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.
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:
[ Like the Sheriff said Friday night, on Sunday there would be an explanation. It seems like it's time for that explanation when around noon, the Sheriff steps out of the Town Hall (this time dressed a bit more suitable for his title) and brings up his hand to his mouth. A moment later, a shrill whistle rings out through the town for anyone to hear -- no matter where they happen to be -- and the Sheriff calls out. ]
You want answers? I got 'em. Town meeting at the Hall, you got twenty minutes to get on over here or I'm lockin' you out.
[ And with that, he goes back into the Hall and waits those twenty minutes by the door. Whoever's not there in time, will indeed be locked out and that's no problem for the Sheriff. He checks his pocketwatch, turns the lock, and heads up to the front of the room. A small notebook is pulled from his vest a moment later and he begins to speak. ]
Now, we've got a few things on the agenda for today. First and foremost --
[ He looks up at those in the room and lifts a hand to scratch at his beard. ]
Town needs a name, folks. Your choice what to give it. If we could decide on one right here, that would be ideal. If we can't, shove it in the suggestion box and I'll do what I can.
[ The notebook disappears into his vest again and he tucks his fingers into his belt loops, rocking on his heels. ]
Got a festival around these parts, nothing to do with y'all. My employers, let's say. Bring a bunch of a folk from all over to one little town, give it a theme -- as you can tell, this time it's the Wild West -- and let them have at it. I'm here to keep order and you're here to kill each other. Each week, one of yous pick someone else to kill. Rest of y'all use the weekend to figure out who did it. Then you execute the sucker. Good old fashioned justice.
[ Then he sighs and looks a little weary, as if he's already expecting the objections. ]
You don't like it? Too bad. Only way out is to play the game. You don't have to believe me but that's not my problem. The less effort you put into this, the more likely you'll just stay here and rot away. Only folks who get to go home are those who put the work into heading home, alright? Earn your keep, earn your kills, etcera.
Now, I don't really want to do this, nor care to do this -- rather just go back to my office -- but I have my own rules to follow too. So, any questions? I'll answer them as I can.
[ And like the Sheriff just said, there are two young ladies at the station currently, each taking residence in one of the jail cells. They seem to be just as befuddled as everyone else but, they're quite free to talk to. If the Sheriff spots you, all he'll do is look on with some vague annoyance but otherwise leave you alone. ]
[ Here is girl #1! A mighty nervous looking catgirl sits in one of the cells, not exactly sure what she's doing here but trying to be!! positive!!! despite that. Haha, sudden kidnappings and being thrown into jail is great??? :D????
So, you're more than welcome to talk to her, even if she's quaking in her boots a little. ]
[ Being listed under the week's Most Wanted is... well, it's bewildering, because she hadn't really done anything. Not yet, anyway.
Chane reaches out and pulls the poster off the board, frowning down at it. ]
2. AFTER THE MEETING.
[ Her expression, although pensive, gives away very little. Hands are thrust tightly in her coat pockets. Should someone approach, she'll stop and give them her full and undivided attention. ]
3. WILDCARD.
( It slices, it dices, it's good for all your needs! )
There are wanted posters everywhere. They're not 'most wanted', but they're like profiles about every resident around. Tarvek has been walking around, reading the posters and committing to memory everything that could seem useful, until he stumbles upon one that has his face.
What the hell]
"Tarek"?! They didn't even bother getting my name right! What's wrong with this place?!
[He's so incredibly offended about that. Look, they got everything else right, the least they could have done is write his name correctly! What kind of badly done kidnapping scheme is this?
Saloon
Tarvek is still messing with the playing piano. He presses a few keys, listens to the music it's automatically playing, and starts looking for a way to open it up. He has no tools, he wants to see if there's anything that could be of use]
sunday evening, railroad station [For all of Yuna's Aggressive Friendshipping and Furious Positivity, the announcements earlier have left her awfully shaken—how couldn't they? So she's a little withdrawn throughout the day, feeling like she won't be any use as she is now and taking time to gather herself so she will be. As such, it takes her a while to find the wanted posters.
She's immediately right back at her usual level of ridiculous energy when she reads it. Feeding jerky to a Cow.]
Aaahh, w-wait, it wasn't like that...!
monday afternoon and onwards, hotel [WELL, ALL OF THIS SURE IS TERRIBLE
which is why this town needs a Hero Club. Running around constantly asking people if they need anything is only going to get her so far, especially when there are so many of them. Togo isn't here to manage their email inbox, but that wouldn't stop Fu from making sure everyone had a way to contact the Hero Club if she were here. So Monday afternoon, Yuna leaves a box in the hotel lobby, where it's going to be seen.
It's...okay, well, it's a cereal box, it's the exact dimensions of a cereal box and touching it at all will confirm that, she only has so much material to work with, but Yuna is exceptionally crafty. A lot of love has gone into making it colorful and ostentatious, and her skill shows! She's decorated it with papers and materials from the general store, so you couldn't even tell that it used to house cookie-shaped cereal (of course she picked the cookie-shaped cereal). A flowery border has been drawn along the edge of the front panel, and in cute, round penmanship, it reads:]
Hero Club Request Box!
If you have a task you can't complete on your own, need an extra set of hands to make getting something done easier, want someone to talk to, or need help with anything else, leave a request here or find a Hero Club member!
A Hero Club representative will check requests every day before breakfast and every day after lunch.
[In that same cute handwriting, written on the box's left side is:]
Hero Club Five Tenets
1. Give a good greeting. 2. Try not to give up. 3. Sleep well, eat well. 4. If you're troubled, talk to someone! 5. You're likely to succeed if you try.
[And then on the other side:]
Hero Club Members List
Yuna Yuki
[...oh honey
Naturally, there's a notepad and a pen set next to the box. The Hero Club (Whole Ass* Branch) is open for business!
*or whatever we name this godforsaken place]
Wildcard [WHATEVER'S CLEVER as always i am at nidorina for plotting, Yuna is as aggressively social as always. True to her word, she'll be checking the Hero Club requests twice a day every day, and will absolutely be following up on requests.]
[ Because the Church reminds him of something... Russell can't help but wander in there. Also the Sheriff talk about some rules, guess it's some information to take a peek at, right?
Kinda weird you need permission to kill... Guess he can't complain. But anyway... ]
If you kill yourself... How do you get disqualified if you're already dead?
[ That's a weird way to write a sentence. Suicides is even written as a plural? ]
Saloon
[ You can find Russell at a table! He's sitting down, keeping to himself; knees close to his chest with his diary resting on it he silently writes in it. Every so often he peeks up curiously, just watching people do their stuff.
Look at this loser... Doing nothing all by himself. Approach? Drag him off to do stuff? Stare at him weird? Whatever you want. ]
Wildcard!
