001- First Hat

[dumbasswithahat]

[Glenn wakes up on the floor in his room, his back to a wall and his gun in hand. He hadn't even meant to fall asleep what with so many walkers nearby- not that he didn't need it. Still, where the hell was he? He didn't remember anything like this. The journal on the bed picks up his panicked voice, as he starts yelling.]

Maggie?
Are you there?


[Oh god, maybe a walker got her.  That would be really, really bad.  Just...he doesn't even want to consider that right now. Really.]
Maggie?!
Herschel?
T-Dog?

Rick?
 
Anyone?!


[OOC: It's as open as you want it.:D]

Comments

Voice

[squirrelhunter]

Calm down, short round.

[A familiar and lazy voice drifts out over the journal.]

Look for a book. It'll have ya name on it.

Voice

[dumbasswithahat]

Daryl?!

Uh-Where are you? Where is everyone? Is Maggie alright?
[Gonna just bombard you with questions now, Daryl.]

Voice

[squirrelhunter]

Maggie? She that farmer's daughter, right?

She ain't here. Only me and Rick.

Voice

[dumbasswithahat]

Uh, yeah. That's her.

What do you mean just you and Rick? Everyone was together yesterday- what happened?
[Well, everyone who didn't die at the farm...]

Re: Voice

[squirrelhunter]

You're in some fucked up castle called Paradisa. Hell if I know how I got here. Thought I was dead.

[dumbasswithahat]

A castle?
What?

[Daryl, could you please be helpfull? Still, Glenn has found the journal, and after checking it does have his name on it.]

[squirrelhunter]

I ain't so sure about it, myself. No walkers, though. Hot water.

[This is Daryl being helpful.]

[dumbasswithahat]

What do you mean, no Walkers?

[a pause while he realizes the journal is writing their conversation down. Also that Daryl's voice is coming from it. What the-]
Uh, what's with the book?

[Glenn is so confused right now.]

[squirrelhunter]

Ya use it t'talk to people, dumbass. What do y'think?

[dumbasswithahat]

[that doesn't answer his first question, but wait- what?]
Um, [read it maybe? Oh wait, right. Daryl doesn't read. :P]
I don't know. Probably not that, though.

[squirrelhunter]

[Why don't you try drawing a map, smartass?]

it's some sorta magic or some shit.

[dumbasswithahat]

[That's a loss. Not the same at all. Also DARYL THIS IS NOT HELPFUL.]

Magic?!

[squirrelhunter]

[Guess who hasn't been doing any research? C'mon, man. Free food, hot water, no walkers? It's a no-brainer.]

We come from a place where the dead're fuckin' swaggerin' like they own the place. Is magic that fuckin' hard t'believe?

... Also, you can wish for shit. Try it.

[dumbasswithahat]

[Glenn may be suspecting drug use, Daryl. Seriously, are you high or something?]

Wish for stuff? Like what?
[he is so going to wish for Maggie in a second, Daryl.]

[squirrelhunter]

[And he'll likely get some Maggi Shake'n'bake.]

Food, clothes, drugs... [Yeah, he wished for weed.] Can't do weapons or people. But I can wish more arrows.

[dumbasswithahat]

[Here's a better question- how high are you? Still, he think you sound kind of serious so let's try this out.]
Um, so how do I- how does that work?

[squirrelhunter]

Are you seriously asking me how to wish for stuff? Hint's in the name.

[dumbasswithahat]

Uh, I wish for some pizza?
[And there it is.]
What the hell?!

[By the way, don't you dare say anything. At all.]

[squirrelhunter]

What, surprised you didn't have to deliver it yourself?

[dumbasswithahat]

[Dude, its the little things.]

No- it, uh, it actually worked!

[squirrelhunter]

You seriously think I'd lie about shit like this?

[dumbasswithahat]

What?
No.
I just thought... [you were high or messing with me.]
Uh
It's just a little hard to...take in.
[Glenn is the most horrible liar.]

[squirrelhunter]

Yeah, whatever.

[Daryl gives no fucks.]