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!
After all, there's nothing wrong with the town today and you might just want to savor it while it lasts.
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.
On the pinboard in the railroad station, three posters have been chosen at random to list under the "Most Wanted" sign. Any character that passes the board by today can spot them, faces posted for all to see. This week's Most Wanted are:
[ The Sheriff stands on his porch this week and whistles, loud and clear for everyone's attention. When he speaks, it's unnaturally loud. ]
Last trial Damian Wayne, Harry Potter, Papika, and Rin Tohsaka voted for themselves. As a direct result of this, the votes were skewed and we ended up in a tie. From this moment on, those who do vote for themselves will be punished severely. You four, think about what you've accomplished here because of your obstinance. I hope you feel good about yourselves.
[ But he doesn't quite indicate what that punishment will be, does he? ]
[ And in general sheriffing manners, the Sheriff can be found all over town throughout the week. Sometimes bringing in supplies to the shops and restocking the inventory. At other times, sweeping the floor over at the homestead and taking stock of the animals.
But mostly, sitting in his rocking chair and carving pieces of wood while chewing tobacco. ]
[ As of Monday morning, both Diego Brando and Nisha Kadam seem to be missing. Meanwhile, Diego's horse can be found in Percy Jackson and Harry Potter's room. ]
[He finally got Xion to go back to sleep after a barrage of horrible nightmares, and it's probably no surprise that all three of the teens eventually passed out in the early hours of the morning. It's the only thing he can think of to indicate that he fell asleep at all.
At first, nothing seems amiss…the calm air of Whole Ass almost unsettling after the events of the weekend. Harry and Xion have taken the beds and Percy eventually moved to the couch, Mrs. O'Leary cradled against him. It's Mrs. O'Leary's whining and Pluto's barking that wakes him up first more than anything and he stares blearily around the room. You know. Until he hears the whinny that really shouldn't be there at all.
He sits upright and comes face to face with a horse. And yells. Loudly.
The yelling, of course, wakes up his roommates who also begin yelling? Screaming, maybe, half-heard phrases and a few stray swears that can be heard throughout the hotel.
Maybe someone should go check on these stupid kids…]
[ Well. Though Hannibal is usually present to at least see who the posters are for the week, he's clearly quite surpised to see his own as one of the three. He also looks mildly offended, since since when was saving two lives something worthy of being Most Wanted?? Ugh, you're bringing him down, murder town.
He approaches the three and thumbs the paper of his own with a sigh, though he doesn't take it down. And if someone is nearby to look and seems to be eyeing his poster, he'll at least say: ]
It's better not to ask.
[ Is he referring to the surprising and long list of injuries? Or that weird crime... Probably both. ]
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[ Rather early in the day, you might see a sight that's mildly concerning, at least at first. Hannibal is walking through the hotel with something in hand, a glint of silver that he's holding quite firmly with a determined expression. Could it be? Has Hannibal finally—
Ha ha, no, of course not. It's a clean straight razor, though you'd definitely be forgiven for being more concerned considering he's walking around with it definitely. You know. Open. Leave him alone. You're welcome to stop him and ask him what he's doing, but if you're a gentleman looking a bit scruffy, he'll at least pause to hold it up and ask: ]
—Not to pry, but have you ever used a straight razor before? I'm about to teach, so I wouldn't mind another student.
[ Girls can also come watch if they want, considering he doesn't actually care. He may or may not be tired of the full on beard that someone (Will) is starting to grow. ]
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[ ugh look hannibal does the same fuckin thing every week so I don't want to repeat prompts... LAUGHS... but throughout the week you're very likely to find him: cooking or playing the piano/harpsichord as general prompts. If you want to join in on either or just want to do something else, just hit me with a wildcard! ]
[Monday, Damian brings in the usual supply of what he has decided to hunt around and about the homestead.
This time, it's two rabbits, and they have already been skinned. Like with Ana, he doesn't speak to Hannibal when he enters, and he doesn't say what he's doing until he's put the two things up on the counter.] For food.
[Hannibal's murdering serial killer keen eye can probably spot bruising around the rabbits' necks, indicating they had been caught in, likely, a handmade noose trap.]
[ Checking out the most wanted postboard has become part of Chane's weekly activities. Typically, early in the morning, before the town has really begun waking up. She had given most posters a cursory glance at this point but Hannibal's had never seemed as relevant -- after all, what crimes could this elegant and learned doctor have committed? This isn't Victorian England.
