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Who: toooldforlosing and forgot_my_cape
What: Marshal reunion.
Where: Medical ward at the Valhalla
When: Backdated to Sukkardi/Saturday the 14th, evening.

One moment he was watching Rachel drive off with Raylan, the next he was in a little green room. He still had on his raid gear, even still had his rifle hanging over his shoulder, but his dog was there, too, excited to see him instead of startled and unsettled like his owner. The man that let them out spoke in a language Tim didn't recognize, couldn't even guess as to where he might be from, and did nothing but point at the papers and device still in the room before walking off with someone else who spoke the same language and seemed to be just as surprised as Tim.

Tim wasn't sure how they'd done it, but whoever had kidnapped him was giving their prisoners a certain amount of freedom and Tim intended to take advantage of that. He was damn sure he didn't feel comfortable sitting in his cell-like room, no matter how friendly the propaganda he'd been given made the place seem. So it was some time later, after Tim had found his assigned quarters and moped there a bit, waited past the shock, that he was out exploring the "Valhalla Inn". He spoke to no one and no one tried to talk to him; Tim was silent because he didn't know who was there like him and who wasn't, and presumably no one tried chatting him up because he was a stern-faced looking fellow with one hand on a weapon and a sharp-toothed dog marching at his side and giving the same air of back off.

He was headed back to where he came in, hoping he could find it and figure out how they had... transported him... learning the lay of the compound along the way. He peered in a door that he'd passed by on the way, and spotted a white cowboy hat. A very familiar looking hat, on a very familiar looking head. "...Raylan?"

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Raylan sat up a bit too fast - his hat had been tilted over his eyes, and he'd been half dozing despite himself, so he thought, at first, he'd just dreamed Tim's voice. (He had the passing thought that, of all the people he could dream about, that was kind of an odd choice.)

But then he removed his hat, and Tim was still there, standing in the doorway, with a dog at his side. "Uh... hey Tim?"

He'd been patched up, and it had been a few days, but his injuries were going to take some time to fully heal.

When Raylan sat up, took off his hat, and acknowledged him, Tim's face remained curiously concerned for the most part, but confusion, relief, fear, anger (at whoever did it, not at Raylan) then finally 'thank fuck I'm not alone' swept over him. A moment later he offered him a small smile and gave a tip of his own hat in greeting —for some reason that felt completely absurd— and headed over to him, completely ignoring any signs which might or might not have restricted four-legged traffic in the area, because frankly he didn't give a shit so he didn't even look around for it.

"Got you too, huh?" he said as he approached, coming to stand stiffly near Raylan's bed, finally giving a glance around to confirm they were, for the moment, alone. "You alright?"

"Well, I guess that depends." Raylan made the effort to sit up properly, then leaned back against the headboard. "They tell me I'm not gonna bleed to death, so that's a small comfort. When did you get here?"

Tim's smile faded completely, lips going flat while Raylan tried to sit up. He wasn't sure if he should try to help or what, but at least the other man seemed to be doing alright. "Couple hours maybe," he flipped his wrist up to glance at his watch, "You?"

"A week, week and a half? Hard to be sure, I was in and out for a bit at the beginning." Whether it was sedative, his injuries or both he still wasn't sure."Woulda been tryin' to find a way out sooner, but I was stuck here for a bit."

...a week and a half? Tim knitted his brows, frowning more heavily. If Raylan had been drifting in and out of consciousness, it was understandable that he'd lose track of time. But a week or more? "They tell you that? Can't have been much longer than me, I just saw you ride off before I..." Tim waved vaguely away, "popped into the little green room."

"I'd just got to the hospital and," he gestured, a me too sort of sweep. "But yeah, I been lucid for at least the last few days, and you can backdate on the phones." He nods his head at the CiD on the table. "Look at posts that're unlocked. I found when I arrived. Dates don't mean anything compared to home, but you can at least count 'em."

Somehow Raylan had come from after him, yet 'arrived' a week and a half before? Tim looked away, staring out the window for a moment and running his tongue over his lip. Raylan might be a fuckup sometimes, but he wasn't a liar as far as he could tell. If he'd said he'd been lucid for days... then at the least, Raylan thought that was the truth.

That didn't mean he was going to forgo the salt when taking in everything else.

"Yeah I saw that, read their pamphlet." Tim gave a little half-shrug- a slight roll of his shoulders combined with a minor tilt of his head while he looked back at Raylan. "They've got the resources for all this, I'm sure they can fake some dates if they're so inclined. They tell you anything else?"

Edited 2011-05-21 03:16 (UTC)

"Not a hell of a lot. Ain't run into anyone yet letting on they're a native; everyone says they came the same way we did." Which could be true, as far as Raylan had gotten; hard to go chasing the truth too hard when you weren't allowed out of bed for very long at a stretch.

"Yeah that's what I gather too. Doesn't mean they're not working with whoever's doing this." Tim crossed his arms, drumming his fingers on one bicep.

"I'll look into it. You're gettin' treated alright though? Nothing seems off?" Maybe they were doing alien experiments on him, who knows.

Raylan shakes his head. "Parts I've been awake for seem pretty standard. Least the bullet's not in me anymore, that's got to be good for something."

He pauses, then says, "I been thinking about going to the sheriff when I can. See what his take is, see if I can get a feel."

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lj ;_; why u no post when i hit post? /retypes

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