[ 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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[impulsiveness]

Illusioned up?

[He considers the train again, humming thoughtfully. Also — oddly accepting of magic? Superheroes are very Wild.]

What's the point of doing that, though? If you're going to cover something up, it's usually for a reason.

[expelliarmed]

[ He appreciates the acceptance. Harry's getting a little tired of having people double-take every time he brings up magic as a possible explanation. ]

What's the point of any of this? [ SOME OMNISCIENT BEING'S WHIM but no he sees where Jason's coming from, too. ] Dunno, but there definitely weren't shapes moving behind the windows of the old train.

[impulsiveness]

No, there definitely weren't. Which makes me wonder what we're looking at here.

[He taps the glass again, watching as one of the vague shapes moves.]

Assuming this isn't all some magical mumbo jumbo, movement usually means there something in there. Something alive. That means we might find ourselves a little surprise if we break through this glass.

[expelliarmed]

[ Magical mumbo jumbo, he says. Though to be fair, if this is some kind of magic, it's not a kind Harry's at all familiar with. He's no Hermione, but he'd like to think he'd recognize a transfiguration spell when he sees one. ]

So...what's stopping us from breaking the glass? Besides the possible threat of bodily harm and death, I mean.

[ It's been too long apparently since he's done something stupidly reckless, so. ]

[impulsiveness]

[Look. They're under threat of bodily harm and death just by being here. Jason could care less about that??? But he scratches the back of his head, sighing.]

The part where I haven't found anything tough enough to crack it. Lock picking the obvious entrances doesn't do shit, either, so... Let me know if you have a sledgehammer in your pocket, and I'll start swinging.

[expelliarmed]

No sledgehammer, I'm afraid. [ And wand? Still non-functioning.

He stares at the glass a moment, at the shapes moving behind it, before a thought occurs to him. ]

What about one of the sheriff's rifles? Surely that would crack the glass.