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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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[sawedoff]

[folds paper up and sticks it in a pocket as they dodge the occasional horse and other market-y traffic to window shop]

You mean his...[ugh don't make me say it. his spaceship. he's not going to say it. it's ridiculous.] -you're sounding a little green-eyed. You know the bond between a dude and his wheels is sacred right?

[recurred]

Yeah, yeah you boys are always so typical.

[and it doesnt like her]

[picks up a fresh roll from the bakery and bites into it as they pass. thieves be thieving]

And I'm not jealous, it's just weird.

[sawedoff]

You're a little weird yourself.

[steps up to cover her as she yoinks a roll. ok aladdin. it's like following a kid with fingerpaint and cleaning up as they go]

So how long have you two been.. doing the time warp or whatever?

[recurred]

[excuse you, im plucky]

Not long, actually. [pauses, worrying at the roll as she thinks.]

Well, no longer than I thought, but not long enough.

[there's that brief paranoia where you're talking about someone and you don't know where they are but that they're probably somewhere close by.]

[sawedoff]

[you died and came back completely different. you're weird.]

Not long enough? [pauses and looks around like it's contagious. i mean he knows that feeling. angel on his shoulder and all.] You don't trust him.

[seriously he's already wary of the guy just give him a reason. validate his paranoia]

[recurred]

[wets her lips and looks at him. wow does she really trust him more than the doctor right now. she does. okay moving on]

It's...complicated. But don't jump the gun here, he's still a good person.

[sawedoff]

I think person might be a stretch.

[slows to a stop once they hit the end of the stretch of stalls and there's less bustling people around them]

But it's not like I'm about to gun him down. Gimme something more than a facebook status here.

[recurred]

[you want to get into definitions i thought you didnt believe in aliens]

[stops with him and turns towards him slightly reluctant]

I don't know. [okay that was a cop out. rubs at her eyebrow while she tries to find the delicate vocabulary of this situation] I mean, I don't know what it is. He's keeping something from me, a lot actually. And not just skeletons in a closet sort of thing, things he's afraid to tell me.

[sawedoff]

[he doesn't but he believes in non-people things. tries not to look too uncomfortable at that because isn't that exactly what he's been doing too? he just shifts and glances to the side with a slow nod]

Doesn't seem like the kinda guy that's afraid of much.

[i mean he did pose solo as an executioner in the middle of a town that wanted to kill him. looks back to her with an offhanded sort of smile, kind of flippant but he makes a move to cover the way it trails off into nothing by rubbing a hand over his mouth]

[recurred]

[yeah its really similar, and probably would be even more if half the beans weren't spilled on the situation of hers when she got there]

[watching him closely for a moment while he sideeyes away and back.]

No, he's not. [bites her lip a moment. thinking and concluding and turning her attention back to him before turning away] Sorry, this isn't the way you want to spend your afternoon.

[sawedoff]

What, digging up info on the freaky dude that's clearly not human? Nah, not how I usually spend my time at all.

[gurl. don't u dawson's creek turn away from me. watches her with a worry of his lip before he pastes on an i don't give a shit smile and moves in front of her to keep this drama train moving in the general direction of somewhere that will feed him]

You don't wanna get into it, I get it. Forget about it.

[recurred]

[watches him roll ahead before picking up her pace to keep up]

Oh, I'd get into it. But neither of us will enjoy it. [in all honesty]

So how about you keep deflecting, tell us where we're going.

[yeah that's right, ill call your bullshit shrug off and then tell you to keep going]

[sawedoff]

[glances at her with an inscrutable look, burrowing hands into jacket pockets without another mention of the adventures of her unfortunate deadness]

This place has gotta have pie. It's like a basic food group.

[get in loser we're going grubbing]

[recurred]

[yeah that's what I thought. I'm sorry I had to make it painfully obvious.]

Pie. [datasses him for a moment]

Good thing we walk a lot.

[sawedoff]

What? Pie's good for you. It has...fruit.

[kanye shrug. don't diss on pie or we're through]

[recurred]

[she's not dissing pie, she's dissing your absurd diet of pie and burgers. seriously are you so dead inside that it all goes into an empty void]

At least where I'm from, sometimes they got the decency to put meat in them.

[sawedoff]

[very likely]

The meat comes before the pie. If you do it at the same time you're just flying in the face of the natural order.

[emphatic gesture. there's a way you do things clara. you eat the burger. then you eat the pie. or you eat the meat pie. then you eat the pie. this is serious]

[recurred]

[this is serious.. he's really serious about this]

To think I've been doing it all wrong...

[tries to say that straight faced. lasts about half a second before busting up with a tiny laugh]

[sawedoff]

[u makin fun of me. just watches her looking like a cross between bewildered and offput]

Well you're about to do it the right way.

[raises eyebrows like eh? yeah? and pushes the door of the inn open as he looks around for mom and/or pop. someone hook him up with something to eat other than armadillo and rabbit. pls. pls.]

[recurred]

The American way. Got it.

[you need to chill, bro]

[passes through behind him before stepping aside to snag themselves a table, shuffling the bag off her shoulders once she gets there.]

[sawedoff]

[he'll chill. when he's not running on an empty stomach.]

[stops at the tiny little chairs at the table and sighs through his nose like he's had it up to here with this muppet fairy tale bullshit. resignedly pulls one out and perches on it like drinking out of the tiny teacups]

I hate this place.

[don't say it. don't say anything. flags them down someone]

[recurred]

[dont say your real thoughts.her face is thinking them though]

[looks up as the innkeep toddles over. she looks grumpy too, y'all need to cheer the fuck up. folds her arms along the edge of the table and smiles]

Can we get the man something meaty, preferably mooing? He's in a mood. [pause for thought] Make it two.

[sawedoff]

And you can toss a beer in there while you're at it.

[leans away a little at the Look he gets for being a rude about it and belatedly adds a harassed "please?" to which she makes her retreat]

[watches her toddle off with a what's her problem amirite gesture]

[recurred]

[that deserves a one star yelp review on customer service]

[eyebrows at her leave]

You know I'm just starting to figure everyone here's in a perpetual piss poor mood.

[some pcs included but mostly everyone else is racist and grumpy]

[sawedoff]

Yeah I seem to remember you being ready to take my head off for nothing in particular a couple days ago.

[not one to talk are you]

Guess things are looking up for you.

[leans back in tiny little chair and rests a hand at his thigh with a pointed expression. like not everyone just had their traveling buddy show up and are still stuck here sans familiar faces so cut them some slack right]