[ 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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[moraled]

a

[That....that sign sure is a thing... Barnham really can't help but stare at it, eyebrows drawn together, huffing out shortly.]

... Charming.

[THANKS FOR THE TOWN OF WHOLE ASS, GUYS...]

b

[So... he may have underestimated the heat. Or overestimated how much he could take. But Barnham's been in a full suit of armor for the past two weeks, and the heat is finally, finally starting to get to him.

In that he's kind of slumped against a building in the shade, arms crossed and brow furrowed. He looks almost like he's just deep in thought except he's...sliding...slowly...down the wall.

(Someone stick this boy in some proper clothing for this weather.)]

c

[Someone's gotta go check out the graves, and sure enough... Tiara's is all dug up again, body missing.

Seems like a waste of time and effort, but it's not like he doesn't understand burning young girls-- I mean. IT'S NOT LIKE HE'S HAPPY ABOUT THIS (really, he's not).

He frowns contemplatively, arms crossed as he stares at the empty grave.]

I wonder... does the fact that we have our own graves mean this will not be necessary? Or are we all to be burned when we die?

[It'd be kind of ironic in his own case, he can admit that.]

b.

[tightly]

[ Chane, who had thought to change into setting appropriate clothes on day one, doesn't find herself especially sympathetic. But she swore -- on some inexplicable, chivalric impulse, likely Jacuzzi's influence -- to keep this man alive. So, keep him alive she shall!

She's brought him a cup of ice water and holds it out, saying nothing.

Drink, fool. ]

[moraled]

[Thanks, Chane... he at least has the sense to be somewhat sheepish, though he accepts the ice water slowly.]

... Your assistance is appreciated, though you did not have to go out of your way for me.

[Still.

The water is very nice.

Especially with how hot it is today god damn.]

[tightly]

[ She waves a hand slightly, dismissing the somewhat bashful qualifier to his words. From anyone else, the gesture may seem rude. Chane adds a deftness to it, sidestepping that possibility. Then, writing... ]

You'll make yourself stick if you stay in heavy plate.

[ Write write write, ]

How do you intend to accomplish your goal of preserving justice in such a way?

ACTUALLY ABOUT THAT GRAVE

[sheriffexe]

[ When Barnham looks into the grave, he'll actually see a corpse!

... But not a girl's corpse.

No, a cow lies in the grave, cut up for meat. The only injury on the cow body that doesn't look like it was just a carving is near the throat, where teeth marks seem to have tore it right open.

Why did the Sheriff leave this for anyone to see? Because he wasn't done, okay. He was gonna bury it after he was finished with the body but oh my god, people are in such a rush. ]

[moraled]

[wtf is this, this is what i get for assuming

Not that it changes Barnham's expression because he's Barnham, aside from maybe deepening his frown.

HM...]

[sheriffexe]

[ You're a good guy, Charlie Barnham. ]

[bittybat]

[Somewhere, Damian feels an immense vegetarian rage, and he's not sure why.]

B

[dubiousalignment]

[...oh. Oh, no. Tarvek approaches quickly, trying to stop Barnham from falling to the floor. Geez, this armor!]

Hey. Hey! Don't fall unconscious. How do you feel?

[Must be heatstroke. Damn it, why are you still wearing this armor?!]

[moraled]

[BECAUSE HE IS DUMB]

I... am fine.

[he straightens abruptly at the presence of someone else, eyes snapping open.]

It is... hotter than I expected, that is all.

[dubiousalignment]

You're not fine, you're about to pass out!

[Stay awake, Barnham. Tarvek starts looking among the few things he's carrying, to see if he can find some cloth he can dampen somewhere nearby]

Take that armor off. You can't continue wearing it in this place, or you'll be in a lot of trouble.

b

[insincerely]

[Man, forget giving Barnham something to drink.

Shinnosuke's just going to try and pour a cup of water over his head.]

[moraled]

[It might sizzle a little.

Barnham, for his part, bolts upright and splutters.]

b

[alcobrawlic]

Oh, for Aidios'--

[ Hi, Barnham. Sara might not be as gentle as Chane, but at least she's not dumping water on his head like other souls-- instead, she's lunging to grab him by the shoulders and haul him upright. Against her. If she must. ]

[moraled]

[WHOOPS.

She tugs him rather firmly and then he's toppling despite himself; he wasn't prepared for this at all.

So down he goes, I'm yelling timber.]

a

[sunnashi]

[ He's also going to stare at the sign with a straight face. He's completely sensible and bothered by it!

This lasts for 15 seconds before he breaks into a fit of snickering. He tries to cover it up with his hand to no avail. ]

It's just a name. You can always call this place something else for reference.

[ Like Hell, or the Worst Wild West. ]

[moraled]

It is a rather classless name... though I will not divide us further over a simple name.

[He sighs and shakes his head.]

It seems unimportant--but it is not.

a,

[elemancy]

...Can't say it's not, uh... creative.

[personally, though? he voted for "fuck off," so noct isn't exactly one to judge here.]

[moraled]

Honestly, it is juvenile.

[Dad's not impressed!!]

I did not intend to embrace it so thoroughly, though I suppose the time for argument on this matter is long passed.

c

[hydrokinetics]

[Sometime after Barnham discovers there's a cow carcass....]

I've been wondering the same thing. [He's standing with his hands in his pockets, eyes on Tiara's grave and somehow strangely unbothered.] We know there's something in our graves but we don't know why. Sheriff wasn't much help when I asked him about the burning either.

[moraled]

[WONDERFUL COW CARCASS...]

I fail to see why we should have graves at all, if we are simply to be burned either way.

b.

[beyeotic]

[Ana's in a similar boat, though her problems aren't nearly as severe as Barnham's. She hasn't changed out of all of her military-grade bulletproof clothing since arriving here. Because like hell she's gonna die here.

Still, she crouches down, resting her arms gently on her knees and tutting at the guy.]

Is it the weight or the heat getting to you?

[moraled]

[Someone who Gets Him.

It galls him to have to admit any sort of weakness at all, but he's not so proud as to deny it.]

The heat, I believe.

[He's baking in full plate armor.]

I shall have to...rethink my current attire, though it galls me to have to remove my armor.

a

[stentorian]

People nowadays have little respect for towns, but then again, this one deserves none.

[Says Manfred flatly.]

[moraled]

[... uh.]

I do not believe their respect for the concept of towns as a whole is in question here.

[He shakes his head.]

Nonetheless, you are not incorrect--this town does not deserve respect. However, it could also be less crude.