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[ladybirdcrap]

You've made it out of the prairie and underbrush, congratulations! But with the lack of supplies from the journey around Alderwood has left you beat. Your horses hate you, you've got sand up in places where it's not welcome, you're hungry, cranky, and if you've been riding you'll be walking like Dean for a little bit. Lucky enough for you, the next town isn't much of a detour, so you can restock, trade, and try not to burn anything down.

[Mission: Stock up, let the horses rest, treat your cholera, etc]

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[nosleeves]

[this is some real little house on the prairie shit]

[helps people get the horses to the stables because it's better than standing around]

[dices]

[ helps him out with the horses, eyeing him curiously for a split second before paying the stable guy for the... parking fee, i guess ]

Well, that's settled. [ pats hands at his jeans to wipe them off ] You're... Michonne's friend, right?

[nosleeves]

[pats horse as he turns to join Nick on their way out]

We're familiar. [friend is really pushing it]

[lets the quiet stretch before he thinks of speaking up]

You don't look her type.

[dices]

[


you need to work on your social skills man. ]

O... kay? [ makes a confused face at him, before shaking his head. ] I'm Nick.

[nosleeves]

[eh. social skills don't seem to benefit very well where they come from. though rick tries]

Daryl.

[it must make their earth look like the land of assholes, but honestly its the assholes that have it in them to survive]

[recurred]

[but ma i dont want to get pants]

[just perpetual frowning in the market with pants. You don't wear pants with dresses. Now she's looking at shirts. everything looks like its from the civil war and its all very unflattering. All the faces being made. Not that she doesn't like shopping, but she doesn't like it when her choices are leather, knapsack, and shotty cotton blends.]

[when can she look at the sharp things.]

[sawedoff]

[cas poofed away somewhere. he can't really fault the guy cus if he had the chance to blip away from this clusterfuck of a party for a few days he'd probably take it but it's still annoying. there's your throwaway line buddy]

[looking at the sharp things. after he helps put the horses away. there's a little weapons vendor stall in the street like every good rpg has and he's turning a pretty silver dagger over in his hands while she makes faces at clothes. looks over to her while she's holding up some leather shindig and cracks a little smile]

Going for the dominatrix look?

[recurred]

[pouts a little and tosses it back down with a brief sideeye. she likes being bossy, but not that bossy.]

Not much for range. I imagine leather would be very....swampy.

[picks up another thing. this is hopeless]

[sawedoff]

Yeah I think you're better off. Mistress Oswald sounds like you're signing up to get a five foot seven dumpy comic to step on your balls.

[drops some change on the stall and finds a home for his precious in an inside pocket of his jacket and stops at the next stall up on his way over to her to snag a newspaper or whatever. The Medieval Times, Ye Old Scribtures.]

[recurred]

[tosses steampunk corset back into the pile]

You know someone would be into it.

[ditches the idea of an outfit change and goes fishing for ye olde tights or stockings or whatever it is they have there. looks up to catch him with a paper. surprising enough that there is any sort of publication in this place. do they have tabloids.]

Anything good?

[foodporn]

[bartering with a shop owner for something resembling shampoo. she's getting split ends here. and by bartering i mean succubusing it out of him. it's a tough life.]

[inenochian]

[ owl eyes at her putting the moves on some random shopkeep. ]

[ has a moment of wondering if he should be offended. ]

[foodporn]

[pls]

[finagles a basket of scented soaps and all that good stuff. she's gonna have a bath montage. bitches love bath montages. turns around with an armful of her pilfered goods and nearly drops them when she spots him owling around and jumps]

Where did you come from?

[inenochian]

Oh, I'm-- I'm sorry. For startling you. [ apologizing is the thing to do, isn't it? ]

[ hands awkwardly half-out to help, should she lose control of any of the little seashell and flower shaped soaps. ]

I arrived last night, decided to wait here for the group to catch up.

[foodporn]

I thought you took off.

[pushes an escape artist bottle of scented oil back into basket before it makes a break for it and tucks the whole thing under her arm to scoot past him out of the store before the shop owner realizes he's not so enamored with her after all]

I mean, Sookie and Derek did. [shrugs like it doesn't bother her but it does. bitches be ditchin.] I guess asking how you got here so fast is a lost cause?

[andtrue]

[ weighing up the options of either staying on the horse or getting in a wagon. of course, the biggest downside to the wagon is constant leg vigilance. the biggest downside to riding the horse is riding the horse. ]

[cabineyes]

Think you could afford that, mate?

[ aka did you kill someone for money again? ]

[andtrue]

Business class is usually worth the extra cash.

[cabineyes]

Is that supposed to be mean something?

[ seriously what the hell. ]

[andtrue]

I just get a kick out of making references you don't understand.

[scantilyclad]

[ tries to practice being attracted to women ]

[ all the women in the town look like that one barkeep ]

[mercyless]

[ we were once married remember? ]

[ loading water containers into the wagon but stops to look what she's making horrified faces at. something wrong? ]

[scantilyclad]

I do not understand how your kind can find these creatures desirable.

[mercyless]

My kind?

[ like. humans? ]

I don't.

[scantilyclad]

[ actually she still thought michonne was a lesbian. ]

I see no point in ogling a body inferior to mine own.