Upon closer scrutiny, well...
Truthfully, she's less concerned with the crimes and more about the bizarre litany of scarring. ]
[Early on Monday morning, both Jason and Shinnosuke will head out to check the still boarded up Bank/Post Office. Which is, you know, a stupid idea. Jason's experience with the Doctor's Office should have been enough to demonstrate how dangerous the closed buildings are — but, hey. Death has to come for them some day, right? Right.
Jason himself is equipped with a shovel (again), taking a look around the building to determine how many doors or windows there may be, as well as anything else of note. There is... probably not much to see besides wood panels? And more wood panels. But he might as well.]
Dunno if I ever mentioned it, but there was some kind of device inside the Clinic before we cracked it open. A sensor. [And a box of death. The death box. His enemy.] It fired off an arrow as soon as we broke a window, so we might want to take a look inside before we try anything.
[Is that going to help them, though? Probably not. Rest in pieces, children.]
[This is really a stupid idea, but yeah, at this rate they're all going to die anyway, so might as well take a risk and try being productive as death comes?? In Shinnosuke's defence, he's barely spoke with anyone after the trial and has spent the weekend repressing everything, so this is his way of actually emoting/venting out his frustrations. What's Jason's excuse, huh.
Shinnosuke drops off a bag at a short distance away—containing some supplies he nabbed from the clinic, just in case (never mind that both of them could be incapacitated)—before adjusting his grip on his own shovel, holding it as he would a sword for now.]
Got it. We're probably not going to come out of this unscathed, huh?
[ Well, her roommate is one of the dead. Not even one of the missing; gone, and while Rin feels terrible and angry about it, there's now... nobody to back her up if she stays in the room. Her self-preservation is going overtime, and she's standing in front of the posters with a scowl. ]
A poor attempt?
[ ...maybe that's not what she should be concerned about, though. ]
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[there is smoke coming from the kitchen this morning. it's not like, so much smoke that it seems like something is on fire. but there's enough for any casual passerby to be Concerned]
[investigation of the smoke leads to Milla, who is standing in front of one of the stoves, her brow furrowed and a spatula clutched in one hand. spread across the counter is a variety of spices and seasonings, as well as a few large slabs of raw garula steak. anyone good at cooking can tell that the seasoning Milla chose all compliment each other nicely and would make a very delicious steak! except. . .]
[the steak she has in the pan on the stove is burnt to a crisp]
I see. . . so maintaining the right amount of heat is the most difficult part of cooking. I thought all one needed to know was how to properly combine flavors.
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[ The smell of burnt meat is palpable even from outside the kitchen. Chane, guided by some abrupt whim of curiosity, peers into the doorway in search of where that displeasing aroma is coming from.
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Well, then. ]
... [ Reaching out, she taps Milla on the shoulder to get her attention. ]
[Anyone wandering around the town in the morning will be met with a unique sight. There's a girl standing in front of the town sign, which might not be too rare, if it weren't for the fact that directly to her right is a bucket from the general store filled to the brim with tomatoes. It's obvious enough after a few moments that she didn't bring them along for a snack, though. She reaches in, takes one in her remaining hand, and throws it, aiming at the place where it lists the current population.
This is probably going to go on until she runs out of tomatoes, unless she's stopped. Of course, her aim is far from perfect, so any unlucky passerby might find that they're getting nailed with one of the aforementioned fruits. Oops.]
Oh, shit. Sorry.
[Alternatively, if she sees anyone staring, she'll reach into the bucket and hold out one of the tomatoes to them wordlessly, with a slow nod. Join her.]
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[ Where's Sara today? Besides the saloon, it looks like she's heading for the homestead though if she meets your gaze and you're someone who admitted you had absolutely no gun experience, she's tilting her head expectantly. ]
I may or may not regret this, but if you want a shooting lesson, I actually have time.
[ What a weird concept, time. If you know how to shoot a gun, well, she'll salute you with her pistol anyway. ]
[ At some point through-out the week, Chane pops in to the saloon for a bit, ostensibly to keep Sara company. She's even trying beer! It tastes... thoroughly unpleasant, and she's nobly biting back a gag with every mouthful.
[As has become habit, Lust makes her way to the most wanted posters, more out of routine than anything else. It isn't as though they offer any new sort of insight, or can't be found elsewhere. But she checks anyway, always curious if her own will be posted. Not this time.]
