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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]

Comments

[recurred]

[can we pls move this conversation elsewhere. lowers her voice once he gets closer even though they are alone..sort of. its just common courtesy and holds a hand up a little to keep her space]

From day one you decided I wasn't her, so I tried to respect that. [shakes her head] I didn't want to be her, but I don't know anymore. I can't say I'm not anymore. Because it's the same with him. With the Doctor. Looking at me like I'm a ghost, saying things that don't make sense.

[sawedoff]

[leans back a little to reel in the confrontational hands, pulling them back to rest at his hips as he shifts his weight restlessly like he's parsing. the fact that she might actually be her after everything he went through to get to a place where he could be convinced she wasn't is kind of like a slap in the face and it's bringing on the woobie lip wibble]

I mean I knew the whole alternate reality clone crap was a line of bull but now you're Mr. Buddwing? I mean- this isn't.. this isn't 50 First Dates here, this isn't cute. I thought you were dead.

[she, you. whatever. he's confused now. and upset. good job.]

[recurred]

[welcome to the confused party. she feels bad now, wondering if it was even best not to say anything until now or even if it will be better to have said anything at all. her expression falls to something a compound of sympathy and confusion.]

I'm sorry. [she moves to take a step forward and rethinks it, raised hand finally curling back and rest at her stomach instead]

The more I try to reason with it, the less it makes sense. I don't know what to tell you. I don't want to get your hopes up...I just-I don't..I don't know what to do. [she starting to sound like a broken record. sort of shakily gives him a half shrug]

[sawedoff]

[holds a hand up to stop her broken record rambling after pulling it away from his face where he was fiddling with stubble to waylay the emoting]

Don't. Let's just stop this horse right out of the gate, before it gets way out of hand.

[you have no idea. i have no idea. standing here going over the same shit over and over isn't going to change that. turns away from her to drop some cash on the table before the innkeeper sics the dogs on them so they can get out of here]

[recurred]

[they'll probably get blamed for scaring off patrons, even though no one is there]

[takes herself back a notch when he stops her and folds her arms a bit uncomfortably. rubs at one of her temples as she turns to head out before he's finished paying for their poor half eaten steaks. she needs herself some fresh air anyway.]