Morning Explorations - OTA Raylan, somehow, slips away from 1306. Tim was gone when Neal got up, but that was unsurprising. The man seems determined not to know people. The uneasiness Neal woke with doesn't go away when he walks outside and sees the damage from the storm completely undone. It's instinct that drives him toward the town square, and when he sees the chasm... gone, he's pretty damn sure he knows where Raylan went. It's where he's going himself, after popping back to 1306 to get a backpack and duffel for scavenging.
He digs through unoccupied houses, of course, but he's also inevitably drawn to Penhew House, the Bed and Breakfast, and, finally Baneberry Hall. Shenanigans available in all places, naturally. Spoopy mirrors in Penhew, sneezing fits at the dust in the B&B, memories in Baneberry Hall--and anything in between.
Midday - closed to Malcolm Yeah, it doesn't take that long in Baneberry hall for Neal to realize there are actual medications there. He stuffs his backpack with everything he can reach before realizing that asking Malcolm which of these things he can even use is probably a good idea.
He's just hoping Malcolm is at 1306, or that he spots him on the way there.
Afternoon - OTA MORE EXPLORING GOES HERE I'm tired and it's late only god can judge me. This is also probably when he'll be seeing NEGAN, CALLISTO, DOC, and possibly some other memories. Delicious trauma. Also a good opportunity for folks to see his own memory!
Also, somewhere in here, when he returns to Baneberry Hall: he discovers Malcolm attacking a locked cupboard. I'm so good at toplevels.
Evening - closed to 1306 Neal is cooking. Which of course bodes well.
What bodes even better is that his right hand is trembling hard enough that he's having trouble even hanging on to the sharpened butter knife he's using to try and cut vegetables. After the third time he drops it, he makes a desperate, furious little noise of frustration and throws the knife across the kitchen and into the living room. Not in a way that it will hit anything.
Day 63 - both open and closed
Raylan, somehow, slips away from 1306. Tim was gone when Neal got up, but that was unsurprising. The man seems determined not to know people. The uneasiness Neal woke with doesn't go away when he walks outside and sees the damage from the storm completely undone. It's instinct that drives him toward the town square, and when he sees the chasm... gone, he's pretty damn sure he knows where Raylan went. It's where he's going himself, after popping back to 1306 to get a backpack and duffel for scavenging.
He digs through unoccupied houses, of course, but he's also inevitably drawn to Penhew House, the Bed and Breakfast, and, finally Baneberry Hall. Shenanigans available in all places, naturally. Spoopy mirrors in Penhew, sneezing fits at the dust in the B&B, memories in Baneberry Hall--and anything in between.
Midday - closed to Malcolm
Yeah, it doesn't take that long in Baneberry hall for Neal to realize there are actual medications there. He stuffs his backpack with everything he can reach before realizing that asking Malcolm which of these things he can even use is probably a good idea.
He's just hoping Malcolm is at 1306, or that he spots him on the way there.
Afternoon - OTA
MORE EXPLORING GOES HERE I'm tired and it's late only god can judge me. This is also probably when he'll be seeing NEGAN, CALLISTO, DOC, and possibly some other memories. Delicious trauma. Also a good opportunity for folks to see his own memory!
Also, somewhere in here, when he returns to Baneberry Hall: he discovers Malcolm attacking a locked cupboard. I'm so good at toplevels.
Evening - closed to 1306
Neal is cooking. Which of course bodes well.
What bodes even better is that his right hand is trembling hard enough that he's having trouble even hanging on to the sharpened butter knife he's using to try and cut vegetables. After the third time he drops it, he makes a desperate, furious little noise of frustration and throws the knife across the kitchen and into the living room. Not in a way that it will hit anything.