[Interesting about the beloved doctor...]
Monday - Thursday General
[When not in her room or other areas of the living space, Lust can be found at the saloon or nearby it. Often with a drink. It seems the events of the weekend have taken a toll on the usually composed and introverted homunculus. And really...a horse? In the hotel?]
[She's not discounting her recent idea that this is some kind of specialized hell for them all. Sometimes, she'll simply start a conversation with anyone passing by.]
You know...they could have given us something to do. Between the grisly parts. Something worth doing, I mean. Something enjoyable.
Xion blinks, slowing to a stop, and then tilts her head. Her expression does something funny, then. It's an understanding look, almost like she wants to smile, but no smile ever comes. ]
It's pretty boring, isn't it? It's sort of strange. We have all this free time, and then from Friday through Sunday everything is crazy and awful.... [ A huff. ]
( through the week - kitchen ) [So it's kind of an understatement to say that things have been super draining lately, but still, that's where everyone's at for the most part. Eliot's starting to feel the weight of everything himself. Usually, back home, that was easy to deal with. He could always just beat up some bad guys and walk away feeling reinvigorated. But here his options are more limited. So screw it, time for Plan B.
So throughout the week, you'll find Eliot more and more hanging around the kitchen. Preparing various meals. Not that he didn't cook before, but it was only now and then, and only for himself. This week he's turning it up a notch.
Meaning if you happen to wander into the area, you'll find him making all sorts of stuff. They're... surprisingly complex dishes, considering what sorta guy he is. It's honestly some gourmet chef stuff. Other times, you might actually catch him baking. Cookies, mostly, because there's something soothing about baking those.
You won't get roped into helping, but if you linger without speaking up, eventually Eliot will look over at you and just hand you a plate of food.] Here. [And then he'll just... continue cooking. Does he... expect you to eat it, or what? Who knows, you sure aren't getting any context.]
( tuesday ) [Eliot's been... restless. Week four of this and he's... honestly starting to miss his crew. Hell, he's even starting to miss Hardison rambling on about dumb geek stuff. First the figured he'd wander around, try to clear his head, but that's not really doing it for him right now.
For a while, he's just been sitting alone in the saloon, looking at... something small he's holding in his hand, but it's hard to say what exactly it is. It seems to be made out of clear plastic, whatever it is. But eventually he'll look over to whoever's near and... well, fuck it, he needs to just talk with someone. The introspection is starting to get old.]
...So what kinda place are you from, anyway? [A very brief pause.] Don't think I ever really asked anyone.
[They've all had other things on their mind, to be fair, but hey, might as well do this now.]
( wildcard ) [you know the drill, hit me up for whatever here.]
[oh. oh wow. as much as Milla enjoyed trying convenient food, such as canned soup and cup noodles and cereal, she definitely definitely preferred the fancier stuff. so when Eliot hands her a plate of food, her stomach growls on instinct]
Oh my goodness. It smells so good! I. . . I haven't eaten like this since I got here.
[she's been living off of lunchables, please save her 8'( and also, she's digging in almost immediately. what happened to manners]
Maybe it was seeing Jason and Shinnosuke torn apart - Jason, in his case, again, all for seemingly no reason. Maybe it's because of a head on a pillow, or a person getting swallowed up by the earth. Maybe it's because everything that's being asked of her is finally getting to be too much. Maybe she just finally wants to feel like she has even an iota of control in this situation.
Whatever the case may be, here are Xion and Milla in front of the Gunsmith. Xion, in what is certainly going to be no real secret to anyone, has Soul Eater, Riku's sword. She notably does not have either Pluto or her walking stick.
All she wants is to know. She's tired of not knowing. If they can learn something useful here, as long as Milla lives, she'll be satisfied.
Xion's staring up at the front of the building with a small frown before approaching one of the windows. She's aware of what they might find inside, so might as well try and check things out. ]
We'll have to get these boards off. Are you ready, Milla?
[by now, Milla knows the dangers inherent to exploring the boarded up buildings. the explosion at the clinic, as well as the venomous robots at the post office were warning enough. but as she had emphatically told Xion just a few days before, nobody gets anywhere in solving problems by shying away from risk]
[and Milla never shied away from risk. particularly not when that risk could reveal some darn answers]
[that doesn't mean she isn't prepared, of course. she has Higekiri's sword at her side, and has finally decided to carry her pistol around with her (thanks to Sara's lessons with them). she approaches the building cautiously, shooting a sideways glance at Xion to make sure the other woman isn't having any trouble walking on her broken heel without her walking stick]
Of course I'm ready. [she's always ready!] But let's be wise in our approach. Shall we try one of the windows first?
