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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.
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rolling his eyes at this.]
THE TREE
Well, that is until you get close to it.
On one of the its large branches, three rotting corpses swing side to side from the nooses around their necks. Higekiri, Manfred von Karma, and Sakyou Sagihara can be found bound up, swaying in the wind, heads covered in a poor attempt to leave them some amount of dignity. ]
Re: THE TREE
Is the health hazard and scavenger bait really worth the emotional effect? Most people here should be galvanized by this, even if demoralized...
[he announces, to himself, mostly. The best conversation partner]
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THE SHERIFF
But mostly, sitting in his rocking chair and carving pieces of wood while chewing tobacco. ]
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Um... why didn't you burn them again?
[ the bodies. ]
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What do you think it means by burning witches?
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This week, Xion still hangs out with the Sheriff, curling up on the steps up to the Sheriff Station with a book in her lap, but it is noticeably less frequent than last week. She also, unlike the previous two weeks, cannot be found in the graveyard at all. ]
monday;
[ Today you can find Xion in the hotel kitchen, trying to cook. Keyword being trying. She's slowly learning, with some help, but she's still very new at this and honestly still doesn't know the names for many kitchen tools, meaning she just kinda. Has. To guess.
Today if you walk into the kitchen, or are even just passing by, you might hear a yelp of total dismay, followed by groaning. Trying to use an old-fashioned egg beater has not worked out for her. There is egg white just, just everywhere. ]
Jeez...
[ Well. Time to start to clean up. ]
tuesday;
[ Rather than hole up in the hotel, which is tempting to do, Xion decides to try and keep up her habit of wandering. This week she ends up at the watering hole with a bunch of books and her dog. For a time she can be found beneath the shade of a tree, peacefully reading and petting Pluto's head. At other times she can be found playing fetch with her dog, which ... is making her laugh and smile, like a lot, which has honestly become pretty unusual for her, so that's something.
At least, until Pluto, with a flick of his head, sends the stick flying into the lake.
And then goes charging in after it. ]
Pluto, no! Don't!
[ There he goes, soaring majestically off the dock and creating a big splash. Hopefully you weren't fishing or hanging out nearby.
Especially not when Pluto emerges from the water sopping went and tries to convince you to take his stick and play fetch some more. ]
wednesday-thursday afternoon &/or wildcard;
[ When she's not busy cleaning up various messes, Xion can be found at the general store, looking at various items (it seems almost like she's looking for something ... heavy), or ... at the mines, just kind of standing nearby and frowning severely at the entrance. ]
What do you think is in there, anyway?
[ That, or find her elsewhere throughout town! Feel free to hit me up at
tuesday!!
Once again, it's kind of different fishing in the real world as opposed to dream world? Yeah.
Though... If one thing he didn't expect is to see a dog rush by him -- Russell actually almost tips over..! He catches himself though so don't worry! Sadly the fishing pole... Falls into the water, and Russell can only stare at it. ]
Oh--...
[ Fishing pole.. :(
Upon seeing the dog though, Russell also just stares at the dog... Then around!? Someone help him... What does he do with dog??? Russell looks a bit nervous too... ]
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[The corpse tree bothers him. Of course it bothers him, it's not what he was expecting and anyone nearby can see him staring at it for a moment before shaking his head and walking away.
As such, people can find him around town, though most frequently then can find him sitting in front of the hotel on the porch, Mrs. O'Leary snoozing in the sun and Percy playing with a deck of cards. It looks like he's playing solitaire, but it's more for the motions than anything. If he keeps his hands busy, maybe it'll help him think. Of course, anyone's free to interrupt him or tell him that he's wasting time. That's fine, too.]
Tuesday
[When he gets bored with that, he finds himself at the watering hole as usual. His clothes, for once, are actually on the dock under Mrs. O'Leary who's guarding them while Percy swims through the lake. Wet boxers? Who cares, he's getting used to this. Still, anyone who approaches will find him floating on his back and staring at the sky, oddly content with himself. If he spots someone familiar (hell, even unfamiliar), he'll turn his head to watch them for a moment.]
It's almost starting to feel like the distance is less every time I end up out here. Getting away from town, too?
Wednesday
[He seems to be poking around in the general store, but it's not clear what he's up to unless someone heads back into the hotel mid-day Wednesday and the lounge on the first floor. He's sitting in front of a lit fireplace balancing what looks like a shovel and a frozen pizza.
Yeah. So that's happening. Trying to cook a pizza with a shovel, good job Percy. Upon hearing footsteps or being interrupted though he'll tilt his head back and grin slightly.]
Do you think this counts for creativity points?
Wildcard
[Or just hit me for anything else throughout the week. He'll be around checking on people at varying points, but for anybody he comes across (especially if he knows them), he'll greet them with:]
How're you holding up?
[alternatively, hit me at
Wednesday
I applaud your creativity, that's for sure.
