[ WEEK THREE ]

[sheriffexe]

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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[combattente]

I. Wednesday

[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

[glaring]

[ She's making a soft huhu type of laugh. ]

You're pretty good at this.

same

[combattente]

[He spares Rin a quick glance before going back to painting.

Grazie. It's not something I do very often, but... I thought she deserved at least this much.

[glaring]

Where are you going to put it?

[ It's true, though. Someone who killed out of self-defense absolutely deserved better than what they got. Sigh. ]

Wednesday

[dubiousalignment]

[Oh no. Not the coffee machine!]

What are you doing?!

[Tarvek hurries to check the damage on the machine. Sorry, Ezio, it's just that in times like these coffee is a luxury Tarvek would like to keep around]

What happened here?!

[combattente]

I was trying to make caffè?

[He says like it's the most obvious thing in the world.]

It wasn't working. This is what you use... isn't it?

[dubiousalignment]

[People don't make caffé by using the coffee machine as a target for your punches, Ezio!]

Well, y-yes, this is what one uses to make coffee, but--!

[Deep breath. He shouldn't blame Ezio for being unfamiliar with this machine, maybe he doesn't have coffee machines in his world. Goodness...]

Look, if you can I can show you how to make coffee. If the machine still works, that is.

ii

[sidearmofthelaw]

[ Nisha walks into the hotel and half-laughs when she sees what he's doing. ]

You paint portraits of everyone you kill, or just the cute ones?

[combattente]

Only the important ones.

[There's honestly way too many for him to paint at this point, okay.]

Although, usually they're old, corrupt men. Nothing like her.

[sidearmofthelaw]

[ Yeah, that's why it's funny. That would take forever. Plus, in the time it takes to paint a portrait you could be killing, like, dozens more people. ]

You mostly do the political assassination thing, then?

ii [looks over ezio's shoulder] is that anime

[uraniumnumnum]

[ ash may be an advanced AI, but programming can only go so far when it comes to things like painting. Especially painting someone deceased. ]

They say that art makes one immortal... but I'd say it's a bit late to try.

[ he sounds dryly amused. ]

[combattente]

That isn't what that means, you know.

[He sighs as he cleans his brush.]

It captures your image, so that you may live on regardless of what happens. It's a memory put to form.

[uraniumnumnum]

[ don't sandbag his tasteless jokes, gosh ]

Then you're simply being ironic?

i even tho ii was tempting for that mental image

[flippity]

[ papika wanders into the kitchen to make herself food, as people do. and then she sees

whatever the heck this is ]

Um...

[ she just wanted waffles ]

[combattente]

[Caught in the act of destroying the kitchen, he drops the coffee machine and it thunks on the ground. He slowly. Sucks away and looks to Papika apologetically. Whoops.]

Mi dispiace...?

[flippity]

[ she will just... walk over to pick up the coffee machine. ]

Is it broken?

tuesday

[leadastray]

[ [There hasn't been much of a chance for them to talk since last week, Elizabeth has kept her distance and as such things haven't exactly smoothed over...but she's been watching him, saw how he helped to take those bodies down. Maybe now is the time to make amends.]

[She approaches him as he works, walking around behind him to get a better look at what he's done.] ]

You paint.

[ [wtb Awkward as all hell...] ]

[combattente]

I do.

[His voice is distant, and he doesn't turn to look at her. But at the very least, he keeps speaking. That's something, isn't it?]

My friend, Leonardo... he's an actual painter, though I think he prefers inventing. He could do better than this, capture her better than I can.

[leadastray]

That's a funny coincidence... sharing the name with the famous Da Vinci.

[Elizabeth rubs at her pinky finger, the usual tell that she's anxious or uncomfortable.]

Don't sell yourself short, you've captured her beautifully.

tuesday

[expelliarmed]

[ ...Not exactly what he was expecting to find Ezio doing in the middle of the afternoon on a Tuesday. ]

Is...this your way of honoring her?

[ He doesn't sound judgmental, though. Even if it's unexpected it's a nice gesture. ]

[combattente]

Sí, or simply remembering her.

[Honor doesn't feel like the right word, at least when considering his previous subjects.]

With everything that is happening... I think that would be enough.

ii

[alcobrawlic]

... So you jump off roofs and paint? What can't you do?

[ This is a little strange to see, but it looks good?? ]

[combattente]

[Her comments elicit a small laugh from him, and he turns to look at her.]

I'm not very good at singing, I suppose. Although I did study music when I was younger.

i

[sating]

[ Well. Hannibal pauses in the doorway when he realizes someone else is here, but for a moment, his expression turns to one of amusement as he watches. He can't help himself, since while he understands why this would be a bit difficult for Ezio in particular... It's still pretty funny. Sorry, Ezio. ]

Our modern conveniences aren't the most intuitive.

[ He speaks up lightly, then walks closer ]

May I suggest brewing it by hand instead, perhaps?

[ Not that this is easier either, but Hannibal is just pretentious and prefers it that way... ]

[combattente]

You can say that again. It feels like they make them more complicated on purpose.

[It's frustrating and he's definitely not amused, but... at least Hannibal understands where he's coming from. Knowing that calms him down from the hitting coffee machine stage.]

That- that would probably be for the best. I assume you know how? In my time, not many people are familiar with the drink, myself included.