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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!
After all, there's nothing wrong with the town today and you might just want to savor it while it lasts.
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Re: WANTED POSTERS
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ANNOUNCEMENT
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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[ He's trying to remain calm about this. "Trying" being the key word. ]
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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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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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monday funday
... 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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let's talk about how eating meat is satanic and wrong
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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monday.
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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got a case of the mondays
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monday; closed.
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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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?
[RIP dumb teenage boys.]
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A poor attempt?
[ ...maybe that's not what she should be concerned about, though. ]
WILDCARD;
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his turn to look at her wanted poster.
Er...]
... 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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Oh.
Well, then. ]
... [ Reaching out, she taps Milla on the shoulder to get her attention. ]
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monday morning-
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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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[if you'd like to plan anything else, hit me up at
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[and when Natalie offers her the tomato bucket, she just kind of. stares. confused]
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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[ You'll find her in the saloon.
Really, what did you expect-- ]
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So what's going on, friend? ]
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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.
general prompt!!
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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wednesday general!!
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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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[you know the drill, hit me up for whatever here.]
kitchen, probably like. wednesday
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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RIKU
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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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