[ feel free to surprise me too! it's pretty easy to drag russell off to do anything, and he'll be exploring / poking his head just about anywhere. or hmu at garibaldi ]
She's been staying in her room for most of the day to try and approach some fragile modicum of calm, but even when she emerges to wander around the town, she seems very tightly wound, particularly if anyone comes near her, even just to pass by. Her wandering can more accurately be described as pacing, and she chews on her bottom lip absentmindedly as she looks around.
Until she happens to catch sight of her wanted poster. Then she just looks angry again.]
Oh, fuck off, that was one time!
[No, it wasn't.]
monday afternoon, saloon
[By Monday, she still hasn't quite succeeded in gaining the aforementioned modicum of calm that she seeks. However, she has figured out that the piano in the saloon will stop playing immediately when she starts to play it herself, and that's a welcome distraction in the midst of everything going on.
Anyone who comes in or near the saloon will hear a different melody coming from the corner of the room. She looks intensely focused on what she's doing, but while she won't look away from the keys, she'll at least address anyone who comes near or seems interested.]
Yeah?
wildcard
[If there's anything else you'd like to do, come at me! You can always hit me at becoming if you'd like to plan out a specific scenario.]
[ The saloon is pretty much Sara's favorite place, for the liquid comfort she can find in... well, most of the beer bottles. But this is the first time she's seen someone playing the piano, and she lifts an eyebrow as she nears. ]
Oh, don't mind me. A little variety in music never hurts.
[noct is... honestly pretty pissed off. the whole situation just really gets under his skin, and without his armiger, royal arms, or even his ability to warp, he feels completely powerless to do much. he wants to do something about the girls that are locked up, because that much seems like bullshit, too—but noctis has no idea what to do.
he can be bothered when he's seen brooding around the town a bit if they want to pick his brain.
or maybe they catch him when he sees his wanted poster for the first time. most of it seems stupid and innocuous until he gets to "loving chocobos the wrong way," which just exasperates him.]
You've got to be kidding me.
[seriously, what kind of joke is this place?]
monday, morning;
[noct has realized he needs more than his generic black clothing. so in the morning, he can be seen exiting the tailor shop...
with more black clothes.
there are some other things there, but it's mostly black, please shame his life choices.]
monday, afternoon;
[and then he's hungry. so to the general store he goes, and while rummaging around, he finds(!!!!) some CUP NOODLES®.
and for the first time in a bit, he seems to brighten up a bit. it's something familiar, something that reminds him of home—something more part of his normal diet, and while the offerings at the general store aren't awful, sometimes you need the Ultimate Flavor Experience™.]
It's about time there was something normal around here. [seriously, someone needs to shame his life choices. or join him in boiling some water to have a CUP NOODLES® lunch with him.]
tuesday - thursday
[when noct needs to clear his head for any reason, he can be found at the watering hole with a fishing rod in hand. he's definitely trying to find a good catch, even though he's not really equipped to properly... prepare it for a meal, considering his normal cook isn't around.
but he loves fishing and it really helps him keep his calm. company is welcome—so long as they don't pull any backseat fishing over his techniques.]
wildcard!
[any other ideas? come at me with whatever or come prod me at ailerons for plotting!]
[After fetching the rulebook and reading it over in the sitting room... well, there are a lot of things Shinnosuke could feel about this.
The reaction he settles for is bursting into laughter (he's sane, he swears... probably??). Yeah.]
Haha... ah...
town hall:
[Now that Shinnosuke's done having his fit of crazy......
He'll be calling out, in the area in front of the town hall:]
Well, I'm sure we all heard the charming explanation behind our kidnapping, and more. While I'm sure you'd like to live in denial about this entire thing... thoughts? Mr. Sheriff did mention some interesting things, as does our little rulebook.
railroad station:
[Like some others, Shinnosuke has found his wanted poster, so.]
Well, I'm afraid my face is naturally like that... and hey, I've never harassed anyone. This is lies and slander, isn't it?
[That's the only thing he's taking offence ("""offence""") to, yep.]
[Well, it looks like they aren't leaving, so, as frustrated as he is, Damian buckles in. Being leisurely and patient aren't his strong points; he's always itching for work, for being busy.
So he opts to spend most of Monday by the Watering Hole in hopes of catching fish for supplies. He's still in the Robin uniform despite having ample opportunity of changing.
For now, he's only caught one fish that's strung up on a fishing stringer. Beside him is the rest of his catch: an old, ugly, water-logged cowboy boot with a rusty spur; a tattered linen bonnett; and what seems like a leather belt or a leather pouch's strap. Pennyworth, the tuxedo cat that follows him like a shadow, is currently stuck head-first inside of the cowboy boot.]
Tuesday + Wednesday
[Surprisingly (or worryingly), Damian is missing all of Tuesday, and then also Wednesday morning and early afternoon. (Pennyworth hangs around town and can be seen alone here and there.)
When he comes back to the land of civilization, he doesn't go into town. Anyone near the homestead can find him walking in, leading one of the horses that had been there by a rein. Strapped across the saddle, as plain as day, is a dead juvenile deer. Looking at Damian, the answer of how is clear: over his shoulders is a Native-looking shortbow and on his back is a simple, tailored quiver with four home-made fletched arrows.
Even if someone is watching, he doesn't say anything, but continues on to set up the tongue-out deer and prepare for dressing it.]
Thursday
[The Homestead has become Damian's second hotel.
Damian can't find anyone who seems to be taking care of the farm, so he decides to just do it himself even if the animals seem fine. Others can find him wandering around the place doing basic farm chores: milking the cows, feeding the chickens or gathering the eggs in a basket.
Behind him, a small tuxedo cat pads after him, though it's often spending its time sunning nearby while its master tends to other things.
If they listen closely, they might can hear him sometimes talking to the animals.]
Wildcard
Hit me up with your own prompt, or ping me at moetan!
[Yuna wishes she could visit the homestead more than she does, but it's so far away and there's so much for her to do, she feels, in the town with everyone else. But she's gotten a chance to take the hike up today, brought a basket herself to collect more flowers with (right now it has a couple water bottles in it). She's a little surprised to see Damian there already—but she grins once he comes in sight, cheerfully waving her hand over her head.]
[Almost immediately after the town meeting Percy's disappearing to head back to the train station. They didn't get a lot of answers that he was happy with. Maybe the conductor of the train will show up, too, since the sheriff did. There's no such luck of course so instead he occupies himself with reading all of the wanted posters, Mrs. O'Leary seated at his feet. He fixates on his own, frowning in thought but not necessarily in outage.]
Huh. [He doesn't say anything else, but if someone else approaches he'll greet them with a small smile.] I'm not sure which is worse, what they wrote or that they managed to get pictures of us, too.
