[ WEEK TWO ]

[sheriffexe]

WEEK TWO

CURRENT POPULATION: 40 It's a rather quaint town when you get down to it. At least, that's what the Sheriff would argue. Warm and dry in the mornings and afternoons with a brisk coolness in the evenings. The perfect type of weather to just sit out on your rocking chair and observe the comings and goings. ... Of course, there's not much in the way of comings and goings when there aren't any actual people here to watch. Nevertheless, don't let that get you down! The town is your oyster and those roosters won't stop crowing until everyone's out of bed. Up and at 'em, rise and shine, it's time to make the day yours! Except there is, perhaps, a few things amiss. This post functions as the general mingle post for the week. Wanted Posters and other small events will be posted in top levels below. If there's any questions or requests, please send a PM or shoot a PP to robowest.

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[bittybat]

Doctor's Office, Monday morning

Prompt closed to Jason but others can see them doing it, so ping moetan or _ayato + Squee if you think your character would intefere!
[Like the natural order of things, Damian convinces Jason to do some Bat investigation which, of course, includes a big helping of breaking and entering.

They decide to try their luck getting into the doctor's place bright and early Monday morning. Even without a lot of tools, they try to pry the boards away from windows and doors. If anyone hears a commotion, it's probably the two of them bickering relentlessly.]

Homestead

[While still piddling around the homestead, feeding and caring for animals, Damian also spends some time out in the pasture to gather the same flowers Yuna had been picking before. They aren't for him.

The skin from the deer he killed for meat for everyone else makes a mighty fine pouch, sewed from what's in the tailor's shop. He returns into town on the beige horse, Raet, with the pouch full of flowers.

Tough tree twine lets him tie it up to the bars of the jail; one bunch for each girl. Light blue, like the color of their hair.]

Graveyard

[There's no purpose to his presence in the graveyard. He wanders pretty slowly, not dazed, but intensely aware of everything. Studying. Searching. He pauses sometimes to look at headstones.

He probably finds the one with the cow, Tiara's grave. (He definitely finds that one.) When he does, he stands at it for a long time.

WHO DID THIS TO THIS INNOCENT COW.]

monday morning gosh

[impulsiveness]

[Proper tools sure would be nice right about now, but seeing as how that's obviously not happening? The bent shovel from the graveyard will have to do. He'll try prying the board off first, trying not to finish hecking the poor shovel up. It probably won't be long until he starts trying to break the boards instead, however.]

Well— [JUST. PRYING AWAY??? This is not a job for a teenager and a 10-year-old.] If this fails, I guess we could always use the Sheriff as a sledgehammer.

[Rest in pieces Papika and Sei's hands, tbh.]

ARE YOU READY TO HECK UP

[bittybat]

Fun-- [Jason at least gets a shovel. All Damian has to work with is his dagger, taking out the nails if he can one at a time.] --ny.

[Some of the smaller, slimmer boards come off without very much fuss. The easiest ones seem like they might be attached to the windows on the side of the building rather than the door at the front. It also helps when Damian is on one end of a board and Jason is on the other.]

Shut up and--pull!

yes-- wait you weren't asking me

[sheriffexe]

[ It's about this time that a soft whirring noise starts, very low and barely audible behind all the wood paneling. ]

[impulsiveness]

Last time I checked, I don't need to shut my yap to work my arms.

[Which means, yeah. He's pulling, rolling his eyes as he does. Why is Damian Wayne constipated at the ripe old age of 10? The world may never know.

But while the world may never get the answer for that, it'll (hopefully?) not be the same for whatever the heck that noise is. Jason stills, furrowing his brows as he tries to figure out if he's imagining it, or if there is truly something whirring behind the wood paneling.]

Wait — shh. Do you hear that?

[bittybat]

[Not for the first time, he wishes to God Jason had to shut his mouth to work his arms. What a relief. How did his father ever put up with Jason Todd? Like Grayson, but less charming and more crass. Annoying.]

Not if you keep talking. [But he's already stopped mid-pull of the board to listen to the strange whirring. He stares at Jason with his head cocked sideways, ear in the direction of the window.] Something's inside.

[It's a whisper.]

[sheriffexe]

[ It's going to keep whirring, soft and incredibly low. That it's not growing louder is probably the one thing they can take comfort in because ... well.

It sounds a bit like a buzzsaw. ]

[impulsiveness]

[Um. That is totally safe and not alarming.]

No shit.

[He inclined his head towards the wood paneling, trying to make sense of it. This may or may not be a good idea, but the noise isn't getting any closer so he figures it's safe enough.]

... No one's been inside this building yet, right? [Milla checked the day of the investigation, he thinks.] Because it sounds like someone left their buzzsaw running.

[Do they continue pulling the paneling off? Probably. Yeah.]

[bittybat]

[Quickly, Damian tries to think of all the other things that sound similar to a buzzsaw, but, regardless, none of them are any good. His fingers feel clammy in the gloves; he squeezes them around the piece of board anyway.

It doesn't sound closer. Maybe they should move to the other side. Maybe moving to the other side will be worse.

Sharply, he gives the board under his hands a tug, tearing his end away.] Don't do anything stupid. If the glass shatters or wood splinters, jump as far back as you can. [Through the crack, he tries to look inside.]

