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.

Comments

[abrightboy]

"I... can make what I typically eat," he said. "Scrambled eggs. Soup. That sort of thing. But I ordered in a fair amount too. I get caught up in work and... you know."

[tinstar]

"Mm, I imagine so. If I can get lost in a case, I got a feeling people need to send a rescue team out to pull you outta one. But that's good. Somethin'. Take out is great but it's shit for health and expensive. Somethin' I'd also sort of love to worry about here. Then again, if we had that, there'd be no reason for me lookin' into how to do fried chicken here."

He pulled the pan off the stove and scraped the eggs onto a plate before depositing the pan back onto the unused burner. After pulling down a small plate and a fork, he held both out to Malcolm with a smile. "Get some while they're warm. I'll let everyone else know."

[In the interest of keeping things straight, should we end this one? breakfast is nebulous ]