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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[ Meanwhile, her own poster helpfully (unhelpfully?) lets everyone know she's mute, saving her the trouble of that awkward moment of introducing the concept.
Writing... ]
I find it rather alarming that the Sheriff, if he did create the posters, had access to that information.
[ Despite his joking, his expression does turn more serious, and his gaze drifts back to the posters, though not to any one in particular. It's really all of them as a whole. ]
It's something I've been wondering about, though in not in the "how" so much as the "why". What this place may be. What it may mean. With a wall of our faces, all sins and scars laid bare, what is the purpose? It has not helped us so far. I honestly wonder if it ever would.
[ He looks to Chane after musing aloud, and his question is a bit prying, but he takes on a tone that makes it clear that she doesn't have to answer if she doesn't want to. ]
What were you doing before you arrived on the train, Mrs. Walken?
[ Prying, perhaps... but she sees no harm in answering. It's not as if it will mean anything in the long run. This is a closed space, and nothing that came before it seems to matter.
Still, there's a pause - of thought, considering her answer - as she writes. ]
I was assisting with a delivery. Felix was not with me.
[ It's true, if a bit vague. Jacuzzi's work as a bootlegger needed all hands at times and Claire kept his own career. She didn't intrude on that, and vice versa. ]
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Writing... ]
I find it rather alarming that the Sheriff, if he did create the posters, had access to that information.
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[ Despite his joking, his expression does turn more serious, and his gaze drifts back to the posters, though not to any one in particular. It's really all of them as a whole. ]
It's something I've been wondering about, though in not in the "how" so much as the "why". What this place may be. What it may mean. With a wall of our faces, all sins and scars laid bare, what is the purpose? It has not helped us so far. I honestly wonder if it ever would.
[ He looks to Chane after musing aloud, and his question is a bit prying, but he takes on a tone that makes it clear that she doesn't have to answer if she doesn't want to. ]
What were you doing before you arrived on the train, Mrs. Walken?
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Still, there's a pause - of thought, considering her answer - as she writes. ]
I was assisting with a delivery. Felix was not with me.
[ It's true, if a bit vague. Jacuzzi's work as a bootlegger needed all hands at times and Claire kept his own career. She didn't intrude on that, and vice versa. ]