[just so they can peek inside, because after having to save Jason and Shinnosuke's butts from the post office she is of the opinion that they should make sure the front door is open in case they need to make a hasty retreat]
[ The post office seems to have repaired itself overnight. The building is back in order but lacking any boarded up windows or doors and there's no hint of the fire or creatures that roamed through it before. The teller booths are empty and the letterboxes seem undisturbed.
It's just a post office now, and it seems there's been a delivery. On Thursday, actual letters hand-written and sealed can be found in specific mailboxes. A closer look shows that everyone in town has one, even the dead. Maybe check to see if something's in yours today? ]
Hey. Some of this might get ████████ even though I'm trying ███████████████████████████████████, so I'm sorry if it doesn't make sense. I'll try to stay █████ enough you get the █████ that ██████. ███ attention, idiot. Whatever does get through, I'm specifically ██████ every █████████████████████, so ████ waste this ██████.
You're you, so you might wonder if this is a trick a little less than I would, but you'll still wonder. You drank fire water once when I asked you to, remember? No one else was there. The second time you kissed me back, we'd just been thrown off a dock and you kept the water away. The first time we ever kissed was before that, but you're a moron and didn't kiss back, so it doesn't entirely count. The first time you kissed me back was just before we got thrown into the lake. Your mother and I met up a lot while you were gone, did I tell you? She's the reason you like blue food. You wanted me to like New Rome because you saw a future for us there. Once someone tried to defeat us with Groupons. That was ██████. Neither of us is ever going to like ████████████.
Believe me yet? Here's the part that ███████. Your ████████████████████████ a wish for playing him a ████, with the rule that he couldn't ████ around or it'd be undone. Do you remember the █████? If you stop putting in ██████, you've turned around. So don't stop, Percy. The ██████ matters, and you need to focus on that. Understood?
There's more that ███████, too. I'm sorry. Not for making █████████████, because that was still the right choice and I suppose the situation right now means I automatically get the last word there. Maybe I should ███████████████████████████████ now that you can't even put up a ████████████████? That would maybe be a little cruel, though. I'm sorry I couldn't do anything about it, so I'm trying to do something for you now. And don't blame yourself over it, like you are. You shouldn't. Just be the ████ I know you are.
I'm not going to say I forgive you because there's nothing there to forgive. Don't be stupid.
I love you. You owe me a funeral, though. Remember the one we held after the labyrinth, the first time, with the burial shroud? Burn one for me, Perseus.
-Annabeth
HARRY POTTER
Mr. Keepsake █████,
If you let anything happen to my boyfriend, I will find a way to destroy you from the great ██████.
Sincerely, Annabeth Chase
P.S. Do your ████.
JASON TODD
Hey,
You're almost definitely going to get yourself killed with a ███████████ sooner rather than later, but █████████ on the post office thing, I guess. Maybe try to ████ it down a little? Or ████ it up a lot. Either way.
-Annabeth Chase
SHINNOSUKE ARISU
Shinnosuke,
I actually █████ you. ████ job re: the post office. Even if I'm pretty sure that puts you in reckless not remotely ██████ teenager-ville, but we both already knew ████ was a █████. Jackass.
[ When everyone wakes up on Thursday morning (or around 5AM, at least), they'll find Shinnosuke Arisu currently locked up in the stocks. There's no lock keeping him in place but no matter what, the wooden stocks don't seem to budge. Looks like he's just stuck there for a while. ]
[ In the graveyard on Thursday, things look a little unsettled.
Both Nisha Kadam and Tarvek Sturmvoraus's graves look recently dug up and then filled back in. The problem with that though is Tarvek's grave looks as if it was unsettled again where a hole rests in the center.
Kind of like... someone may have dug out of it! Haha, but that's crazy, right? ]
[So. This is apparently the week of teenagers doing stupid bullshit, isn't it? It's getting late but that doesn't stop them from approaching the graveyard and grabbing some shovels. Jason had mentioned a theory of his and it would have been stupid of them to really ignore the idea, given everything that's happened this week.
