Day 49: Late Afternoon - T & M Electronics

[hes_deadjim]

The rain was really picking up by the time McCoy left the bar. A roll of thunder rumbled through the air. He paused under the awning, squinting up at the dark sky. He hadn't seen a storm like this in years. Not since Earth. It was looking to outdo any storm he'd ever seen too. Was it safe to even drive through this weather? If he was worried about

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[razing_phoenix]

Part of Guy had been tempted to just stick around with Claude in the Tasty Burger for the rest of the day, considering how bad the weather was getting, but in the end he had wanted to stretch his legs and see what there was to see. Which wasn't much, he knew, but it would have felt wrong to visit Doyleton and not make a stop by the electronics store.

Besides, it wasn't as if he was scared of rain or anything. He was comfortable in water, and while this obviously wasn't the same as taking a swim, it wasn't like getting a little drenched was going to hurt him. (He wasn't even sure if "a little drenched" made much sense, but that wasn't the point.)

Guy was definitely soaked by the time he made it to T & M. He threw off the hood of his red windbreaker as he walked into the store and let out a sigh of relief. "That wasn't so bad," he muttered to himself, despite the fact that he was dripping wet

[witchdetective]

After that "interesting" meeting, Erika was accosted by the nurses almost as soon as she returned to the main street. Of course, this was expected, and after reassuring the nurses that she only had gotten lost and was waiting where shelter was, she was ferried off into one of the stores with a stern warning to stay by the group. Didn't Battler scold her once about that too? For that reason alone, she was more annoyed than she expected to be and rushed herself in the closest store to get the harpies off of her

[razing_phoenix]

Guy had been so busy inspecting something that was labeled "VCR" (what did that stand for?) that he hadn't noticed the approaching girl until it was too late. Her voice, too close, caused the man to immediately tense and then take a hurried step away from her. There was, for a split second, a hint of terror in his eyes, but he was able to collect himself soon enough

[witchdetective]

Unfortunately for Guy, the smoothest recovery in the world couldn't save him from Erika's sharp eyes. The detective noticed how quickly he seemed to backpedal from her, raising a brow before giving him an amused look. Quite the jumpy young man, wasn't he? It was easy to reason that she had simply surprised him by being too close and perhaps speaking too loudly. Erika seemed to realize that, but apologizing for it was something else. How was she to know that he was so skittish

[theroadsofar]

Looked like he'd been right about the weather taking a turn for the worse. Sure, it wasn't hailing or snowing, but the sky overhead was now a piss-ugly shade of gray there and doing its damnedest to dump its load on everyone's heads. Dean did his best to sidestep any major puddles. By the time he moseyed his way to what looked like some Mom and Pop electronic store, his sock was soaked and the shoe was just for looks at that point

[hes_deadjim]

McCoy turned at the voice. He recognized the man sure enough. Male human, sturdy build like the captain, brown hair. It was the patient from a few nights ago. He suppressed a disapproving frown. The very one who thought it was a good idea to not only use an old leather jacket as a compress, but to go applying belt tourniquets at the drop of a hat

[theroadsofar]

He took it, shaking it. Guy had a pretty good grip; not the kind that was trying too hard to compensate for something, but something solid

[hes_deadjim]

He had a confident enough handshake. Dean's hands were rough, calloused.

"That's good to hear. Just make sure she doesn't over-exert that leg in the mean time. It'll need time to heal," McCoy said. Although with the way Dean and his friend had been ready to handle that wound last night, McCoy suspected that they'd consider just 'walking it off' a valid treatment.

With the accelerated healing he'd seen on Jim, it might not even be too much of a concern. He hadn't had a chance to check back up on the woman, but it could have healed just as neatly as the captain's. Accelerated, near inhuman healing or not, that wasn't an excuse to throw caution to the winds just because you thought you could. That leg would still need a chance to recover.

McCoy looked at him curiously when he went on. He didn't recognize Dean, not outside of that encounter that night and certainly not from the Enterprise or any of the planets they'd stopped at.

"I don't think so. Do I remind you of someone?"

[otnemememento]

Leonard pulled down the hood on the sweatshirt he was wearing, wiping the rain water on his sleeves. He quickly surveyed the building- only a few people in sight, most other patrons hidden behind shelves of various electronics.

Okay, what am I doing here? he thought, turning to look out the front window of the establishment- the rain continued pouring, the street nearly empty from the soggy weather. Good enough.

Deciding to spend some time out of the rain, he headed for the nearest wall of products. Radios, some repaired televisions, a CD player that had seen better days- Leonard didn't have time for much entertainment. Songs were okay, but TV shows and movies were out of the question because of their length. He managed to find something to occupy his interest, fiddling with the remote from a newer set. When did they get all these buttons?

[reacquainting himself (again) with Neku]

[composers_proxy]

If it wasn't for the skeleton-print hoodie soaking up the rainwater, his hair would be having a major malfunction today. As it was, he had to shake off plenty of the water once he stepped into the store. Seeing that it was an electronics store, the employees didn't seem terribly pleased, but it wasn't like he was a wet dog or anything.

Rolling his eyes at the employees as well as their dubious selection, Neku started glancing up and down the aisles. Just a bunch of crap, though he actually wouldn't mind having a cd player to carry around during the day. Anything to beat the moronic elevator music they played all day on Radio Landel: your choice for smooth listenin' days and creepy d.j. nights.It wasn't long before he spotted Leonard though, who seemed to be confused by a television remote. Well... he supposed he shouldn't be all that surprised. How long had he had that memory problem anyway

[otnemememento]

[Sorry this took so long! D:]

Leonard grinned with a short laugh at the teen's words, though serious thoughts were on his mind. He was reminded of his condition at every turn, even through something as simple as a remote. How long has it been? Everything else keeps moving forward. When you can't remember the days, can't keep track of time... everything just stops.

He turned the remote to the back, looking for any sign of a date. Just a battery compartment and company name in text so small it was unreadable. Typical.

"This is probably going to sound strange," he prefaced as he returned his attention to the youth, knowing his condition wasn't people expected, "but what year is it?"

[composers_proxy]

[it's all good, i've been fail myself. DX]

Leonard laughed, but still inspected the remote carefully. At least he seemed to have good humor about his condition most of the time, but it still had to suck pretty bad. Neku had already given him the run-down a few times, so he wasn't going to be too upset if he didn't get all the way through it again. He felt kind of obligated to mention the possibility of getting stuck in a town overrun with zombies though, that would be pretty hard to forget.

"As long as you don't care if the answer is strange," he shrugged, "cuz I don't know. We're stuck in a pretty ass-backward town today, so I don't think this is anything to go by. It was 2008 last time I checked."