Monday afternoon, watering hole
[Water has always helped Percy think. Water is his domain, his element, and though this is a lake and not an ocean he figures he can't be too picky by now. Yesterday he finally broke down and went to the tailor to get a hideous slightly baggy plaid shirt, but he's still wearing his torn-up jeans. They're rolled up to his calves and his feet are in the water as he stares across the lake. At his side is the cowboy hat he found in his room, but it looks a little...soggy? Yeah, that's right. It's currently being used for one excitable puppy and while Percy isn't looking behind him, he is throwing the hat every now and then for Mrs. O'Leary to play fetch. Coincidentally, one such moment happens to be when you walk up to the lake. The hat lands at your feet and the small black dog picks it up with her teeth, wagging her tail in greeting before dropping it again. Will you throw it for her instead?
Alternatively, Percy might appear to be mumbling to himself? Or the lake? What's that about?]
Tuesday Evening
[A little before sunset, Percy finds himself at the homestead thanks to Yuna telling him about it. He's making his way through the farm, Mrs. O'Leary running off on her own and leaving Percy to his devices. He's poking through everything he can, even taking some apples from one of the trees. The reason soon becomes clear when he stops at the horse pen, hauling himself up on the fence and leaning back to watch. It seems that he's going to bribe the animals, and he appears to be concentrating. However, one might hear:]
So who's taking care of you guys...?
Wednesday, Thursday, and wildcard
[Hit me with anything else! Percy will be roaming around the town trying to figure things out, but of note he'll be found trying to memorize names in the graveyard, trying to make food in the hotel's kitchen, and visiting the saloon. You can reach me at alternatively to plot with me there, too, if you need to!]
[ while most other people seem to be objecting and panicking about the concept of a killing game, nui is taking it all in stride. it's nothing she isn't used to, so why bother making a stink? she has no doubts that she can stay alive.
so after the meeting adjourns, she saunters over to the general store to do some shopping. a look at her basket might raise an eyebrow - no food items, but lots of sewing supplies. thread, tacks, a sharp pair of scissors, and needles. lots and lots of needles.
she's humming a little song to herself as she shops, like nothing is wrong with the world. ]
tailor.
[ and as a grand couturier will do, nui is quite drawn to the idea of there being a place for her to practice her trade. she clearly can't work on shinra-koketsu here, so she has to pass the time somehow!
it isn't long before she exits the building with enough fabric to clothe a giant, but not before leaving her mark. the request book has its first request, written in curly handwriting: more pink! ♡
if it works, maybe she can eventually get her hands on some real, high-quality fabric. ]
[After taking some mannequins from the tailor and bottles from the saloon, Ezio's set up a small practice range. Aside from the obvious shooting range with the bottles, he's made sure there's a way to practice other forms of self defense. One mannequin is positioned near a haystack, another underneath a tree. He would've preferred to set this up behind the hotel so ledge assassinations would be possible too, but oh well.
Ezio begins to target the bottles with his hidden gun, which essentially looks like he's shooting them with his bracer. It... probably doesn't look good to be practicing killing people after the big announcement, but that didn't exactly cross his mind.]
II. train station
[Upon seeing the wanted posters, Ezio sighs. They just can't get his nose right. Out of instinct, he tears his down and crumples it into a ball, throwing it off somewhere.]
Pezzo di coglione... [he mumbles under his breath.]
III. tailor
[With the recent news, Ezio's been continuing his investigation of the town, as if trying to find some hidden catacomb that eventually leads them to freedom. For the most part, he's been rather serious about this, but when he reaches the tailor, he's reminded all too soon of the "game" aspect of this situation. It also reminds him of the whole future and past thing which he'd rather not think about.
He's by himself, looking through clothes in his frustration. He's not throwing them about, but clearly not having very much fun shopping or investigating. When he hears the door open, he straightens himself out and tries to look amiable.]
Ah... Ciao.
IV. wildcard
(Feel free to contact me on Plurk eviefrye if you want to do anything else like I don't know, go on a date with Ezio because he needs more of those?)
[ Simon has found his wanted poster and is staring at it rather blankly. Sure is a lot of murder on there for a guy who's been running aroud playing second fiddle to a monkey. ]
Farm
[ Despite the fact that they seem pretty well tended to already, Simon's taken it upon himself to look after the animals, brushing the horses and cows, feeing them treats, and taking them out for exercise. Catch him while he thinks no one is there, and you might spy him teaching them to dance. ]
The saloon
[ Look, maybe this guy is a weenie, but he can still knock back a beer or two. Gotta take the edge off right? The monkey has one, too. ]
a; wanted [Look, yeah, everyone went to find their own poster. Eliot's done his best to look over the others first, though he can't help but worry about what his will have listed. Lord knows he's done some bad things in his life and... well, he's hoping there's not too much listed on there.
When he does find it, he realizes he didn't really have anything to worry about. Not that it's exactly great to have a list of the things his crew's been involved in, but... well. It's essentially harmless. If ridiculous. Seriously, have fun reading this one, it's very silly.
But then he reaches the identifying features and he frowns.]
What? That's... I don't always look like I wanna-- [for emphasis, he knocks his fist against wood next to the poster] --punch something!
[There's a beat as the realization sets in and Eliot just... awkwardly pulls his arm back.]
...Damn it.
b; saloon [When he's not off doing... who even knows what it is Eliot spends most of his time doing... he can be found in the saloon several times. He's not a heavy drinker, especially compared to some people he could name -- COUGHNATEFORDCOUGH -- but, well, he could use just a little in his system after... everything.
Not much, he wants his senses sharp enough, just in case anything changes. He doesn't tend to drink more than a glass every time he's there. But he stays for a while, for a lack of much better places to be. He seems approachable enough.
...For Eliot. Approachable enough for Eliot. That's still not exactly inviting, but it's the best you're getting.]
c; homestead [Eliot also pops up a bunch over at the homestead. The animals that he seems most drawn to are the horses. He's honestly surprisingly gentle with them, giving them attention mostly just... for its own sake. Sometimes he seems to talk to them a little in a quiet, low voice. Maybe. It's hard to make out anything.
Point is he's spending an awful lot of time with the horses. He's not paying as much attention to his surroundings as usual, so it's a good time to catch him off guard, if you really want to do that.
Seems Eliot is a horse guy. Who knew.]
d; wildcard [business as usual, hit me up with whatever else you want, or contact me if you wanna plan something out. go wild.]
[As much as things are different here, some remain the same, so similar to home that it both comforts and terrifies Elizabeth. It's been about a week of freedom now, if her days since leaving the tower with Mr. Dewitt are counted as well. He was right, about getting used to things faster than one could imagine. She hopes this doesn't extend to the violence that supposedly awaits them. No- she can't let it. It would make things easier certainly but at what cost? So she promises herself now that she won't.
