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

[tinstar]

Could Raylan be herded conversationally? Sometimes. Especially if you knew what he wouldn't talk about. There were plenty of social rules he held himself to as well.

"You should. There's plenty of pancakes, Negan helped by cooking the eggs. No meat this morning, but that's because I think if I eat any more bacon this month it's gonna be comin' out of my pores. I plan on goin' up to the Gull later today and getting some different things, fill out our pantry a little bit. Now that I don't have any breakfast places to get a chicken biscuit at."

Oh yeah. Model of health here.

[conning]

"Maybe I'll go with you. If you don't mind the company. I need to take a look around the kitchen and see what we need, since I'm staying."

Yeah, Neal wasn't going to let them subsist on bacon and eggs.

"Might be able to figure out a chicken biscuit."

[tinstar]

Raylan shrugged and bobbed his head. "After last night, I'll let you run the kitchen as often as you want." It was an easy in for Neal to go on foodstuff runs and he would happily eat more of that fancy dinner spread, whatever Neal put on it. Just because Raylan couldn't cook like that didn't mean he didn't deeply appreciate good food.

"But a chicken biscuit isn't hard. I can handle the chicken if you can handle the biscuit, but it's not as great as the South™ makes it out to be. Didn't think it'd be your style either." If that was what was going to rub off, Raylan thought Neal should reroll or something. Pick up a hat.