[ WEEK SIX ]

[sheriffexe]

WEEK SIX

CURRENT POPULATION: 14 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. This post functions as the general mingle post for the week. Wanted Posters and other small events will be posted in top levels below. If there's any questions or requests, please send a PM or shoot a PP to robowest.

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WANTED POSTERS

[sheriffexe]

On the pinboard in the railroad station, three posters have been chosen at random to list under the "Most Wanted" sign. Any character that passes the board by today can spot them, faces posted for all to see. This week's Most Wanted are:

MOST WANTED
• Damian Wayne
• Natalie Goodman
• Percy Jackon

[impulsiveness]

[okay but what if jason just

walks up to the board

and

personally

rIPS THAT SHIT DOWN??? GO SUCK A DICK, WHOLE ASS]

[robitussin]

[Before Jason rips them down (thanks Jason), she's just kind of staring at hers with a deadeyed expression. Should she notice anyone looking at it or her, she'll turn to them with a frown.]

...It's kind of an exaggeration. Most of it. Probably.

[not really tho]

[hydrokinetics]

[Just. A lot of this face. He's staring at his wanted posted before sighing deeply and just sort of letting his head thud against the board, resting his forehead on his poster.]

Of course. [And to anyone who can still very much clearly read his poster, he'll say:] I'm pretty sure I can explain most of that.

[elemancy]

[honestly, though. noct is just staring at all three posters with a look on his face that says "seriously?"

is there even a point to any of this anymore? whole ass, you need to stop.]

[thatsthespirit]

[also just]

[stares at these posters for a moment]

[and then turns on her heel and walks away. SHE'S GOT THINGS TO DO]

???

[sheriffexe]

[ As of today, Rintaro Okabe seems to be missing. ]

THE SHERIFF

[sheriffexe]

[ In general sheriffing manners, the Sheriff can be found all over town throughout the week. Sometimes bringing in supplies to the shops and restocking the inventory. At other times, sweeping the floor over at the homestead and taking stock of the animals.

But mostly, sitting in his rocking chair and carving pieces of wood while chewing tobacco. ]

[moraled]

[but what is he carving

we must know for the sake of getting the killer all wrong this upcoming trial]

CINEMA

[sheriffexe]

[ Today the door of the cinema is wide open. In front of it is a pile of 40 different corpses -- all the participants of this current round of the game. Anyone who looks is likely to find their own corpse packed amongst the masses.

On top of that, if the bodies of the past week (Ana, Chane, Claire, Diamond Dog, Eliot, Elizabeth, Harry, Russell, Sara, Sei, Yuna) haven't been dealt with yet -- they will be dumped on the pile too. ]

[flippity]

[ ]

[hydrokinetics]

[Why. Why is Whole Ass so much? Why does he keep having to deal with corpses? There's a pile of bodies and he has zero idea what to do about that but he also spots blond princess curls among them.

So yeah he'll probably (?) help move bodies but he's also kind of just pushing them aside to get to the Annabeth corpse. It's morbid, yes, but he has to see. Upon seeing the horrified scream etched into her face, he immediately regrets that though. So he sits, staring at her for a while and shaking his head eventually. Is it possible to be so desensitized by corpses after four days of dealing with them?]

...what are we supposed to do now? [It's said to anybody passing by, seeing how he's sitting on the ground with the corpse pile and Annabeth in front of him. Help him.]

[uraniumnumnum]

[ well, would you look at that!!

ash is less perturbed by this than one might expect. In fact, he's actively going through the pile until he finds his own corpse - at which point, without missing a beat, he begins tugging at it by the legs, attempting to remove it from the pile and move it somewhere. What he's planning to do with it is anyone's guess.

It is a big hunk of dead machinery, though, so he seems to be having some trouble. It's somewhere between funny and morbid. ]

[cherrypuncher]

...
[As always, the Hero Club request box sits in the hotel lobby where everyone will be able to see it. It's as pristinely put-together as it was the day it was first set here; any flaw or sign of wear has been dutifully maintained over the past month-ish.

The Hero Club membership list says, Russell, but that doesn't mean what it used to anymore.

The Hero Club membership list says, Ana Amari, but there's nothing to be done for that now.

The Hero Club membership list says, Tarvek Sturmvoraus, but that ended a while ago.

The Hero Club membership list says, Yuna Yuki. There's a flower sticker beside the name to cover up some graffiti.

The Hero Club request box sits in the hotel lobby where everyone will be able to see it, but the declaration that it will be checked twice each day is one more broken promise now.]

[bittybat]

[Um??? No it's fucking not because Damian Wayne is a Goddamn member, remember? And he CHECKS IT EVERY SINGLE DAMN DAY. FUCK OFF, COURTNEY.]

[thatsthespirit]

Monday

[Milla is in the post office today! she is tucking something extremely colorful into every person's mailbox, even those who are dead. she also still looks like her body might fall apart any second now, but you know, this is important!]

