First Bullet || There's a lightning storm each and every night || [Open]

[theleader]

[The journal lies open on the beside table, but the sleepy former Deputy doesn't notice it.]

Lori? Hey Lori? Do y'think we can have fried eggs for breakfast?

[Rick mumbles sleepily as he rolls over snuzzling against the figure next to him. Right. No more eggs. They weren't on Hershel's farm anymore, they were on the road again...

He sighs through his nose and buries his face against what he believes is his wife's neck, pressing his body more comfortably against her back. Normally, he wouldn't bother asking, but... this morning he's oddly comfortable and feels rested. With a kiss placed to the back of the figure he's currently cuddled up with's ear he whispers.]

Carl's still asleep, what do ya say we make the best of our time alone?

[There's a rustling from next to Rick, before a loud, angry redneck drawl.]

WHAT THE DAMN HELL?!


((This post is open over the journal. And Daryl will very likely be threadjacking.))

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[squirrelhunter]

[And Daryl squirms around under his blankets before moving to kick whoever the hell was in his bed forcefully out from under the covers.]

[Action]

[theleader]

[That reaction wasn't exactly the one he was expecting....

For that matter neither was the distinctively DARYL voice coming from the person next to him in bed.

But none of that matters right this minute because he's currently being sent sprawling out of the bed and on to the ground. An actual fall, not what he would have expected for sleeping in a sleeping bag.]

What t'hell? What are you doin' here?

[Not that the poor guy has a clue where here is.]

[Action]

[squirrelhunter]

Th'fuck're ya doin' in my bed, fag?!

[He's looking down on Rick with a clear look of disgust.]

You fucking stink, too.

[One might notice that Daryl is completely clean, and the room Rick's in is of a pretty high grandeur.]

[spiritusaequitas]

[there's a distinct, spluttering laughter coming over the journals]

[ectoparody]

[Make that two sets of spluttering laughter]

This is better than late night television~

[squirrelhunter]

What are you two fuckheads laughing at?!

[heirdom]

Gross. Get a room.

[theleader]

What the hell is that? Who else is here?

[He has NO CLUE WHAT IS GOING ON!]

[wield]

O-Oh. Wow. That's... something all right.

[theleader]

[Disembodied voices all around him, he's fairly sure he's LOST it.]

Who's that?

[wield]

Assuming Lori over there isn't going to be much help... [ Do you like her sense of sarcasm, Rick? ] There should be a journal around you. Once you find it, let me know.

[luckyvalentine]

Isn't "damn hell" a little redundant?

[squirrelhunter]

Seems pretty fuckin' appropriate t'me

[theleader]

Y'think?

[He didn't hear the other woman. And clearly isn't having the same conversation as Daryl.]

Did y'have t'kick me?

[luckyvalentine]

You should try to be a little bit more creative with your profanity if you're gonna yell it over the journal.

[Voice]

[fistfullofmagic]

[Having dropped the journal the previous evening and having been unable to retrieve it, it is to the angry yells of a certain redneck that Dhaos awakens. He's badly startled enough that he yells out a couple of phrases that don't translate to English, but are more than likely laced with profanity.]

[Voice]

[theleader]

[Rick's head tilts and if he could be seen, he would be the absolute picture of complete confusion.]

What...

[wilder]

[yep. we got another person kinda snickering over here. Maturity, they clearly have it]

[squirrelhunter]

[FML]

An' you can just fuck off, too.

Dictated

[helljumper]

Might want to close your journal.

[Ok, yes. So he's laughing too, but at least he's trying to be somewhat unhelpful.]

Dictated

[theleader]

My what?

[youhavebeenflynned]

Had a rude awakening, mate? [Harry chuckles some under his breath.]

[theleader]

...I'm inclined t'agree.

[Great.. now he's talking to himself.]

dictated

[optimystic]

[woah] Sounds like someone just woke up here!

dictated

[theleader]

[Rick sits on the floor. A very nice floor...Woah..is right.]

I wouldn't say woke up as much as kicked in the ribs.

[He's sort of given up on trying to figure out where the voices are coming from, now he's just...rolling with it.]