[ WEEK ONE ]

[sheriffexe]

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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TOWN HALL MEETING

[sheriffexe]

[ 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 --

TOWN NAME

[sheriffexe]

[ 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.

[ Then back to the book and -- ]

[feminitis]

Can we call this place "Let Us Go Home, You Stupid Bastard"? Because that's sounding real good to me.

[#helping]

[impulsiveness]

Wait— Why didn't you pick a name for this place before dragging us here? That's awfully lazy of you, y'know.

[Jason, don't complain about your kidnappers this way? Gosh.]

What if we name this place something like, I don't know, Whole Ass? You sure you want to put this choice in our hands?

[Stop.]

[robitussin]

"Go Fuck Yourself" basically sums up my thoughts on this entire place and also you, so that's my suggestion.

[adds to the train of helpers]

[sidearmofthelaw]

[ To everyone else, mildly: ]

Y'all are even worse at naming things than my boyfriend. How about "Hell's Watering Hole," or something like that.

We can just go with Hellhole for short.

MURDER

[sheriffexe]

The purpose of your visit.

[ 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.

[alcobrawlic]

[ Sara isn't really saying anything as to how she actually feels about this, though there's a clear absence of her usual cheery nonchalance. ]

And just how many people will it take to get to go home? Are we talking, like-- half of us still breathing or doing this until only one person's left?

[coudre]

[ nope, no objections here. in fact, nui looks quite eager. ]

Roger that, Mr. Sheriff! Seriously, you should have just told us that from the get-go!

[hydrokinetics]

[Well. Okay.]

Are we ever going to meet these employers of yours? And whose entertainment are we really doing it for?

[How is this possible that this is the third time he's been thrown into a fight to the death for someone else's amusement. How.]

[dmails]

[What the fuck is this...]

[That horror he felt creeping in his chest on his arrival - that sick in his throat when he had said 'don't kill each other yet' - returns to him all at once. They're here to kill each other for someone's sick entertainment. They're here to waste human lives for the sake of someone's ego. It's not quite the same as what he's seen, murder for power - it's even worse than that.]

[Why? Because. Too bad. It sits wrong with Okabe in a million different ways, but if this guy's not going to be forthcoming, he'll just have to do his own research. For now, he does have a few questions.]

So that's what the pistols are for. [Or the big-ass sword his roommate has?? Or, you know, just beating someone over the head with a chair would probably work, too. Ugh.] Are we... Expected to coordinate with each other who we kill? What if two people decide to kill two other different people in the same week... I mean, there's so many ways this could go wrong.

[athenite]

Are you a participant of this as well, or just a referee?

[ percy and sara have other things she wants to know covered, but - ]

[robitussin]

Okay, there's about fifty questions I immediately have, but can I start with what the fuck is wrong with you, specifically, and why you decided to help out your asshole bosses?

[insincerely]

[Well, since he's admitted to being able to bring back the dead—whether that's the truth or not—Shinnosuke has no reason to feel silly over this question.]

You know, it seems rather unfair to give us all guns. I'm sure some people here aren't very experienced with them, you know?

But that aside, we might as well clear up the confusion: we all seem to come from... very different places and times, so mind explaining that? How "all over" are we talking about?

[expelliarmed]

[ Ha. Hahaha. He didn't know what he was expecting to hear, but it wasn't this. He listens to the others' questions, keeps his temper in check - for the moment, anyway - before he asks his own. ]

If you're so keen on us killing each other, why keep us from using magic? [ secrecy statutes be damned right now tbh ] I'd figure you lot would find that much more entertaining.

[ Bitter. So bitter. But if he can figure out how to get his magic working again maybe he can find a way for them - all of them - to get to safety before anyone has to die. ]

[elemancy]

So our lives are just some... some kind of game to you?

[or to his employers. whatever. regardless, noctis really can get behind this at all—he's seething at the thought of just needless having to kill innocent people as some kind of sick game of survival.

he doesn't want to kill anyone. but he sure as hell can't afford to die right now, either.]

What the hell is this, really? Who the hell are these "employers" you're talking about!? [this sound like some real bullshit.

he mad.]

[hotarumaru]

[ sakyou's been mostly hanging out near the back of every crowd since arriving, unwilling to socialize until he's figured out his purpose in this strange place.

and this is despite probably standing out with that face of his and the sword on his back. ]

Ironic how you call it justice when you're forcing the act of killing into our hands.

[ he doesn't like this at all. look, he's all for killing the dudes who killed his family but this is different. ]

... how long is this ridiculous festival going to last?

[hitsitoff]

[So there it is, then. This isn't someone trying to make a profit, going after ransoms or anything like that. No, this is someone's sick entertainment. Which is about the worst case scenario, because those kinds of people are less predictable, less easy to take down. Especially when you gotta do it solo without a whole crew having your back.

Fuck.

He's quiet for the most part, hanging back a little. Glaring at the Sheriff. Letting other people do the talking. Well, until he can't really hold himself back anymore.]

Justice, huh? [Executing people who are being encouraged to kill.] That what we're callin' it now.

[thatsthespirit]

[her gaze narrows and she folds her arms over her torso. her contempt is obvious in her stance, but otherwise she is surprisingly calm after receiving this news]

Is the ticket home our only motivation to harm each other? I don't know what's stopping us from attacking you and your employers instead.

[dubiousalignment]

So you want us to kill and the only reward is to be alive at the end of this?

[Supposing one's the last one standing, that is]

What if there's a stalemate, if no one decides to kill during a week? What'd you do?

[tightly]

[ Hopefully you can read the little piece of paper she's holding up, Sheriff. If not, she'll nudge the person next to her and ask them to read it off, although she won't enjoy doing so.

Needing to communicate is exhausting. ]

Who won the previous game?

[combattente]

You and your employers... you see no issue in watching children be murdered? Or is that part of the joy for you? Is that why you've brought so many young people here? And what of these executions? What do those entail?

[glaring]

[ Well that's all horrible, but she can't say she's surprised. ]

...how did you heal me?

[sidearmofthelaw]

...

[ Well that's interesting. Could be fun, really, but it depends how it goes down. ]

I don't generally kill people for other people's entertainment, you know. Could you get a little more specific on what sort of keep I'd be earning?

MISCELLANY

[sheriffexe]

[ And after, hopefully, all that hullabaloo is good and done with. The Sheriff waits until everyone is quiet and pulls out his notebook again. He reads whatever's on the page before looking at the time on his pocketwatch. He puts both away a moment later to address the group one last time. ]

Right then. I think that covers it all. Other things to note -- there are rules to follow, you will find your rulebooks in your rooms now. There are also two young ladies at the station currently. Please do not bother them or remove them from their cells. They have a purpose, as do you.

If there is anything you need to make living here a more palatable experience, please ask or put it in the suggestion box. Again, my job is to keep order but also to make sure the only thing that kills you is each other. Be wary of the coyotes, don't stay out too late, don't... just whatever stupid idea you've got in your head, just don't.

[ A weary sigh and he pinches the bridge of his nose before gesturing towards the door of the Hall -- which now is surprisingly open. ]

Go on then. Get. Meeting over.