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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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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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ADDENDUM
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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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monday funday
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let's talk about how eating meat is satanic and wrong
fuck off peta
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monday.
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monday
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got a case of the mondays
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tuesday
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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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A poor attempt?
[ ...maybe that's not what she should be concerned about, though. ]
WILDCARD;
monday
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monday
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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.
[help]
Wildcard
[hit me up at
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monday morning-
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kitchen
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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.]
wildcard
[if you'd like to plan anything else, hit me up at
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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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[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!!
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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
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Wednesday, Kitchen
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tuesday!!
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tuesday!
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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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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
HIGEKIRI
NISHA KADAM
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NUI HARIUME
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RIKU
TARVEK STURMVORAUS
STOCKS
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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
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