[He approaches to take a look at what's on the shovel]
What's that?
[Turns out princes in steampunk worlds don't tend to see pizza very often. Does it even exist in his world?]
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throughout the week:
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wildcard...... monday probably
She doesn't really waste time before making a beeline towards him, giving him a Look. He probably knows what she's here for.]
Hey.
[She is 75% sure he's going to run away and she is fully prepared to launch them into the Benny Hill theme song.]
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tuesday but the fighting things option
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not that it'll make him eat his vegetables when he's the sort to pick them off even something like hamburgers, because tomatoes and lettuce are apparently gross too.
but his eye is caught not by the stuff that seems weird in an old west style store, but a small selection of goodies that actually... do belong. like. some varieties of licorice.
which noct is just staring at with a disgusted face.]
Why? [who even likes licorice, amirite?]
b - tuesday morning;
if your name is noctis lucis caelum, that is. but umbra can't just come and go as he pleases like he does back home, so noct is out practically at the break of dawn to walk him and make sure he's well fed.
he's grumbling and yawning the whole way—maybe he needs a little bit of a morning pep-talk? some early bird who can try to convince him not to crawl back into bed for the rest of the day?]
c - tuesday afternoon;
...he's napping.
he's totally just napping in the sun like some kind of lazy cat. bother him, it's probably fine.]
d - wildcard;
monday
Why, what? I sense a bit of confusion from you.
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[This is their third week here. By this point, Ezio's adjusted enough to put on Western clothing and generally understand the deal with different time periods and worlds. At the same time, there are still some things he doesn't understand. Like coffee makers.
He picked up some coffee from the general store, remembering when Antonio had told him about the drink. But now that he's in the kitchen he has no idea what to do. There's coffee and water everywhere, and Ezio's hitting the coffee machine, and it's not good.]
Pezzo di merda...
II. Tuesday
[In the common area of the hotel, Ezio has set up an easel and a canvas. This doesn't seem like a fun or relaxing activity for him, there's no paint by numbers. Instead, he's solemnly painting a portrait of Tiara. He's too focused on the portrait to pay any mind to people passing by. Ezio's obviously not Leonardo da Vinci, but the portrait is still rather impressive. Please imagine a very realistic Renaissance painting of a cute anime girl.]
III. Wildcard
As always let me know if you want to do something else or private conversations!
ii i'm fuckin laughing at the imagery
You're pretty good at this.
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ii [looks over ezio's shoulder] is that anime
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Monday
Dang it. That's his wanted poster. Tarvek stares at it grimly, unhappy about it. He remembers last week Higekiri's poster was in here, and he ended being drafted as a Bandit. Coincidence? Who knows. It doesn't make him happy to see his STILL MISSPELLED GODDAMNIT wanted poster right there]
Why?
[He's been asking that question often nowadays. But yeah, he's standing there, wondering about it]
Does the Sheriff choose random people, or does he have method in his actions?
[Tuesday Night
If you go to the Homestead by the evening, you'll find Tarvek around, making preparations for an overnight stay. Blankets, food, lanters, other similar implements, everything he'll need to stay vigilant. He told Harry he would try to find out why the Homestead farm was so well cared for in comparison to everything else, so he will. It's something that interests him as well, yeah. Want to ask him about his plans?]
Homestead
Having a sleepover?
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Once he notices he has company, however, he'll look up from whatever he's doodling on the ground to look at them. He might even put out his cigarette, too, depending on how much he happens to respect this person. Huh.]
... S'up. [He's. Trying.] You come here often?
[This is fine. Probably.]
option b: monday evening, train station.
So... Question time. What do you think happened to the old train?
[Their sad, rickety old train.]
option c: monday - wednesday, around town.
option d: wildcard.
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Could be it moved on to the next station. That tends to be what trains do.
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[ Nisha has apparently dressed down for this Monday morning. She's ditched her sheriff's badge and long coat in favor of a button-down shirt from the tailor, a little oversized on her, tucked into her pants and rolled up to her elbows. She's still pretty anachronistic, though; both her armor-plated boots and a boxy metal thing now visible at her hip have faintly glowing lights.
She also seems to be in a good mood... as she grins up at the corpses suspended from the tree. ]
Works better as a warning if there are gonna be people coming into town who didn't see 'em dead in the first place, but whatever. I understand the spirit, anyway.
b. wanted posters
[ Gotta check those out, even if it's probably pointless. She'll also inform anyone else swinging by to look at the Most Wanted— ]
Sheriff says the selection's totally random, or maybe done just for fun. Doesn't mean anything, in theory. But we are all looking at the same thing.
c. graveyard
[ Nisha wanders by the graveyard just for kicks. She still hasn't really figured out what the point of this place is. Is everyone here dead to start out with? Even if so, you don't generally stick a graveyard in hell. And the sheriff's clearly not sticking people in the ground when they're done here, so...? It's a mystery.
