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Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Friday

Faraday, contrary to what he was half-convinced of on some hungover mornings, still owned a store. That had not been a hallucination. He had even, over the past few weeks, begun to make attempts at doing an inventory and learning bookkeeping, although they were going about as well as could be expected, which was: not well.

Today, though, he had even managed to remember to open said store, and had hung a 'Now Hiring' sign in the window in hopes of attracting some assistance who would be better suited to this venture than he was. Such as, say, your average teenager.

Wellspring Arms was open, and would probably be open well into the evening. Faraday wasn't really clear on regular business hours yet.

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How nice of him! Because, coincidentally, there was an after dark visitor who had silently stepped into the shop mostly because it almost looked familiar on his hunt for Goody.

"Faraday." Why wasn't he surprised to run into someone else he knew?

"Billy! Does Goody know you're here yet? He's gonna be so glad to see you!" But not like for any reason that would get anyone lynched or anything, of course. "Oh, uh, Goody's around here somewhere, if you didn't know that."

See, Faraday knew Billy would show up sooner or later!

"Do you know where he is here?" Billy asked. Because he'd very much like to see his, ahem, companion. "This town is..."

Awful. It was just awful. He'd rather be in one of those shit hole towns out west. At least he could figure out the layout there.

Downside was the whole possible lynching thing, yes. But he was already dead, so.

Well, they were all, after a fashion, already dead. "He has a room at the hotel," Faraday told him. "Or you might try the bars."

Half of those towns only had one street, Billy, it's not like it was hard. Think of it as a challenge.

"The hotel is, uh." Hang on. Let Faraday think. "If you go back down the road and take a left. The bars are both on the right somewhere."

He still liked those towns better!

Billy nodded, committing that to memory then turned to leave before pausing again. "Is anyone else around?"

Faraday would have been offended by Billy's eagerness to get out of his presence, but, well, Billy. Faraday was obviously not going to be his top priority, and also getting offended by anything about the man was liable to be hazardous to one's health.

He shook his head. "Just me'n Goody until you got here." That had been going about as well as one might suppose.

It was so nice to know that Billy managed to ping on Faraday's defunct self-preservation instinct.

Warmed his heart. Honestly.

"I'm not staying," he said, expression going a little flat. Couldn't it have been Chisolm instead? Faraday... well, Faraday was more like than not to get killed cheating at cards.

Excuse you, Faraday had survived cheating at cards this long. Mostly by shooting people who accused him of cheating at cards, granted...

"What d'you mean you're not staying?" Faraday asked, sounding genuinely crestfallen. This...this was not going to go over well for Goody.

Which meant he wasn't exactly the reliable one here.

"I'm dead, Faraday." So, yeah. This really wasn't going to go over well for Goody.

He didn't understand exactly how Goody or Faraday survived, but there they were. And here he was.

"...yeah, so are we. Or at least, you know. We died." Good times were had by all! "And then we were here. Thought it might be hell at first." Faraday shook himself a little. "You can't just show up and then leave, what about Goody?" You know. Your "traveling companion."

"I don't get to stay," Billy replied, finally looking a little strained at the mention of his 'travelling companion' being left alone. "I don't know why you do."

"Well, that's a crock of shit," Faraday concluded. "Well, go on, then, I won't keep you. I'm sure you and Goody have some catching up to do." Or whatever it was you two did when alone.

Billy just gave him another flat look and let his hand rest on his belt. You know. By the plethora of weapons.

"Thanks," he said, making it almost sound like a threat.

Faraday was so much more tolerable with Goody around to deflect or wind him up.

The implied threat wounded Faraday, Billy. He was wounded. He'd thought you had a bond, the special kind of bond that came from getting murdered together.

"Glad to help."

Well. Might as well get drunk before he had to surrender all his booze to a Cajun out of mercy.

Just don't let him drink himself into another death, Faraday. Seriously.

Billy nodded and made a beeline for the door to hunt his 'companion' down.

It was good to see this place open; Jalian could use a new whetstone for her knives. Maybe they had one?

She stepped inside and looked around.

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Well, now, that was certainly a look she had going there...the future was an interesting place.

Oh, wait, right, he was the shopkeep, he had a job to do besides standing around. "Can I help you, miss?"

So was the future's future.

Jalian looked him over, then nodded. "Do you have whetstones?"

He knew the answer to this question! "Uh, yeah, sure do! They're on that wall over there," he said, pointing.

Jalian looked, then nodded and headed over. She took down the first one to check it over, and glanced back at him. "You are new here."

Whetstones were a level of technology he recognized. Some of this stuff, not so much.

"What gave it away?" Faraday asked. "Was it my hat?" He was mostly joking.

"Yes," Jalian answered, completely serious. "Also your clothing and face. I've seen no-one else here like that except for one of the teachers, and you're not him."

Faraday burst out into startled laughter, then recovered himself and said soberly, "No. No, I definitely am not Mr. Goodnight Robicheaux."

"You know him?" Jalian asked, a little curious. "He teaches one of my classes, about a war."

"He's, uh. He's a friend." After a fashion. "How's that going for him?"

Jalian thought about it as she set one stone aside and checked the finer-grit ones. "So far, war seems even more pointless than I thought."

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