[there's a chicken from the homestead following her around as she works. its name is Felix. please be nice]

[to anyone who comes into the post office to check their mailboxes she'll give a slight nod in greeting, but she won't say anything out loud]

[elemancy]

[noct's going into the post office for entirely unrelated reasons, but before he can even check his mailbox—well, it's hard to miss milla doing this.

but more importantly than what she's doing (and he'll discover that in a bit), comes something a little more...

well, pressing, to him.]

....Never a moment's rest with you, huh? [milla, can you please take it a little easier for one day in your life?]

[impulsiveness]

[He was going to take a look around the Post Office for other reasons, but. He stops upon noticing Milla, his expression turning into one of concern as he spots her tucking all those colorful somethings into everyone's mailboxes.

... He can kind of hazard a guess, so.

Approaching her, he clears his throat. He's not quite in the mood to write anything down, but he'll gesture at her as if to say: Need some help?]

[sating]

[ When Hannibal enters the post office, there's a moment where he simply watches as Milla dutifully carries out the task of giving everyone their mail. He'll greet Milla if she looks at him, but otherwise, he'll observe for a few moments in quiet, contemplative silence. But eventually, he'll approach, and he gives her a small smile. ]

I would recommend that you rest, but I also imagine that my advice may not be taken, all things considered.

[ He nods to the bookmarks she has left to put in the boxes ]

So instead, may I offer my help?

[bittybat]

Monday, morning

[Damian helps get rid of forty bodies that look and feel exactly like the rest of them, alive and dead.

He's scared the closer they get to the bottom, the more likely he's going to see the body of his father.]

Monday, evening

[He's sitting on the dock by the watering hole with his knees drawn up. Beside him is a black and white cat, flopped lazily back against his hip and stretching its leg high up so it can clean the calf of it dutifully.

In one hand is the light green bookmark Yuna left him. He's twirling it idly around and around with his thumb and two fingers, but his gaze is distantly looking out over the water.]

Tuesday, morning

[In the graveyard, there's cherry blossoms on Yuna's grave.]

evening

[flippity]

[ papika had kept away while everyone dealt with the bodies. she wanted to help?? but every time she got too close to the cinema she just froze up and turned the hell around and walked away. she still felt bad about it though.

so, later on, when she spots damian walking towards the watering hole, she gives him what she feels is a respectable head start before heading that way herself. papika sits down right next to him. actually she would prefer not to be here either but there's not really that many places where you can avoid the memory of corpses these days. how unfortunate. ]

You got one too.

[elemancy]

[noct is definitely looking a bit more unkempt this week. clean as he may be, he doesn't seem nearly as concerned that his hair isn't properly gelled (in fact, it's getting a bit too long to even style it properly), and some of those signs that he's not quite a kid show in a minimal amount of scruff patching in on his face.

he's fine? sure. either way, it's a bit of a shift from how he'd been taking care of himself in previous weeks.

(he's still dressed entirely in black, though, go figure.)]


monday, afternoon;

[noct is in the post office, prodding around a couple of the mailboxes—and retrieving his bookmark.

or, that's how it starts, but before he leaves, he ends up kind of just leaning against a wall and sinking to the floor, putting his hand on umbra's head and petting him gently.]

Never thought I'd say that the quiet's too much, right? [he's talking to umbra, but the implication is clear—too many people are dead. but despite that, there's a little bit of resolve in his tone; it's not brooding or depressed, but an air of determination that seems to accompany it, betraying the words a bit.]

monday, evening;

[now is when he's brooding, sitting on the porch of one of the buildings outside. his legs are stretched in front of him.

in his left hand, he's holding yuna's bookmark. in his right, he clenches sara's sword.

just feel free to sit next to him, or judge him, or whatever. he's having A Moment.]

whenever;

[he can be found in a few places through the days. sometimes it's the watering hole, even though the idea of catching fish where they pulled up two bodies is unappealing.

sometimes, it's out on the homestead, caring for the animals and making sure that they're fed and getting a bit of love.

...and sometimes he's just kind of sitting somewhere napping, because he needs 800 naps. it's fine.]

monday evening

[insincerely]

[okay but move your legs before Shinnosuke trips over them, Noct???]

[ceded]

[ Unlike previous weeks, which have mostly included her rolling really hard ever since Riku died, this week, Xion is very subdued. She doesn't really seem to get up to very much! She spends a lot of time in the library and the kitchen, almost to the exclusion of all else. ]

monday;

[ Except for some time on this day, in which she spends hours in the graveyard. A lot of this time is spent by Seizaburo's grave; the rest, by Yuna's. Mostly she just whiles away the time in thought, or reads a book; though she does take the time to pull out a rulebook, and tear out a blank page. On small pieces of this page she seems to draw something, and leave little folded up notes on the graves she visits.