For now she stands in front of the church, the most familiar feeling place to her in this town. For all her want and need to escape, what draws her back to this? To anyone who may pass, it's clear she's debating whether to go in.]
ii. Wildcard (hit me with your best shot or PM me @weirdtakoyaki on plurk to plot!)
[ As Hannibal wanders more or less idly, he stops when he sees Elizabeth staring at the church. Briefly, he wonders if something in particular has caught her attention, and so he takes a look at the church as well, but he decides a moment later it's not the case. His eyes fall back to her, and he decides that instead it's indecision that's causing her to pause. ]
Considering a prayer for the day?
[ Hannibal asks lightly, but walks closer as he continues. ]
Though I suppose for the future may be better, all things considered.
i. A Wall of Shame... or Wanted Posters Higekiri is looking at his wanted poster, and the posters of others with a good deal of curiosity. Does he take them seriously? Well, his own is pretty accurate, so he doesn't make a fuss. Even if it's got one hell of an outlier on there that can't be chalked up to a printing typo. If someone else is also surveying them, he muses to himself with a half genuine, half rhetorical question. ]
This feels familiar, being appraised with a price like that. I wonder who came up with these? One person, or a bunch of unhappy people who want us dead...?
[ Feel free to justify or argue against the bounty on your head. Ask about why he's got so many zeroes behind his bounty, and he at least has a practical answer. The age… maybe. ]
ii. Saloon, Later During the Week [ If he's on his own, then he should try and keep track of things before his age really does show. But Higekiri can be found in the saloon, writing down some things in a notebook. It's the rulebook the sheriff mentioned at the beginning of the week, more specifically. The spare pages in the back are quite useful for jotting things down, but this page he's on is less indicative of that, with odd doodles of… animals? Sharp angles? Hm...
Bonk
That's a head, gently hitting the counter. Followed by a muffled voice. ]
I forgot it again...
iii. Wildcard! [ Hit me up with a prompt of your own or a pp at lileep if you want something different! ]
In my experience it's usually one person leading a bunch of unhappy people. [He sounds a little matter-of-fact about it, seeing how Percy's also reviewing his own wanted poster. He can't entirely say it's inaccurate, but at the same time he's pretty sure it's biased and that's just rude.]
[Wanted posters of Ana are nothing new. Wanted posters of Ana with her face on them, however, are pretty new. She pauses upon seeing her face staring back at her, all the 'wanted for' labels accounted for. All that had made it on the posters at home, rather. There's a lot that should be on there and she counts herself lucky that whatever brought her here isn't benevolent.]
I suppose I am that old... Time flies.
[To be real she's lost track. With that and a "that's fair, I guess" purse of her lips she keeps on walking along.]
b. around town;
[And she keeps on walking for most of the time this week. Ana will greet every passer-by with a nod and a simple greeting. You might catch her leaving the hotel, picking up food from the general store, or scouting the outskirts of town. This is the time for casual conversation and introductions!]
c. hotel kitchen (day and night edition);
[You'll find a small posting as you enter the hotel:
"I will be preparing food around 4 pm every day in the hotel kitchen. If you would like to we can share a meal together. If you would not, there may be leftovers in the fridge. Feel free to eat."
It's not her job to cook for people, it's just an offer for those who couldn't or wouldn't do it themselves or those who would prefer some company. It's the decent thing to do. So maybe you'll come and grab some food with her! If not you might catch her hanging around in the kitchen in the evening, drinking some tea and pushing sleep further and further away from her.]
d. later in the week, around town;
[By this time you're probably familiar with the tall old lady with the eyepatch who says hello to everyone. You've certainly run into her at least once, if just in passing, or seen her from afar. What you might notice by now is she hasn't changed clothes. She's still in the very same gettup she was when you all arrived here.
Does she need help or...]
e. wildcard;
[Hit me up at sugarspankhorn for ideas! I'm 100000% down with private conversations too that sounds Neat.]
[ The Undertaker was always more familiar with traversing at night. Even if shinigami needed sleep he still finds himself awake at present. Despite being fully human and having studied them so extensively for years on end, he's not exactly good at it. But he does find his way into the kitchen one night black garbed as usual.
He'll spot Ana with her tea and meander on over. His curiosity the main driving force of his next statement. ]
Most humans would use this time to rest. Sleep is something they can hardly do much without. [ All things considered its the same for shinigami too, but he doesn't mention that. ]
[ She can be found here at some point, staring with very wide eyes and both hands over her mouth. Everyone has wanted posters, yes. But Most Wanted...? What ... what did she do wrong?
That list of "crimes" at the bottom seems to make her most upset. After a delayed moment she reaches up to tear it down, looking both furious and near tears. Once that's done she hugs the thing to her chest, intending to turn and stalk off...
...not realizing someone is right next to her, who she promptly slams into. ]
tuesday;
[ Anyone else studying the rulebook this intensely?
That is, staying in the church nearly all day, curled up on a pew, with a rulebook in her lap and a frown on her face. It's not ... like there's much there to read, but she goes over it again and again and again, like the words might change if she glares at them hard enough. She doesn't even stop to eat, or rest at all. Given that she's still wearing her all black outfit from their arrival, she ... has to be feeling pretty gross, right?
But she's tough to distract.
At least, until in a fit of disgust she throws her rulebook willy nilly into the air.
It bonks her on the head on its way down, and she yelps in mixed anger and pain before sighing and resignedly picking it back up.
She's fine, why do you ask? ]
all week;
[ She wanders.
Xion spends a lot of time trying to avoid others and be alone, though like when they all arrived, she doesn't run away from or refuse anyone who approaches her. She just seems to go out of her way to ... be alone. Pluto is with her on her wanderings, looking kind of sad and droopy and frequently staring at Xion with concern.
The graveyard seems to, morbidly, be her most common haunt. She can be found kneeling in front of her gravestone for an hour at a time, alternately staring at it and down at her hands, settled in her lap. She doesn't look sad, just ... pensive. She scratches Pluto on the head when he tries to comfortingly lick her face.
She can also be found at the general store, going through the items on the shelves and staring at them like she's never seen them before. Which ... she hasn't, in many cases. If you're there with her, she may break her silence for once to approach you and go: ]
What is this?
wildcard;
[ Feel free to wildcard her, or hit me up at izanagis! ]
[Luckily enough, Xion is small enough that when she slams into Natalie, the force isn't enough to make her fall over. She does look annoyed for a moment, though...]
Jesus, watch where you're—
[Until she realizes who it is, and notices she looks like she's about to cry, which is something she very much Doesn't Know How to Handle.]
[ Nisha's mostly trying to commit to memory the names and crimes on everyone else's posters, but when she gets to hers, she chuckles. ]
Heh, I'd forgotten about that one. Good times.
b. outside of town
[ She's been gracious enough to go far enough outside of town to not alarm people with the gunshot, but you still might hear it if you're exploring or hanging out at the homestead. They don't have a lot of bullets, but Nisha's not going to trust a new gun in a crisis situation, so she's taken her assigned pistol and set up a can on a rock to take a shot at it from twenty paces away.
