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.
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[ It's... definitely odd. Of course, the most mundane answer to this puzzle may have been the Sheriff simply going for a walk while they conducted their search.
Shaking her head, Chane tries to indicate having no other guesses to the mystery. ]
[Milla picks up on the meaning of her body language, and lets out a sigh of her own]
I have no guesses myself, either. I suppose we could ask the Sheriff, now that he's revealed himself to us again, but I feel as though that'd be a waste of time.
[ Chane isn't even sure what synthetic flesh means. Skin grafts? Some sort of medical procedure? Huey would know, she thinks, not for the first time mourning their connection.
Well, as Claire would say, set that aside for now. Maybe Milla would know? Chane chances indicating that particular group of words. ]
[her gaze is drawn towards that group of words by Chane's hand movements, and there's a pause as she reads them and. . . turns the meaning over in her mind]
. . . "synthetic flesh?" In context, and considering he is a robot, I assume that means "false flesh."
[ ... It's a yes/no question, but Chane is caught up by it. He has nothing to gain by lying at this point and doesn't seem the type, but her initial instinct is to be skeptical.
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An attic? A basement? ]
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Shaking her head, Chane tries to indicate having no other guesses to the mystery. ]
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I have no guesses myself, either. I suppose we could ask the Sheriff, now that he's revealed himself to us again, but I feel as though that'd be a waste of time.
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Then, gesturing to the Sheriff's own MOST WANTED poster. ]
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. . .
His is much less informative than the rest of ours.
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Well, as Claire would say, set that aside for now. Maybe Milla would know? Chane chances indicating that particular group of words. ]
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[her gaze is drawn towards that group of words by Chane's hand movements, and there's a pause as she reads them and. . . turns the meaning over in her mind]
. . . "synthetic flesh?" In context, and considering he is a robot, I assume that means "false flesh."
[eh. close enough]
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Robots are fictional.
So there. ]
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Do you think the Sheriff is lying about being a robot?
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I am not sure. ]
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