[sheriffexe]

[ The window's are pretty grimy so he won't be able to see much. Inside, there are shapes of chairs and a desk. Doors, maybe? Some decoration to the walls. It's probably a reception.

But on top of it, there is a very large square thing right in the middle of the room, facing the door. It's too dark to show any detail to it though, just a large mass right in the middle of everything.

So, there's something waiting. ]

[impulsiveness]

["Don't do anything stupid." Wow. It's like he doesn't know who he's talking to. Jason waits a moment, ready to haul ass and pull Damian away from the creepy building if he needs to, but that obviously doesn't happen. Setting the shovel down like it's a shitty cane, he cocks an eyebrow.]

... Well? [Assuming the crack isn't big enough for both of their dumb heads............ sweats.] What do you see in there? Is someone getting their foot chopped off?

[He's joking. But. Buzzsaw.

Why else would there be one in a building marked as "Doctor"?]

[bittybat]

No, be quiet. [Oh. Well. That sure is a thing.

Looking slightly more stunned than he would like to be, Damian leans back from the window and glances at Jason.] Just be glad we didn't go through the front door. [He gives Jason room to look, too. Which is absolutely, totally a great idea.]

There's something--a box. It must be what's making the noise.

[sheriffexe]

[ Oh shit.

But, the whirring just keeps going at the same pace it was before. Since they haven't proceeded yet, there isn't anything else that's changed. The box continues to just sit there. ]

[impulsiveness]

[i feel like i've ascended after watching that clip

But, yeah. Not much is going to happen if they keep dicking around outside. Once he's taken a look as well, Jason pulls away to take another look at the building. Considers the window again. Glances at the shovel.]

No way to tell what's inside from here. But we could hop in there without knowing if it's rigged to blow us up into a thousand tiny pieces, or... We could try something else first.

[Oh, yeah. Remember that thing about not being stupid? Smashing what they can see of the widow with the shovel probably counts as stupid. Sorry, but not sorry. At least he's yanking Damian out of the way just in case there's something motion activated in there.]

[bittybat]

[Oh my GOD! JASON!!]

Don't be an idiot. We don't know what it's going to do. We can't just--TODD! [It's already too much that Jason is (typically) trying to tank the way in. On top of that, Damian doesn't appreciate being yanked suddenly out of the way. He's off-balance and unguarded, and he doesn't know if he'll be able to cat around and be prepared for whatever happens with the stupid box inside.]

Dammit!

graveyard obviously

[sweats]

[ Will is here in the graveyard and he's not entirely sure why. His bid to not feel very much about this whole thing is going to be unsuccessful if he places himself right in the heart of the matter but he is here and he spots -- he spots Damian, the terse boy who killed a deer for the good of the town. A boy that he can't help but be curious about. Winston is naturally at Will's feet and Will can't help but whistle softly before jerking his head towards Damian when he sees him pause over the grave.

Winston takes the cue and approaches, just high enough to be able to nose at Damian's hand from behind and push upwards until the hand is on his head. If Damian allows it, Winston will look upwards at him and wag his tail.

Will follows soon after, making enough noise to indicate his approach. He'll lift a hand in a wave if Damian looks over. ]

Do you want to bury it?

excuse me DO NOT WITH UR DOG

[bittybat]

[Of course, Damian will allow it. There's nothing quite like the comforting feel of coarse fur and a cold nose. He gives the familiar dog a good ruffle behind the ears on the neck, and then he glances up at Will.

Then he looks back at the grave.] If we don't, coyotes will come to get it. They'll start digging up the graves.

How did it get here? Isn't this where you buried the girl?

[leadastray]

[ [Elizabeth had been near by when she spotted the boy, bundles of flowers in each hand. She follows him in and over to the Jail cells, watching him as he ties the flowers to the bars.] ]

That's very thoughtful of you.

[bittybat]

[As soon as Damian glances at Elizabeth, he glances away again, almost as if he's embarrassed. (He is.)] They're from Yuki. [Not technically, though she showed him how to harvest them appropriately from the pasture when they had gone out to get her some for pressing.]

[leadastray]

[She smiles at him, though it's obviously tinged with sadness and sympathy.]

Still, you're the one who brought them. It's kindness all the same.

[bittybat]

[For now, he won't look at her in the face because he's afraid, even with the mask, he'll give away that he is embarrassed about being caught doing a good act despite wanting so desperately to be caught doing one.] They don't deserve flowers when they're dead.

They deserve them when they were alive to enjoy them. They didn't deserve to die at all in a sick game created by sick people.

[leadastray]

[oh no that's so moe...]

[Elizabeth's expression and posture both harden.]

You're right, this can't go on. And I'm sorry they had to be the first to also be the last.

[bittybat]

[NO, IT ISN'T!!!!!]

If we can't find a way to leave, they won't be the last. [He finally looks over at her.] More will die.

graveyard;

[beyeotic]

[This seems to be the hot new place to sit, thinking about the lives of those who've passed and your own mortality on top of that. And this cow, in addition. Unfortunate, she thinks with a click of the tongue and a shake of the head.

Ana's already there when Damien wanders by, and spares him a smile and a nod.]

Good afternoon. Out for a stroll?

[bittybat]

Something like that.

[He's kind of upset about the cow??? It's just a cow, but he didn't think it should have died to fill other people's meat habits. Also, it was a good source of milk, and that's ten times more important than steak. (Especially after being tear gassed.)]

Do you know who did this?