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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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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?"