then people who'll come in and slaughter your people in their sleep and still call you the monster. And look, it's the goddamn apocalypse. I'm not going to pretend I've never had to do shit I didn't want, kill somebody because they were going to kill me or somebody else. But lives are fucking precious when there are that few of them. You don't mindlessly slaughter, you know?" You get them to fall in line.
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"I hope everyone here remembers that too," he said grimly. A beat. "Not in this house, specifically; these guys are pretty dedicated to that concept. Just. Everyone else."
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"I'm glad you're here," he said. "If you do go out... do you think you'll be coming back here after?"
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It isn't like the prospect of being alone out there is particularly a good thing, not with all the weirdness. Better to share it. This group seems like they've got their heads on too, generally speaking.
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He reaches out to clap a hand on Malcolm's shoulder. "You can make it up, if you want, of course. Wouldn't say no to a couple drinks when we're out of here. Whenever that is."
A couple drinks, some interesting goddamn conversation. He's not a hard guy to please.
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That might sound like a joke, but hey, he's actually kind of more serious than he wants to let on. "But first, we gotta see if any of us are finding a way home before I decide to start freeloading on some other world, right?"
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"But you're right. I couldn't just sit on my ass all day doing nothing. Never liked it much."
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