She hits it dead on. ]
Alright, workable.
[ She does have another pistol on her hip as well—a fancier one, with a bayonet blade attached to it. ]
c. drinking
[ She drank the first night, and she's going to keep drinking every night after that. It's impressive that the saloon doesn't seem to run out of booze.
[ By comparison, Hannibal doesn't exactly spend his time in the saloon. It's not his sort of scene, really, since he'd much prefer to have drinks around a dinner table. But alas. He can't have everything here, and so he ends up heading to the saloon for largely the same reasons. It's not a bad way to meet people, and with forty to meet, there are still quite a few on his list. At least until the supposed murders start, but.
Hannibal is behind the bar working on something a bit more elaborate, having even brought in garnishes from the kitchen that he'd worked on. He's just a tiny bit pretentious. ]
Experimenting for the evening. As tequila seems to be one of the prefered drinks, I'm trying my hand at bartending with it. It's not a spirit I tend to use often.
[ He smiles at her, then tilts the bottle her way with a small smile ]
Whether they're good or not remains to be seen. Of course, you can provide second opinions if you would like.
[By the time of the town hall meeting on Sunday, Riku's already gotten the lay of the land. He hasn't been putting a lot of effort into getting to know the other inhabitants of the town up until now--you'll have to forgive him; he's just come from a place where it was to be expected that everyone who met him would attack him on sight. Before that it was a castle where everyone he met would attack him on sight. And before that it was him alone in the realm of darkness. So to say his social skills are rusty might be an understatement.]
[monday] [Who's in charge of compiling these wanted posters? Because Riku would like to have a word with them.
He finds the first one with his face on it outside of the general store. Passerby might notice him standing with his arms folded, frowning at it.]
Looking like a...?
All right, who's the wise guy that came up with these?
[And why is the information for Ansem on there too?]
[monday afternoon] [Riku isn't a religious person in the slightest, but in his travels he's found enough quiet places to appreciate churches in his own manner. He can be found in the town's church, taking solace in the heavy atmosphere that it brings. He's thinking about a lot.
At one point, he steps into the confession booth--not because he plans on confessing anything, but because here he can truly be alone with his thoughts. But is there anybody on the other side?]
How do you know if they're telling the truth or not?
[any time this week] [The idea of sharing a bedroom with somebody he doesn't know in the slightest is one giant No Thank You to Riku. He's grabbed his room key, sure, and he's even poked his head into the room long enough to see Soul Eater on his bed (quickly recovered, thank you!). But like hell is he staying there.
No, by the time the sun set on their first night in the town Riku had settled himself quite nicely into the barn at the homestead, climbing up into the hayloft and choosing a spot near the back on top of the bales to make his "camp." He's been sleeping there ever since, and can generally be found coming and going from it morning and night. He's probably got hay in his hair.
He hasn't decided whether he'll obey the curfew listed in the rulebook yet, but it didn't say anything about sleeping outside the hotel during the week, right?]
[wildcard!] [Grab him by his stupid hair and drag him into the saloon! Prevent him from destroying his tombstone in the graveyard! Shove him into the watering hole! I'm up for all sorts of shenanigans. Hit me up at journeys for more plotting or private conversations!]
[Tarvek was intending to explore the homestead a bit more, see if it has changed at all during the night, when he notices Riku coming by. He would have ignored Riku if it weren't because Tarvek expected to be alone]
Taking a night stroll?
[Such an asinine greeting, made just to make sure Riku knows he's there]
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WANTED POSTERS
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That third poster looks really freakin' familiar...]
TOWN HALL MEETING
You want answers? I got 'em. Town meeting at the Hall, you got twenty minutes to get on over here or I'm lockin' you out.
[ And with that, he goes back into the Hall and waits those twenty minutes by the door. Whoever's not there in time, will indeed be locked out and that's no problem for the Sheriff. He checks his pocketwatch, turns the lock, and heads up to the front of the room. A small notebook is pulled from his vest a moment later and he begins to speak. ]
Now, we've got a few things on the agenda for today. First and foremost --
TOWN NAME
Town needs a name, folks. Your choice what to give it. If we could decide on one right here, that would be ideal. If we can't, shove it in the suggestion box and I'll do what I can.
[ Then back to the book and -- ]
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MURDER
[ The notebook disappears into his vest again and he tucks his fingers into his belt loops, rocking on his heels. ]
Got a festival around these parts, nothing to do with y'all. My employers, let's say. Bring a bunch of a folk from all over to one little town, give it a theme -- as you can tell, this time it's the Wild West -- and let them have at it. I'm here to keep order and you're here to kill each other. Each week, one of yous pick someone else to kill. Rest of y'all use the weekend to figure out who did it. Then you execute the sucker. Good old fashioned justice.
[ Then he sighs and looks a little weary, as if he's already expecting the objections. ]
You don't like it? Too bad. Only way out is to play the game. You don't have to believe me but that's not my problem. The less effort you put into this, the more likely you'll just stay here and rot away. Only folks who get to go home are those who put the work into heading home, alright? Earn your keep, earn your kills, etcera.
Now, I don't really want to do this, nor care to do this -- rather just go back to my office -- but I have my own rules to follow too. So, any questions? I'll answer them as I can.
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Re: MURDER
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MISCELLANY
SHERIFF STATION
Talk to Ao
So, you're more than welcome to talk to her, even if she's quaking in her boots a little. ]
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[ Being listed under the week's Most Wanted is... well, it's bewildering, because she hadn't really done anything. Not yet, anyway.
Chane reaches out and pulls the poster off the board, frowning down at it. ]
2. AFTER THE MEETING.
[ Her expression, although pensive, gives away very little. Hands are thrust tightly in her coat pockets. Should someone approach, she'll stop and give them her full and undivided attention. ]
3. WILDCARD.
( It slices, it dices, it's good for all your needs! )
1.
I do not suppose you have done anything unusual this past few days.
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There are wanted posters everywhere. They're not 'most wanted', but they're like profiles about every resident around. Tarvek has been walking around, reading the posters and committing to memory everything that could seem useful, until he stumbles upon one that has his face.
What the hell]
"Tarek"?! They didn't even bother getting my name right! What's wrong with this place?!
[He's so incredibly offended about that. Look, they got everything else right, the least they could have done is write his name correctly! What kind of badly done kidnapping scheme is this?
Saloon
Tarvek is still messing with the playing piano. He presses a few keys, listens to the music it's automatically playing, and starts looking for a way to open it up. He has no tools, he wants to see if there's anything that could be of use]
saloon
If you manage to break that somehow I am not going to be happy.
