Max Evans | Roswell: New Mexico (tornadoinside) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2019-05-19 11:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, fred weasley (freddlesweasley), ~2019 may, ~40 points, ~~max evans (tornadoinside) |
WHO: Max Evans and OPEN
WHAT: Getting donuts and coffee
WHEN: Sunday morning
WHERE: Horst's Little Bakery Haus
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Max hadn't gone to bed until very late last night. He'd spent the better part of the night looking back through the network posts and trying to learn what he could about the strange place where he'd found himself. The more he read, the stranger things got, and the more concerned he got about where exactly it was he'd been kidnapped by. Because the more he learned, the more it did seem that the town itself was at least quasi-sentient. And he wasn't quite sure what to make of that.
Finally, Liz had convinced him to come to bed, but he'd awakened early, staring at the ceiling while the sun inched its way across the bed. Finally, realizing he wasn't going to get back to sleep, he got up, pulled on a shirt and some pants, slipped on his shoes, and quietly headed out, hoping to let Liz sleep a little longer. After asking around, he found himself in line at Horst's Little Bakery Haus. He'd get some donuts and coffee for Liz to have when she woke up, when they could discuss exactly what they were going to do in this strange, strange place.
But for now, he was waiting in the very long line, hoping the place had baked enough donuts that they wouldn't all be gone by the time he got to the front.
Shoving his hands in his pockets, he raised an eyebrow at the guy beside him.
"For this wait, the donuts had better be good."