[ WEEK THREE ]

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WEEK THREE

CURRENT POPULATION: 35 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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[tightly]

» ᴍᴏɴᴅᴀʏ.

[ In the morning, Chane can be found in the homestead, silently enduring the attention of a speckled mare as it snuffs her hair and then eats an apple right out of her hand.

By the afternoon, she will have migrated to the railroad station with the intent of checking out this week's Most Wanted.

Once evening rolls around, she'll either be washing dishes in the hotel kitchen - (in which case, if you come across there then, prepare to be handled a plate you now must dry) - or sitting at her preferred seat in the lounge, a book rather ignored in her lap as she looks out the window.

Of course, there is always the wildcard option, in case you'd like to encounter her somewhere else!

... on Monday. ]

[flippity]

[ when chane is looking at the wanted signs, papika is going to walk up next to her to also give them a look. ]

What do you think it means by burning witches?

[tightly]

[ Pulling out her notebook, Chane is going to draw a quick sketch for Papika. Drawn with a stubby pencil, it's a bit smudged, and the young woman in the sketch is lacking a face because who cares, but flames rise clearly at her feet.

That's what Chane thinks it means. For someone who calls himself an Inquisitor, it's not much of a stretch. ]

[flippity]

[ she lets out a small gasp, looking from the picture then back to the wanted poster. ]

But Barnhamilton seemed so nice...

[tightly]

[ ... Okay, that gets her attention. Barnhamilton? Chane gives Papika a quizzical glance over her shoulder. ]

hotel.

[glaring]

[ She was coming in to look around but—okay, she's taking the plate without complaint. ]

Have you been doing this every night?

[tightly]

[ Thank you for your help, Rin! Chane busies herself with scrubbing another plate but shakes her head, no - not every night, just some of the time. Honestly, it's been a decent source of quiet time. People rarely seek to help of their own accord.

Speaking of -- through a quick gesture, Chane shows Rin where the plate goes after it's dry. ]

[glaring]

Mm, it's been a strange week so I didn't even think about the dishes.

[ ...though now that she's seen it, she'll probably be helping most nights. With a quiet "thank you" she's putting the plate away in the right spot, then reaching for the next one. ]

[tightly]

[ And the next one is handed to her! Chane makes an efficient engine of cleanliness, although - (for obvious reasons) - she is dreadful at keeping the conversation going. Sorry, Rin. It's not you. ]

lounge

[impulsiveness]

[Hello, Chane. Jason will first try to follow her sight out the window, and then glance down at the book on her lap.]

Not a good book, huh?

[tightly]

[ Belatedly, she blinks down at her book, as if surprised to see it's still there, before returning her attention to Jason with a non-committal shake of her head. The book is fine, honestly. She's just not in the mood for reading. Accordingly, she gestures to the seat across from her. He can sit down and join her if he wants! ]

[impulsiveness]

[Don't mind if he does, then. After taking the seat across from her, he scratches the back of his head with his uninjured arm.]

Lemme guess... Lots of things on your mind?

[One day, he will perfect the art of reading Chane. But for now, he sounds tentative and unsure?]

[tightly]

[ If only Claire was here to interpret for her! ... Reluctantly, Chane pulls out her notepad and pencil. ]

Do you think we will all die here?

hotel kitchen

[hydrokinetics]

[He enters the kitchen with a plate of his own, surprised to find Chane there. He's not sure what to make of it and...he sort of just awkwardly holds up his plate.]

Should I just leave this on the counter? [Help him.]

[tightly]

[ ... Silence. And a quick, measuring stare. It's not meant to come off as unfriendly, really! Chane's face is just kind of, well, stuck that way.

Gently, she reaches to take the plate from him. She'll wash it, no problem. ]

[hydrokinetics]

[And he'll let her, even if he's giving her a curious look.]

Thanks. [That stare is a little unnerving, and it's enough for him to shift on his feet before:] Do you want some help? [Is that why the face? He has yet to realize this is just how Chane is, oh well.]

[tightly]

[ She hadn't meant to imply such a thing, but. As long as he's offering, she'll gesture to the pile of damp, clean plates by her elbow.

Sorry, Percy. You've been conscripted. ]

homestead

[generously]

[ Naturally, Claire is with Chane as she deals with the animal. Unlike her, though, he seems way more animated about this interaction. ]

Do you think we could teach this horse some tricks and make a performance for everyone? I mean, look at all these animals, Chane! I could jump over those three cows!

[tightly]

[ These are farming horses, not trained performers or dressage horses. It's unlikely! Although that's not to say it would be impossible, especially for Claire. He could probably figure out how to do so after a week.

There is a bridle and saddle hanging from the wall. Chane directs his attention to it. ]

...

[ translation: go for it, dude ]

[generously]

[ AN HOUR LATER ]

Alright, just like we practiced. Chane, are you watching us? Shake hands!

[ Claire sticks his hand out, expecting the horse to perform the trick. Instead, the horse stares at Claire's hand for a few seconds and then...

...gently takes a bite. Ah. ]

...

morning

[leadastray]

[ [Elizabeth had told Dr.Lecter she wanted to see animals up close, especially a horse, but with everything that had been happening she had put it far back on her list of priorities.

Today she has time, and so she makes her way over to the homestead with a bundle of carrots (that's what horses like, right?) only to run into Chane doing the exact thing she was planning.

She approaches them both, hand outstretched to carefully touch the horses neck.] ]

It's beautiful, isn't it?

[tightly]

[ Although a bit stern in her expression (honestly, it's just her way), Chane doesn't seem all that bothered by the intrusion. Rather, she even shifts a bit, giving Elizabeth better access to the horse.

At the question, she nods. There's a bit of softness around her eyes, like a gaze smoothed over.

Chane's hands haven't yet left the horse. ]

hotel

[expelliarmed]

[ He'd only come to the kitchen with the intent of quickly grabbing a bite to eat - what are actual meals when you're sixteen and looking out for yourself - but Chane's intentions for him are pretty clear when the soapy plate is handed to him. ]

- Er, I guess I'll just...dry this, then.

[tightly]

[ Good boy, Harry! Your awkward diligence is rewarded with...

Well, nothing. It's rewarded with nothing, because Chane is the worst. Promptly, she turns and sinks her hands back into the washbasin, starting on the next dirty dish.

...

It's up to you, young Padawan Potter, to keep the conversation going, apparently. ]

[expelliarmed]

[ Nothing is still a better reward than anything he got from the Dursleys when he was doing their dishes, so he won't complain.

Still, he feels compelled to say something to fill the silence, if only because silence reminds him too much of death right now. ]

Um...another week, huh? [ HE'S SURE GOOD AT THIS ] I'll be honest. I would've thought we'd figured out a way to get out of here by now.

[ Always so cheerful, this one. ]