Percy himself isn't afraid. There's nothing left to be afraid of, is there? The worst to come has already happened and all he has left are risks and ideas. And it's with this in mind that he approaches with Annabeth's dagger still attached to his hip, shovel in hand as he stares...well, first at Tarvek's grave and he raises an eyebrow.]
I know we came here for another reason, but do you think we should actually...like...take care of that first? [A vague hand gestures to the grave.]
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Last trial Damian Wayne, Harry Potter, Papika, and Rin Tohsaka voted for themselves. As a direct result of this, the votes were skewed and we ended up in a tie. From this moment on, those who do vote for themselves will be punished severely. You four, think about what you've accomplished here because of your obstinance. I hope you feel good about yourselves.
[ But he doesn't quite indicate what that punishment will be, does he? ]
That's it though, as you were.
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[Famous last words.]
Voting for ourselves was never disallowed in the rulebook.
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But mostly, sitting in his rocking chair and carving pieces of wood while chewing tobacco. ]
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At first, nothing seems amiss…the calm air of Whole Ass almost unsettling after the events of the weekend. Harry and Xion have taken the beds and Percy eventually moved to the couch, Mrs. O'Leary cradled against him. It's Mrs. O'Leary's whining and Pluto's barking that wakes him up first more than anything and he stares blearily around the room. You know. Until he hears the whinny that really shouldn't be there at all.
He sits upright and comes face to face with a horse. And yells. Loudly.
The yelling, of course, wakes up his roommates who also begin yelling? Screaming, maybe, half-heard phrases and a few stray swears that can be heard throughout the hotel.
Maybe someone should go check on these stupid kids…]
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... I suppose I shall not, then.
There are worse crimes than hedonism listed on these posters, regardless.
[that's what you think, Barnham.]
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This time, it's two rabbits, and they have already been skinned. Like with Ana, he doesn't speak to Hannibal when he enters, and he doesn't say what he's doing until he's put the two things up on the counter.] For food.
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murdering serial killerkeen eye can probably spot bruising around the rabbits' necks, indicating they had been caught in, likely, a handmade noose trap.]fuck off peta
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Upon closer scrutiny, well...
Truthfully, she's less concerned with the crimes and more about the bizarre litany of scarring. ]
If I may ask, who are the Vergers?
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Jason himself is equipped with a shovel (again), taking a look around the building to determine how many doors or windows there may be, as well as anything else of note. There is... probably not much to see besides wood panels? And more wood panels. But he might as well.]
Dunno if I ever mentioned it, but there was some kind of device inside the Clinic before we cracked it open. A sensor. [And a box of death. The death box. His enemy.] It fired off an arrow as soon as we broke a window, so we might want to take a look inside before we try anything.
[Is that going to help them, though? Probably not. Rest in pieces, children.]
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Got it. We're probably not going to come out of this unscathed, huh?
[RIP dumb teenage boys.]
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[ ...maybe that's not what she should be concerned about, though. ]
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... I wonder if that truly should be what you are focused upon.
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[there is smoke coming from the kitchen this morning. it's not like, so much smoke that it seems like something is on fire. but there's enough for any casual passerby to be Concerned]
[investigation of the smoke leads to Milla, who is standing in front of one of the stoves, her brow furrowed and a spatula clutched in one hand. spread across the counter is a variety of spices and seasonings, as well as a few large slabs of raw garula steak. anyone good at cooking can tell that the seasoning Milla chose all compliment each other nicely and would make a very delicious steak! except. . .]
[the steak she has in the pan on the stove is burnt to a crisp]
I see. . . so maintaining the right amount of heat is the most difficult part of cooking. I thought all one needed to know was how to properly combine flavors.
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... [ Reaching out, she taps Milla on the shoulder to get her attention. ]
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[Anyone wandering around the town in the morning will be met with a unique sight. There's a girl standing in front of the town sign, which might not be too rare, if it weren't for the fact that directly to her right is a bucket from the general store filled to the brim with tomatoes. It's obvious enough after a few moments that she didn't bring them along for a snack, though. She reaches in, takes one in her remaining hand, and throws it, aiming at the place where it lists the current population.
This is probably going to go on until she runs out of tomatoes, unless she's stopped. Of course, her aim is far from perfect, so any unlucky passerby might find that they're getting nailed with one of the aforementioned fruits. Oops.]
Oh, shit. Sorry.
[Alternatively, if she sees anyone staring, she'll reach into the bucket and hold out one of the tomatoes to them wordlessly, with a slow nod. Join her.]