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[For all of Yuna's Aggressive Friendshipping and Furious Positivity, the announcements earlier have left her awfully shaken—how couldn't they? So she's a little withdrawn throughout the day, feeling like she won't be any use as she is now and taking time to gather herself so she will be. As such, it takes her a while to find the wanted posters.
She's immediately right back at her usual level of ridiculous energy when she reads it. Feeding jerky to a Cow.]
Aaahh, w-wait, it wasn't like that...!
monday afternoon and onwards, hotel
[WELL, ALL OF THIS SURE IS TERRIBLE
which is why this town needs a Hero Club. Running around constantly asking people if they need anything is only going to get her so far, especially when there are so many of them. Togo isn't here to manage their email inbox, but that wouldn't stop Fu from making sure everyone had a way to contact the Hero Club if she were here. So Monday afternoon, Yuna leaves a box in the hotel lobby, where it's going to be seen.
It's...okay, well, it's a cereal box, it's the exact dimensions of a cereal box and touching it at all will confirm that, she only has so much material to work with, but Yuna is exceptionally crafty. A lot of love has gone into making it colorful and ostentatious, and her skill shows! She's decorated it with papers and materials from the general store, so you couldn't even tell that it used to house cookie-shaped cereal (of course she picked the cookie-shaped cereal). A flowery border has been drawn along the edge of the front panel, and in cute, round penmanship, it reads:]
If you have a task you can't complete on your own, need an extra set of hands to make getting something done easier, want someone to talk to, or need help with anything else, leave a request here or find a Hero Club member!
A Hero Club representative will check requests every day before breakfast and every day after lunch.
[In that same cute handwriting, written on the box's left side is:]
1. Give a good greeting.
2. Try not to give up.
3. Sleep well, eat well.
4. If you're troubled, talk to someone!
5. You're likely to succeed if you try.
[And then on the other side:]
Yuna Yuki
[...oh honey
Naturally, there's a notepad and a pen set next to the box. The Hero Club (Whole Ass* Branch) is open for business!
*or whatever we name this godforsaken place]
Wildcard
[WHATEVER'S CLEVER as always i am at
not here
i'm sorry]
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[ Because the Church reminds him of something... Russell can't help but wander in there. Also the Sheriff talk about some rules, guess it's some information to take a peek at, right?
Kinda weird you need permission to kill... Guess he can't complain. But anyway... ]
If you kill yourself... How do you get disqualified if you're already dead?
[ That's a weird way to write a sentence. Suicides is even written as a plural? ]
Saloon
[ You can find Russell at a table! He's sitting down, keeping to himself; knees close to his chest with his diary resting on it he silently writes in it. Every so often he peeks up curiously, just watching people do their stuff.
Look at this loser... Doing nothing all by himself. Approach? Drag him off to do stuff? Stare at him weird? Whatever you want. ]
Wildcard!
[ feel free to surprise me too! it's pretty easy to drag russell off to do anything, and he'll be exploring / poking his head just about anywhere. or hmu at
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[Barnham's got his arms crossed, contemplative.]
It would suggest there is something further to be concerned with even after death.
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[So, that happened.
She's been staying in her room for most of the day to try and approach some fragile modicum of calm, but even when she emerges to wander around the town, she seems very tightly wound, particularly if anyone comes near her, even just to pass by. Her wandering can more accurately be described as pacing, and she chews on her bottom lip absentmindedly as she looks around.
Until she happens to catch sight of her wanted poster. Then she just looks angry again.]
Oh, fuck off, that was one time!
[No, it wasn't.]
monday afternoon, saloon
[By Monday, she still hasn't quite succeeded in gaining the aforementioned modicum of calm that she seeks. However, she has figured out that the piano in the saloon will stop playing immediately when she starts to play it herself, and that's a welcome distraction in the midst of everything going on.
Anyone who comes in or near the saloon will hear a different melody coming from the corner of the room. She looks intensely focused on what she's doing, but while she won't look away from the keys, she'll at least address anyone who comes near or seems interested.]
Yeah?
wildcard
[If there's anything else you'd like to do, come at me! You can always hit me at
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Oh, don't mind me. A little variety in music never hurts.
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he can be bothered when he's seen brooding around the town a bit if they want to pick his brain.
or maybe they catch him when he sees his wanted poster for the first time. most of it seems stupid and innocuous until he gets to "loving chocobos the wrong way," which just exasperates him.]
You've got to be kidding me.
[seriously, what kind of joke is this place?]
monday, morning;
with more black clothes.
there are some other things there, but it's mostly black, please shame his life choices.]
monday, afternoon;
and for the first time in a bit, he seems to brighten up a bit. it's something familiar, something that reminds him of home—something more part of his normal diet, and while the offerings at the general store aren't awful, sometimes you need the Ultimate Flavor Experience™.]
It's about time there was something normal around here. [seriously, someone needs to shame his life choices. or join him in boiling some water to have a CUP NOODLES® lunch with him.]
tuesday - thursday
but he loves fishing and it really helps him keep his calm. company is welcome—so long as they don't pull any backseat fishing over his techniques.]
wildcard!
Sunday
[Once he finds out what a Chocobo is he'll understand what the wrong way is, that's for sure, hah]
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FITES YOU-
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railroad station:
wildcard:
railroad station;
I mean, I'm sure you're sweet and upstanding, but harassment comes in all forms.
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[Almost immediately after the town meeting Percy's disappearing to head back to the train station. They didn't get a lot of answers that he was happy with. Maybe the conductor of the train will show up, too, since the sheriff did. There's no such luck of course so instead he occupies himself with reading all of the wanted posters, Mrs. O'Leary seated at his feet. He fixates on his own, frowning in thought but not necessarily in outage.]
Huh. [He doesn't say anything else, but if someone else approaches he'll greet them with a small smile.] I'm not sure which is worse, what they wrote or that they managed to get pictures of us, too.
Monday afternoon, watering hole
[Water has always helped Percy think. Water is his domain, his element, and though this is a lake and not an ocean he figures he can't be too picky by now. Yesterday he finally broke down and went to the tailor to get a hideous slightly baggy plaid shirt, but he's still wearing his torn-up jeans. They're rolled up to his calves and his feet are in the water as he stares across the lake. At his side is the cowboy hat he found in his room, but it looks a little...soggy? Yeah, that's right. It's currently being used for one excitable puppy and while Percy isn't looking behind him, he is throwing the hat every now and then for Mrs. O'Leary to play fetch. Coincidentally, one such moment happens to be when you walk up to the lake. The hat lands at your feet and the small black dog picks it up with her teeth, wagging her tail in greeting before dropping it again. Will you throw it for her instead?
Alternatively, Percy might appear to be mumbling to himself? Or the lake? What's that about?]
