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If I had known this, I would have put that patch on 35 years ago.; Open.
Topic Started: Jan 10 2014, 10:19 PM (1,369 Views)
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Well, that was settled then. Timothy pushed his glasses towards his face as he took the pencil and wrote his response.

Ok, great. I'll take first watch, if that's okay with you. Nobody's likely to find us here, but better safe then sorry.

He handed the paper back, sighing. This constant passing of notes was getting kind of frustrating. This would be so much easier if Daniel were here and, well, alive. He supposed that it was like the old saying. You never can really appreciate what you have until it'a gone.

Shaking the thought from his head, he took a seat on the cold floor by the wall and leaned against it. There'd be more time for planning in the morning. The most important priority was to get enough rest to avoid falling over with exhaustion the next day. 

Hopefully he'd be able to put his regrets out of his mind for enough time for that to be a possibility.

((Timothy Abrams continued in Adam and Eve and Steve))
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Michael shot Tim a stylish thumbs up after reading his note. Good ol' Tim, always thinking about stuff. Important stuff, like not letting some crazy son of a bitch sneak up on you and steal your hat while you sleep. If one's hat is stolen from them, their life essence will slowly fade away, leaving the poor hapless hat-less bastard a shell of a man. This theory was untested, but totally guaranteed to be true.

Wait. Shit. My logic's all wrong. Han Solo doesn't even own a hat, and he's the liveliest motherfucker around.

Could it be that one's life-hat was not tied to your physical headwear at all, and in fact was fueled solely by the belief you held in it? If you constantly acted like you were wearing a kickass hat, even while tragically hatless, could you still be a certifiable badass?

After a moment's thought, Michael decided that he was being stupid, and that he just wanted to go to sleep. It'd been a long day, full of assholes, and Michael needed time to recover and avoid dwelling too long on all the shit that had gone down. However crappy the encounter with the cowboy had been, no one had gotten shot, and that's all that mattered in the end, right?

Michael found a nice corner to curl up in, but not until after he had safely stashed his hat away. Stupid or not, a man had to take precautions against the legions of evil.

((Michael Mitchellson: Continued in Adam and Eve and Steve.))
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