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That seems like a waste of perfectly good tomatoes. I don't understand the object of this game.
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[ Where's Sara today? Besides the saloon, it looks like she's heading for the homestead though if she meets your gaze and you're someone who admitted you had absolutely no gun experience, she's tilting her head expectantly. ]
I may or may not regret this, but if you want a shooting lesson, I actually have time.
[ What a weird concept, time. If you know how to shoot a gun, well, she'll salute you with her pistol anyway. ]
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Really, what did you expect-- ]
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[As has become habit, Lust makes her way to the most wanted posters, more out of routine than anything else. It isn't as though they offer any new sort of insight, or can't be found elsewhere. But she checks anyway, always curious if her own will be posted. Not this time.]
[Interesting about the beloved doctor...]
Monday - Thursday General
[When not in her room or other areas of the living space, Lust can be found at the saloon or nearby it. Often with a drink. It seems the events of the weekend have taken a toll on the usually composed and introverted homunculus. And really...a horse? In the hotel?]
[She's not discounting her recent idea that this is some kind of specialized hell for them all. Sometimes, she'll simply start a conversation with anyone passing by.]
You know...they could have given us something to do. Between the grisly parts. Something worth doing, I mean. Something enjoyable.
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Xion blinks, slowing to a stop, and then tilts her head. Her expression does something funny, then. It's an understanding look, almost like she wants to smile, but no smile ever comes. ]
It's pretty boring, isn't it? It's sort of strange. We have all this free time, and then from Friday through Sunday everything is crazy and awful.... [ A huff. ]
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[So it's kind of an understatement to say that things have been super draining lately, but still, that's where everyone's at for the most part. Eliot's starting to feel the weight of everything himself. Usually, back home, that was easy to deal with. He could always just beat up some bad guys and walk away feeling reinvigorated. But here his options are more limited. So screw it, time for Plan B.
So throughout the week, you'll find Eliot more and more hanging around the kitchen. Preparing various meals. Not that he didn't cook before, but it was only now and then, and only for himself. This week he's turning it up a notch.
Meaning if you happen to wander into the area, you'll find him making all sorts of stuff. They're... surprisingly complex dishes, considering what sorta guy he is. It's honestly some gourmet chef stuff. Other times, you might actually catch him baking. Cookies, mostly, because there's something soothing about baking those.
You won't get roped into helping, but if you linger without speaking up, eventually Eliot will look over at you and just hand you a plate of food.] Here. [And then he'll just... continue cooking. Does he... expect you to eat it, or what? Who knows, you sure aren't getting any context.]
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[Eliot's been... restless. Week four of this and he's... honestly starting to miss his crew. Hell, he's even starting to miss Hardison rambling on about dumb geek stuff. First the figured he'd wander around, try to clear his head, but that's not really doing it for him right now.
For a while, he's just been sitting alone in the saloon, looking at... something small he's holding in his hand, but it's hard to say what exactly it is. It seems to be made out of clear plastic, whatever it is. But eventually he'll look over to whoever's near and... well, fuck it, he needs to just talk with someone. The introspection is starting to get old.]
...So what kinda place are you from, anyway? [A very brief pause.] Don't think I ever really asked anyone.
[They've all had other things on their mind, to be fair, but hey, might as well do this now.]
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Oh my goodness. It smells so good! I. . . I haven't eaten like this since I got here.
[she's been living off of lunchables, please save her 8'( and also, she's digging in almost immediately. what happened to manners]
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...High explosives. Awesome. Wonderful. Just what we all needed.
[She has Many Concerns, but she's going to try to get the lid off this box anyways. Please don't explode the entire town.]
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wednesday; closed.
Maybe it was seeing Jason and Shinnosuke torn apart - Jason, in his case, again, all for seemingly no reason. Maybe it's because of a head on a pillow, or a person getting swallowed up by the earth. Maybe it's because everything that's being asked of her is finally getting to be too much. Maybe she just finally wants to feel like she has even an iota of control in this situation.
Whatever the case may be, here are Xion and Milla in front of the Gunsmith. Xion, in what is certainly going to be no real secret to anyone, has Soul Eater, Riku's sword. She notably does not have either Pluto or her walking stick.
All she wants is to know. She's tired of not knowing. If they can learn something useful here, as long as Milla lives, she'll be satisfied.