For whatever reason, she has a wooden flute with her, painted blue. Sometimes she keeps it in her lap, but most of the time it sits at her side, untouched. ]

tuesday;

[ Cooking! It's taken weeks of lessons and some self-teaching, but Xion has actually gotten pretty good at cooking by now. So what this means for this week is:

By midday Tuesday there are little wrapped up bundles of cookies in front of most people's rooms. (Mostly the ones she's aware of that, like. Still have people.) There's no name attached or anything, but it's probably not too hard to figure out who'd get up to shenanigans like this? Anyway, she'll leave any cookies she has left over in the lounge with a little note that says Take as many as you like! Again, unsigned. But maybe you saw her doing all this, or maybe you just guessed she's the culprit. Either way, you can find her in the kitchen most of the day. ]

tuesday;

[insincerely]

[Shinnosuke's... not noticing the (nonexistent) bundle in front of his room because he's blind and not even hanging out in his room anymore, so.

YOU'LL HAVE TO FIND HIM WHILE HE'S WANDERING AROUND THE HOTEL, XION.]

[sweats]

MONDAY | POPULATION SIGN

[ Today, Will can be found standing in front of the population sign for a long time before just sort of going -- ]

... This is more than I expected.

[ He doesn't have much faith in Whole Ass, apparently. ]

TUESDAY | KITCHEN

[ Today, Will can be found in the kitchen, leaning against the countertop and eating potato chips. Greasy, terrible things that were probably processed and disgusting. He looks pretty happy to do it. Later, he will be found eating candy. Honestly, he's just here to eat crap food because Hannibal keeps making gourmet dishes and it's weird. Sometimes he feeds things to Winston during bites. ]

WEDNESDAY | WATERING HOLE

[ Today, Will can be found sitting cross-legged at the edge of the dock and sighing. He hasn't fished here since the corpse stew happened and he's been pretty annoyed about it since. Why did someone ruin the lake? Of all things, you could have left the lake alone.

But, at least he has a book in his lap and a dog by his side. That's peaceful enough, right? ]

WILDCARD

[ Alternative scenarios you can find Will in: not drinking, sleepwalking, generally just wandering around with his dog. ]

tuesday!!!!!

[ceded]

[ you thought you were free, will

Look, she's been spending a lot of time in the kitchen as her own form of escape. This particular Tuesday is no different. She'd left for a little while, mostly to take Pluto out, and her dog is trotting along behind her as she reenters the kitchen. She'll pause, though, when she sees who it is.

Immediately and almost automatically she tries to clamp down on her own feelings, even though she wasn't feeling or thinking particularly much about anything. ]

... hi, Will. [ Moving into the room and watching him curiously. Pluto will come on over to say hi to Winston, too. ]

Were you looking for something?

LETTERS

[sheriffexe]

[ On Thursday, just like the Thursday before, there seems to have been a delivery. ]

ANNABETH CHASE

[sheriffexe]

PERCY

Seaweed Brain,

I got your letter. It's not quite the same as the vice versa, but I did. I had to throw out another draft of this since I wrote it before you wrote that, though. Of course I put a lot of faith in you - you don't usually let me down, idiot.

I'm going to try to keep from being censored, but at least part of that is random so I can't promise anything. I'm sorry, still. This would absolutely suck from the opposite side, with you telling me things and not being able to hear them. I'm going to try to reply to your message in order, by the way, but I may deviate at least a little. I'll try to hit your main points at least, even if you've forgotten them by now.

I'll pass on your messages. ██████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████. I think that became fairly obvious fairly quickly, however.

So you finally caught on to what story I tried to tell you, but you didn't get why? Sometimes I could strangle you, Percy Jackson. So much of that was to prove to you I am who I say I am, ████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████. As galling as it is to admit, I can't really help you in the way I want to. I can't be the brains here when I can't get the things I want to get across. I will always try for you, but so mch of it doesn't get through.

You already know this, all of you, so maybe this part will: it was Russell. Don't worry about it. I haven't really spoken to him but it wasn't really personal. █████████████████████████████ I suppose that woldn't be settling for you either. But it wasn't your fault.

New Rome is still the plan.

Did you really eat an entire fruit salad? I'm impressed. Maybe you'll eat a vegetable next week.

I could kiss you for the information, but I can't, so just keep trying your hardest to learn everything you can. There's still a lot you don't know. I still think we're the best couple, just so you know. And I wanted you to eat healthy because you're a moron.

Wouldn't you have asked for a way to keep an eye on me?

Telling me your plans are getting better every day is a blatant lie. ███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████, much as it kills me to admit it.

I love you, too. I want to see you again.

-Annabeth

PS. Cummings. Nice. I don't really have poetry books here to return the favor, so how about a haiku? Those are easy enough.

I haven't told you
Lately at the very least
You still drool, asleep.

Love you.

STOCKS

[sheriffexe]

[ When everyone wakes up on Thursday morning (or around 5AM, at least), they'll find Damian Wayne currently locked up in the stocks. There's no lock keeping him in place but no matter what, the wooden stocks don't seem to budge. Looks like he's just stuck there for a while. ]

[bittybat]

[Here's Damian Wayne, having to stand on a fucking crate probably just to reach the stocks. He doesn't seem happy. Naturally.]