[ WEEK FOUR – INVESTIGATION ]

[sheriffexe]

INVESTIGATION

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.

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gunsmith

[impulsiveness]

[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.]

[robitussin]

[Please let these teenagers rest and not have to worry about missing weapons. Anyways, they sure are here to check it out!]

Scale of one to ten, how bad do you think this will be?

[At least numbers are easy to tap out, probably.]

[impulsiveness]

[Probably. Assuming they're still by whatever is left of the front entrance, he taps out the number eleven. So, you know. Pretty bad even if nobody stole one of the weapons from here. This is followed by a question: Has Natalie talked to Milla and Xion about what they found here originally?

Because, lord... Please let there be no missing weapons. Or cannons. Especially cannons.]

[sheriffexe]

[ The only thing in the gunsmith is an arm, lying useless and rotting near the cannon.

Yuck. ]

[robitussin]

No, I didn't ask them what was— is that an arm?!

[I wonder!! Who that could belong to!!]

[impulsiveness]

[WELL, THEN.]

... Uh.

[Awesome use of your remaining vocabulary, Jason.

Let's just assume he's picked up the habit of wearing gloves even in civilian clothes because??? He's totally bending over to poke at the arm. Maybe even lifting the arm if possible. Maybe even making the arm wave at his unfortunate partner here.

Say hi, Natalie!]

[robitussin]

What are you... Don't pick that— what the fuck is wrong with you? Jason!

[at least she is too distracted by those shenanigans to question whose arm that is because??? um???]

[impulsiveness]

[He may or may not be halfway through making the hand flip the bird when Natalie rightfully calls him out.

And then he shrugs??? Makes the hand's middle finger tap out: It was funny.

Okay, Jason.]

[robitussin]

You're such a pig.

[Ugh!! But she's coming in and noticing where exactly the arm looks like it was removed, which?? Coincidentally matches up with where her stump arm ends??]

...No way. Oh my god.

[impulsiveness]

[The "no way" get him to look up, his (own, thankfully) hand moving automatically to tap out a question — except. Uh. He doesn't have to, because his eyes land on her stump. And her face. And then on the rotting arm they found on the floor.

And.

Yikes.

DROPPING THAT SHIT ASAP??? While choking out something that sounds suspiciously like "holy shit". Definitely a kneejerk reaction. Also, dick move ya dingus.]

[robitussin]

Oh my god. Oh my god.

[NOPE SHE'S DONE WITH TODAY ALREADY BYE

Seriously though she's backing out of the gunsmith unless Jason stops her?? She looks like she wants to puke. Someone should probably do something with her arm but it's not going to be her.]