The town is quiet, eerily so. All animals, all chatter, all gusts of wind have come to a complete stop this morning. A tumbleweed passes by through the center of town and the rocking chair on the Sheriff's porch sways but remains silent. Everything is muted and as the door of the hotel opens, the only sensation that rings utterly true today is this:
One of your own is gone.
And now, as the rules state, it is your job to discover their fate.
Welcome to the investigation post! If your character decides to search an area, please post the name of the location in your header and wait for the mod replies. Anything to discover or not to will be indicated during the course of the thread.
After the body is discovered, an announcement will be made and characters are free to spend the rest of the afternoons how they like. If there are any questions, please shoot a message either to this journal or at robowest.
[So yeah, all right, he was here last week but that was important. Today is just as important and it's why as soon as possible he and Xion are on their way straight to the stocks. Percy, of course, is carrying her because everyone knows by now that Xion would try walking that far on her own. It's much more simple to just carry her.
But at least Milla's here, too?]
Sorry, we were booking it as fast as possible. [And hesitantly:] Milla?
[Did someone steal one of the obvious weapons laying around here? Please say no, or else Jason and Natalie might have a conniption as they enter the place.]
[ so after the great body search of week four, whole ass can be greeted to papika and barnham both walking back to the rest of town! they stop near the sheriff's station and the first thing anyone might notice is that they are both completely and utterly soaked, and they also both look very grossed out.
HUH. WONDER WHAT HAPPENED HERE. (it was bodies. bodies happened here.) ]
Hi... [ she. waves??? ] We found them? Lust and Simon. They were at the watering hole. Someone shot Simon in the head, and then tied him to a rock and threw him into the... lake... [ SHE LOOKS EVEN MORE GROSSED OUT AS SHE'S ABOUT TO SAY THE NEXT PART. ] We found Lust's head on the dock. And the rest of her pieces were in the water. We got it all out? They're back there.
That's, um, all. [ she looks at barnham and whispers. ] Did I do that right?
Edited (had to add in proper murder html there yall) 2017-02-11 00:52 (UTC)
[So obviously Eliot never looks happy about body announcements, but this time... This time he seems extra upset. Even with his arms crossed, he has his fists clenched. For a bit, he just sort of... focuses on his breathing. And boy, does he have to do a lot of focusing right now.
He's not really looking at anyone, his gaze is focused more to the ground than eye level right now.]
[Hey, guess who's not dead (or in the stocks anymore, thanks Milla). He also looks a little like he's about to keel over because HAHA WHAT'S SLEEP, but...]
... Simon, huh?
[Well, bye, roomie.]
What about his monkey? He always had that guy with him.
[And he comes...lugging Yuna in one arm and Xion in another? How the fuck does this happen to him. He's busy holding both girls and listening to Papika before slowly shaking his head. Thanks for sullying the lake, you fuckers!!!]
Are you and Mr. Barnham okay? And how're we getting multiple murders now? That really wasn't a standard I was hoping to set.
[And then, awkwardly:] ...also Yuna got mauled by coyotes and I don't really know how to do first aid for normal people.
GENERAL STORE
Is there...? ]
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Anything here...?
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Nothing else though. ]
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But at least Milla's here, too?]
Sorry, we were booking it as fast as possible. [And hesitantly:] Milla?
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gunsmith
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Scale of one to ten, how bad do you think this will be?
[At least numbers are easy to tap out, probably.]
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watering hole
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Who knows what they'll find here, he's mostly following to babysit.]
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church
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Also, the floorboards are still broken. ]
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graveyard
... Hopefully no one's stowed a gun in her grave again, but she's checking to see if any shit's out of place yet again. ]
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Talk about the heebie-jeebies. [it feels creepier than it did the first week, probably because ???? graveyards??? sure.]
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On the tracks, in particular. There's going to be a glint of red.
There is also the smell of something burning coming from the other side of the train. ]
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body announcement
HUH. WONDER WHAT HAPPENED HERE. (it was bodies. bodies happened here.) ]
Hi... [ she. waves??? ] We found them? Lust and Simon. They were at the watering hole. Someone shot Simon in the head, and then tied him to a rock and threw him into the... lake... [ SHE LOOKS EVEN MORE GROSSED OUT AS SHE'S ABOUT TO SAY THE NEXT PART. ] We found Lust's head on the dock. And the rest of her pieces were in the water. We got it all out? They're back there.
That's, um, all. [ she looks at barnham and whispers. ] Did I do that right?
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Yes. You did well.
[It's said tiredly, but he means it nonetheless. Good work with those dead bodies, Papika.]
Do not forget to breathe, Miss Papika. [It's been A Lot.]
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. . . thank you for the announcement, Papika. Are you all right?
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[why is everyone going so fucking turbo for murder in this town. are the pure beans even pure :( :( :(
suffering ,truly.]
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Good to know we have someone with a head fetish.
Or two someones.
[Stop.................. And also:]
Want me to get you some towels? You look gross.
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He's not really looking at anyone, his gaze is focused more to the ground than eye level right now.]
All chopped up, huh?
[Man, he sounds... a little quieter than usual.]
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... Simon, huh?
[Well, bye, roomie.]
What about his monkey? He always had that guy with him.
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Are you and Mr. Barnham okay? And how're we getting multiple murders now? That really wasn't a standard I was hoping to set.
[And then, awkwardly:] ...also Yuna got mauled by coyotes and I don't really know how to do first aid for normal people.
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[ A gun is easy, but. ]
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