One she's not going to solve by staring at her own gravestone, so after a while she just snorts, amused. ]
Never really thought I'd get one of these, to be honest.
Wanted Posters
[Yeah, his poster is right there, but of course he's not counting himself as a Bandit suspect]
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tuesday; mines. (closed for private party.)
Her, Milla, Sei and Natalie. That's the plan, apparently.
Has she beaten them here? Or all they waiting in an apprehensive cluster? Tune in next tag to find out! ]
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We should stay close together. This excursion will be dangerous.
[GEE HOW DID SHE GUESS]
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[ Does anybody else need a stiff drink? Because Simon needs one, and can be found at the saloon, behind the bar, pouring himself some whiskey. Money the Monkey is playing the piano, by which I mean it's playing itself and the monkey only thinks he's playing it, adding in the occasional discordant note. ]
Everyday
[ Simon visits the farm daily to take care of the animals, despite the animals clearly already being taken care of. He seems to be taking a shine to one horse in particular. ]
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[It seems the grotesque surprises don't end. Lust can be found around the hotel, at the saloon, or wandering the street anywhere but near the corpse tree. Really. As though the public executions weren't bad enough...]
[Not to mention the matter of sanitation.]
[If nothing else, the events of the weekend have given her a great deal to think about.]
Tuesday
[Tuesday Lust rouses herself to peruse the wanted posters, primarily those most prominently displayed for the week. Interesting, her roommate's supposed crimes... she'll spend a good deal of time pondering that one.]
Wednesday
[Wild card!]
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[as if she hasn't perused these posters heavily herself]
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[Well if there's one thing about this situation that's better than it was yesterday it's that they have a clinic now. That's good. The problem is that it's all bloody and trashed. So Ana's going to mosey to the general store to pick up some cleaning supplies, head on over to the clinic and set to work.
You're either going to find her elbow-deep in watered-down blood or with a mostly clean clinic surrounding her, righting the items that have been knocked over.]
tuesday and wednesday
[Ana is going to be checking up on people these days mostly, making sure they aren't up to no good or anything like that. Be a good child and check in with your grandmother. She hopes most of you are doing alright.]
thursday
[Ana isn't sleeping tonight. She wants to make sure no one does something stupid or comes into harms way. That or she's going to try and stop whoever intends to. So for now she's staving off sleep and hanging out in the hotel lobby. She may or may not have a gun on her person, you'll never know.
Depending on how shady you are she'll either smile politely at your or just. Stare. Judging you.]
mondaaay
So, he decides to peek in -- The nice old lady..!! Who is cleaning a lot of watered down blood... Oh. ]
I guess it's best if it's all cleaned up...
[ Isn't that Higekiri's blood... He kind of misses the sword man. Oh, yeah, right. Errr... ]
. . . Do you need help?
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walks back to the sheriff's porch]
...Er....
[this is the face of a girl who knows damn well she needs a qualified adult to deal with this situation and she isn't one]
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[once everyone who decides to listen to her are gathered, she speaks, arms folded over her torso]
Yesterday, Natalie, Seizaburo, Chane and myself investigated the mines to see what we could find. Unfortunately, the excursion didn't exactly go as planned.
[closes her eyes]
We first stumbled across a large, dark pit. Seizaburo and Natalie descended into it, where they found a pile of skeletons and dead bodies. Two of the corpses belonged to people from our group. As much as I hate to say it. . . to those of you who knew Ocelot, he is dead.
[a moment of reverent silence passes]
We were unable to identify the other victim, so if any of you haven't seen your roommate since Monday, please let me know. As I was not in the pit, I can't tell you how they died or how they wound up in the mines in the first place. Those are questions only Natalie and Seizaburo can answer.
[TWO PEOPLE WHO ARE. . . CONSPICUOUSLY. . . NOT HERE]
But as for those two. . . something happened with the skeletons in the pit. They were either taken by them, or killed by them, I'm not certain. I was unable to search the mines to further to discern their fates.
[thanks Chane!!]
If you have any questions, I'll answer them to the best of my ability. That is all.
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... Are you friggin' kidding me?
[Four people gone/dead, and it's not even Friday yet. Damn it.]
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She slows up to a trot as she gets closer to the hotel, and she'll start calling out at pretty much the top of her lungs: ]
We found Natalie! She's alive, Natalie is alive!
[ In front of the hotel she slows to a stop, pressing a hand to her chest and trying to calm her breathing.
Incidentally, she is covered in blood. Like, just everywhere, her clothes, her hands, her face, wow. It's a lot of blood. She holds her right leg slightly off the ground, like it might hurt, but otherwise she seems, you know, fine. ]
( ooc: natalie will jump into threads for anyone who wants to go visit her! she is in stable condition as of the time of this top level. )
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Where--?! Xion what happened to you!
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time to make him into an elephant in the room and ignore the hell out of this creepy endeavor. ]