Tuesday Evening
[A little before sunset, Percy finds himself at the homestead thanks to Yuna telling him about it. He's making his way through the farm, Mrs. O'Leary running off on her own and leaving Percy to his devices. He's poking through everything he can, even taking some apples from one of the trees. The reason soon becomes clear when he stops at the horse pen, hauling himself up on the fence and leaning back to watch. It seems that he's going to bribe the animals, and he appears to be concentrating. However, one might hear:]
So who's taking care of you guys...?
Wednesday, Thursday, and wildcard
[Hit me with anything else! Percy will be roaming around the town trying to figure things out, but of note he'll be found trying to memorize names in the graveyard, trying to make food in the hotel's kitchen, and visiting the saloon. You can reach me at
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[ Sara really needs to just stop throwing herself into conversations that don't involve her, but here she is nonetheless, leaning against the fence. ]
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Are you making sweaters for everyone? In that case, I'd like mine to match someone else's.
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[After taking some mannequins from the tailor and bottles from the saloon, Ezio's set up a small practice range. Aside from the obvious shooting range with the bottles, he's made sure there's a way to practice other forms of self defense. One mannequin is positioned near a haystack, another underneath a tree. He would've preferred to set this up behind the hotel so ledge assassinations would be possible too, but oh well.
Ezio begins to target the bottles with his hidden gun, which essentially looks like he's shooting them with his bracer. It... probably doesn't look good to be practicing killing people after the big announcement, but that didn't exactly cross his mind.]
II. train station
[Upon seeing the wanted posters, Ezio sighs.
They just can't get his nose right.Out of instinct, he tears his down and crumples it into a ball, throwing it off somewhere.]Pezzo di coglione... [he mumbles under his breath.]
III. tailor
[With the recent news, Ezio's been continuing his investigation of the town, as if trying to find some hidden catacomb that eventually leads them to freedom. For the most part, he's been rather serious about this, but when he reaches the tailor, he's reminded all too soon of the "game" aspect of this situation. It also reminds him of the whole future and past thing which he'd rather not think about.
He's by himself, looking through clothes in his frustration. He's not throwing them about, but clearly not having very much fun shopping or investigating. When he hears the door open, he straightens himself out and tries to look amiable.]
Ah... Ciao.
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(Feel free to contact me on Plurk
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[ ... Sara has absolutely no idea what that means, but it's probably a greeting, so she's just going to roll with it and raise a hand. ]
I can't say I find a lot of guys looking this intense about clothes. Did a pair of pants attack you as a child or something?
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[ Simon has found his wanted poster and is staring at it rather blankly. Sure is a lot of murder on there for a guy who's been running aroud playing second fiddle to a monkey. ]
Farm
[ Despite the fact that they seem pretty well tended to already, Simon's taken it upon himself to look after the animals, brushing the horses and cows, feeing them treats, and taking them out for exercise. Catch him while he thinks no one is there, and you might spy him teaching them to dance. ]
The saloon
[ Look, maybe this guy is a weenie, but he can still knock back a beer or two. Gotta take the edge off right? The monkey has one, too. ]
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My, you suddenly became more interesting.
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[Look, yeah, everyone went to find their own poster. Eliot's done his best to look over the others first, though he can't help but worry about what his will have listed. Lord knows he's done some bad things in his life and... well, he's hoping there's not too much listed on there.
When he does find it, he realizes he didn't really have anything to worry about. Not that it's exactly great to have a list of the things his crew's been involved in, but... well. It's essentially harmless. If ridiculous. Seriously, have fun reading this one, it's very silly.
But then he reaches the identifying features and he frowns.]
What? That's... I don't always look like I wanna-- [for emphasis, he knocks his fist against wood next to the poster] --punch something!
[There's a beat as the realization sets in and Eliot just... awkwardly pulls his arm back.]
...Damn it.
b; saloon
[When he's not off doing... who even knows what it is Eliot spends most of his time doing... he can be found in the saloon several times. He's not a heavy drinker, especially compared to some people he could name --
COUGHNATEFORDCOUGH-- but, well, he could use just a little in his system after... everything.Not much, he wants his senses sharp enough, just in case anything changes. He doesn't tend to drink more than a glass every time he's there. But he stays for a while, for a lack of much better places to be. He seems approachable enough.
...For Eliot. Approachable enough for Eliot. That's still not exactly inviting, but it's the best you're getting.]
c; homestead
[Eliot also pops up a bunch over at the homestead. The animals that he seems most drawn to are the horses. He's honestly surprisingly gentle with them, giving them attention mostly just... for its own sake. Sometimes he seems to talk to them a little in a quiet, low voice. Maybe. It's hard to make out anything.
Point is he's spending an awful lot of time with the horses. He's not paying as much attention to his surroundings as usual, so it's a good time to catch him off guard, if you really want to do that.
Seems Eliot is a horse guy. Who knew.]
d; wildcard
[business as usual, hit me up with whatever else you want, or contact me if you wanna plan something out. go wild.]
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Ah, maybe these really are true, after all!
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[As much as things are different here, some remain the same, so similar to home that it both comforts and terrifies Elizabeth. It's been about a week of freedom now, if her days since leaving the tower with Mr. Dewitt are counted as well. He was right, about getting used to things faster than one could imagine. She hopes this doesn't extend to the violence that supposedly awaits them. No- she can't let it. It would make things easier certainly but at what cost? So she promises herself now that she won't.
For now she stands in front of the church, the most familiar feeling place to her in this town. For all her want and need to escape, what draws her back to this? To anyone who may pass, it's clear she's debating whether to go in.]
ii. Wildcard
(hit me with your best shot or PM me @weirdtakoyaki on plurk to plot!)
take me to church
Considering a prayer for the day?
[ Hannibal asks lightly, but walks closer as he continues. ]
Though I suppose for the future may be better, all things considered.
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Higekiri is looking at his wanted poster, and the posters of others with a good deal of curiosity. Does he take them seriously? Well, his own is pretty accurate, so he doesn't make a fuss. Even if it's got one hell of an outlier on there that can't be chalked up to a printing typo. If someone else is also surveying them, he muses to himself with a half genuine, half rhetorical question. ]
This feels familiar, being appraised with a price like that. I wonder who came up with these? One person, or a bunch of unhappy people who want us dead...?
[ Feel free to justify or argue against the bounty on your head. Ask about why he's got so many zeroes behind his bounty, and he at least has a practical answer. The age… maybe. ]
ii. Saloon, Later During the Week
[ If he's on his own, then he should try and keep track of things before his age really does show. But Higekiri can be found in the saloon, writing down some things in a notebook. It's the rulebook the sheriff mentioned at the beginning of the week, more specifically. The spare pages in the back are quite useful for jotting things down, but this page he's on is less indicative of that, with odd doodles of… animals? Sharp angles? Hm...
