[ WEEK ONE ]

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WEEK ONE

CURRENT POPULATION: 40 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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[robitussin]

sunday evening, railroad station

[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 becoming if you'd like to plan out a specific scenario.]

monday afternoon

[alcobrawlic]

[ 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.

[robitussin]

Yeah? You a fan of the piano?

[She says, giving Sara a quick glance before looking back towards the instrument.]

[alcobrawlic]

I have an appreciation, thanks to a friend of mine. I can't play it at all, though.

[robitussin]

Yeah? What kind of music does your friend like?

[Talking about music, somehow, prevents her from engaging in her normal level of sass.]

[alcobrawlic]

[ Music, savage beast, etc. ]

About the same as what you were playing. She likes the upbeat tunes, too.

[ Well, the Craigs are mostly a family of musicians, after all... ]

[robitussin]

Classical, or just anything that sounds good to her?

[She keeps playing as she talks, fingers moving over the keys with precision.]

[alcobrawlic]

Classical, mostly. Anything else was improvising with her brother.

[ ... Elliot would have been happy to hear this, too, come to think of it. ]

[robitussin]

Nice. But you never wanted to learn or anything?

[alcobrawlic]

Me? [ a very small snort. ]

No, I don't think I've got that kind of patience to sit that long and try to make something sound pretty.

monday afternoon

[impulsiveness]

[Hope Natalie doesn't mind some praise, because Jason's going to clap once he's addressed. Not sarcastically and not for very long, but — he appreciates some good piano.]

Nice. Way classier than the junk they usually play here.

[Insert generic old west music, probably???]

[robitussin]

[The clapping surprises her enough that she glances away from the keys for a moment to look at him, but it's quick, and then she looks down to the piano once more.]

It's called classical for a reason, I guess. Do you play?

[impulsiveness]

Nah. Never had the skill for it. But I can appreciate a good tune when I hear it.

[In the interest of learning more about the people here:]

What about you? You can obviously play — but when did you start learning?

[robitussin]

Natural talent is great and all, but it's more about practice. You could have the skill for it if you wanted to.

[It's fairly blunt, and accompanied by a small shrug.]

When I was a kid. Maybe six or seven?

[impulsiveness]

Correction, then: I don't have the patience to get the skill for it. Sitting down for too long always makes me feel like I'm grounded.

[Despite being a fast learner. Stop being ansty.]

And you're... what? 16? 17, now? [16. He already saw her poster.] Most kids drop whatever instrument they learned after a year.

[robitussin]

Ah, got it. You're the restless type.

[She is, too, but somehow this is the one thing that's managed to ground her in a good way.]

I'm not most kids. Mostly because I'm not a kid.

[Sure, whatever.]

sunday

[flippity]

[ papika had just been walking by, attempting to find something to eat, when she hears natalie's sudden outburst. curious, she walks closer to get a better look at the poster. ]

The, um... sar... casm?

[ SQUINTS ]

[robitussin]

[A short pause, before she gives a slow nod.]

Yes. The sarcasm is absolutely what I was talking about.

[Convincing!]

[flippity]

Are you being sarcastic?

[robitussin]

Absolutely not.

[She says, sarcastically.]

[flippity]

Well it can't be the poor decision making if it only happened once.

[ she says, innocently ]

[robitussin]

How about we talk about something else? Talking about something else sounds like a good plan.

[She casually reaches over to rip the poster off the wall, balling it up.]

[flippity]

I'm Papika!

[ she will accept the topic change? but she glances at the now balled up piece of paper. ]

Natalie.

[robitussin]

[She pauses, glancing away from the paper towards her.]

What kind of a name is Papika?

[flippity]

Papika is a great name! It's mine and I love it!

[ for whatever reason that actually hit an actual nerve. ]