Xion's staring up at the front of the building with a small frown before approaching one of the windows. She's aware of what they might find inside, so might as well try and check things out. ]
We'll have to get these boards off. Are you ready, Milla?
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[and Milla never shied away from risk. particularly not when that risk could reveal some darn answers]
[that doesn't mean she isn't prepared, of course. she has Higekiri's sword at her side, and has finally decided to carry her pistol around with her (thanks to Sara's lessons with them). she approaches the building cautiously, shooting a sideways glance at Xion to make sure the other woman isn't having any trouble walking on her broken heel without her walking stick]
Of course I'm ready. [she's always ready!] But let's be wise in our approach. Shall we try one of the windows first?
[just so they can peek inside, because after having to save Jason and Shinnosuke's butts from the post office she is of the opinion that they should make sure the front door is open in case they need to make a hasty retreat]
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LETTERS
It's just a post office now, and it seems there's been a delivery. On Thursday, actual letters hand-written and sealed can be found in specific mailboxes. A closer look shows that everyone in town has one, even the dead. Maybe check to see if something's in yours today? ]
ANNABETH CHASE
Seaweed Brain,
Hey. Some of this might get ████████ even though I'm trying ███████████████████████████████████, so I'm sorry if it doesn't make sense. I'll try to stay █████ enough you get the █████ that ██████. ███ attention, idiot. Whatever does get through, I'm specifically ██████ every █████████████████████, so ████ waste this ██████.
You're you, so you might wonder if this is a trick a little less than I would, but you'll still wonder. You drank fire water once when I asked you to, remember? No one else was there. The second time you kissed me back, we'd just been thrown off a dock and you kept the water away. The first time we ever kissed was before that, but you're a moron and didn't kiss back, so it doesn't entirely count. The first time you kissed me back was just before we got thrown into the lake. Your mother and I met up a lot while you were gone, did I tell you? She's the reason you like blue food. You wanted me to like New Rome because you saw a future for us there. Once someone tried to defeat us with Groupons. That was ██████. Neither of us is ever going to like ████████████.
Believe me yet? Here's the part that ███████. Your ████████████████████████ a wish for playing him a ████, with the rule that he couldn't ████ around or it'd be undone. Do you remember the █████? If you stop putting in ██████, you've turned around. So don't stop, Percy. The ██████ matters, and you need to focus on that. Understood?
There's more that ███████, too. I'm sorry. Not for making █████████████, because that was still the right choice and I suppose the situation right now means I automatically get the last word there. Maybe I should ███████████████████████████████ now that you can't even put up a ████████████████? That would maybe be a little cruel, though. I'm sorry I couldn't do anything about it, so I'm trying to do something for you now. And don't blame yourself over it, like you are. You shouldn't. Just be the ████ I know you are.
I'm not going to say I forgive you because there's nothing there to forgive. Don't be stupid.
I love you. You owe me a funeral, though. Remember the one we held after the labyrinth, the first time, with the burial shroud? Burn one for me, Perseus.
-Annabeth
HARRY POTTER
Mr. Keepsake █████,
If you let anything happen to my boyfriend, I will find a way to destroy you from the great ██████.
Sincerely,
Annabeth Chase
P.S. Do your ████.
JASON TODD
Hey,
You're almost definitely going to get yourself killed with a ███████████ sooner rather than later, but █████████ on the post office thing, I guess. Maybe try to ████ it down a little? Or ████ it up a lot. Either way.
-Annabeth Chase
SHINNOSUKE ARISU
Shinnosuke,
I actually █████ you. ████ job re: the post office. Even if I'm pretty sure that puts you in reckless not remotely ██████ teenager-ville, but we both already knew ████ was a █████. Jackass.
-Annabeth Chase
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Both Nisha Kadam and Tarvek Sturmvoraus's graves look recently dug up and then filled back in. The problem with that though is Tarvek's grave looks as if it was unsettled again where a hole rests in the center.
Kind of like... someone may have dug out of it! Haha, but that's crazy, right? ]
Thursday night, pre-hotel curfew, closed
Percy himself isn't afraid. There's nothing left to be afraid of, is there? The worst to come has already happened and all he has left are risks and ideas. And it's with this in mind that he approaches with Annabeth's dagger still attached to his hip, shovel in hand as he stares...well, first at Tarvek's grave and he raises an eyebrow.]
I know we came here for another reason, but do you think we should actually...like...take care of that first? [A vague hand gestures to the grave.]
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