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That's a head, gently hitting the counter. Followed by a muffled voice. ]
I forgot it again...
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[Wanted posters of Ana are nothing new. Wanted posters of Ana with her face on them, however, are pretty new. She pauses upon seeing her face staring back at her, all the 'wanted for' labels accounted for. All that had made it on the posters at home, rather. There's a lot that should be on there and she counts herself lucky that whatever brought her here isn't benevolent.]
I suppose I am that old... Time flies.
[To be real she's lost track. With that and a "that's fair, I guess" purse of her lips she keeps on walking along.]
b. around town;
[And she keeps on walking for most of the time this week. Ana will greet every passer-by with a nod and a simple greeting. You might catch her leaving the hotel, picking up food from the general store, or scouting the outskirts of town. This is the time for casual conversation and introductions!]
c. hotel kitchen (day and night edition);
[You'll find a small posting as you enter the hotel:
It's not her job to cook for people, it's just an offer for those who couldn't or wouldn't do it themselves or those who would prefer some company. It's the decent thing to do. So maybe you'll come and grab some food with her! If not you might catch her hanging around in the kitchen in the evening, drinking some tea and pushing sleep further and further away from her.]
d. later in the week, around town;
[By this time you're probably familiar with the tall old lady with the eyepatch who says hello to everyone. You've certainly run into her at least once, if just in passing, or seen her from afar. What you might notice by now is she hasn't changed clothes. She's still in the very same gettup she was when you all arrived here.
Does she need help or...]
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He'll spot Ana with her tea and meander on over. His curiosity the main driving force of his next statement. ]
Most humans would use this time to rest. Sleep is something they can hardly do much without. [ All things considered its the same for shinigami too, but he doesn't mention that. ]
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[ She can be found here at some point, staring with very wide eyes and both hands over her mouth. Everyone has wanted posters, yes. But Most Wanted...? What ... what did she do wrong?
That list of "crimes" at the bottom seems to make her most upset. After a delayed moment she reaches up to tear it down, looking both furious and near tears. Once that's done she hugs the thing to her chest, intending to turn and stalk off...
...not realizing someone is right next to her, who she promptly slams into. ]
tuesday;
[ Anyone else studying the rulebook this intensely?
That is, staying in the church nearly all day, curled up on a pew, with a rulebook in her lap and a frown on her face. It's not ... like there's much there to read, but she goes over it again and again and again, like the words might change if she glares at them hard enough. She doesn't even stop to eat, or rest at all. Given that she's still wearing her all black outfit from their arrival, she ... has to be feeling pretty gross, right?
But she's tough to distract.
At least, until in a fit of disgust she throws her rulebook willy nilly into the air.
It bonks her on the head on its way down, and she yelps in mixed anger and pain before sighing and resignedly picking it back up.
She's fine, why do you ask? ]
all week;
[ She wanders.
Xion spends a lot of time trying to avoid others and be alone, though like when they all arrived, she doesn't run away from or refuse anyone who approaches her. She just seems to go out of her way to ... be alone. Pluto is with her on her wanderings, looking kind of sad and droopy and frequently staring at Xion with concern.
The graveyard seems to, morbidly, be her most common haunt. She can be found kneeling in front of her gravestone for an hour at a time, alternately staring at it and down at her hands, settled in her lap. She doesn't look sad, just ... pensive. She scratches Pluto on the head when he tries to comfortingly lick her face.
She can also be found at the general store, going through the items on the shelves and staring at them like she's never seen them before. Which ... she hasn't, in many cases. If you're there with her, she may break her silence for once to approach you and go: ]
What is this?
wildcard;
[ Feel free to wildcard her, or hit me up at
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Jesus, watch where you're—
[Until she realizes who it is, and notices she looks like she's about to cry, which is something she very much Doesn't Know How to Handle.]
Oh, shit, I didn't - please don't cry, oh my god.
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[ Nisha's mostly trying to commit to memory the names and crimes on everyone else's posters, but when she gets to hers, she chuckles. ]
Heh, I'd forgotten about that one. Good times.
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[ She's been gracious enough to go far enough outside of town to not alarm people with the gunshot, but you still might hear it if you're exploring or hanging out at the homestead. They don't have a lot of bullets, but Nisha's not going to trust a new gun in a crisis situation, so she's taken her assigned pistol and set up a can on a rock to take a shot at it from twenty paces away.
She hits it dead on. ]
Alright, workable.
[ She does have another pistol on her hip as well—a fancier one, with a bayonet blade attached to it. ]
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[ She drank the first night, and she's going to keep drinking every night after that. It's impressive that the saloon doesn't seem to run out of booze.
Besides, it's a good way to get to know people. ]
What are you having? Any good?
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[ Anywhere anywhen. ]
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Hannibal is behind the bar working on something a bit more elaborate, having even brought in garnishes from the kitchen that he'd worked on. He's just a tiny bit pretentious. ]
Experimenting for the evening. As tequila seems to be one of the prefered drinks, I'm trying my hand at bartending with it. It's not a spirit I tend to use often.
[ He smiles at her, then tilts the bottle her way with a small smile ]
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[Who's in charge of compiling these wanted posters? Because Riku would like to have a word with them.
He finds the first one with his face on it outside of the general store. Passerby might notice him standing with his arms folded, frowning at it.]
Looking like a...?
All right, who's the wise guy that came up with these?
[And why is the information for Ansem on there too?]
[monday afternoon]
[Riku isn't a religious person in the slightest, but in his travels he's found enough quiet places to appreciate churches in his own manner. He can be found in the town's church, taking solace in the heavy atmosphere that it brings. He's thinking about a lot.
At one point, he steps into the confession booth--not because he plans on confessing anything, but because here he can truly be alone with his thoughts. But is there anybody on the other side?]
How do you know if they're telling the truth or not?
[any time this week]
[The idea of sharing a bedroom with somebody he doesn't know in the slightest is one giant No Thank You to Riku. He's grabbed his room key, sure, and he's even poked his head into the room long enough to see Soul Eater on his bed (quickly recovered, thank you!). But like hell is he staying there.
No, by the time the sun set on their first night in the town Riku had settled himself quite nicely into the barn at the homestead, climbing up into the hayloft and choosing a spot near the back on top of the bales to make his "camp." He's been sleeping there ever since, and can generally be found coming and going from it morning and night.
He's probably got hay in his hair.He hasn't decided whether he'll obey the curfew listed in the rulebook yet, but it didn't say anything about sleeping outside the hotel during the week, right?]
[wildcard!]
[Grab him by his stupid hair and drag him into the saloon! Prevent him from destroying his tombstone in the graveyard! Shove him into the watering hole! I'm up for all sorts of shenanigans. Hit me up at
Say, Tuesday Evening
Taking a night stroll?
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