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[cowboycrap]

Alright yall enough doodling around. It's nightfall in Alderwood, so grab yourself a hotel room, you can either opt for the snazzy spacious 5 star in the high class end of town or one of the less financially debilitating rooms on the second floor of the inn/pub, but expect to hear a lot of hooker noises and drunken cowboys from downstairs. You get what you pay for.

You ought to grab yourself a bounty poster and decide on a plan of action so that you have direction for your adventures tomorrow, because the Sheriff seems like he's not gonna stand for you taking advantage of their kindness if you're not going to hold up your end of the bargain.

There are four main bounties posted in the courthouse, but they're scattered about the town on posters, too. There's Dewie Martin, the highest paying bounty, Earl Johnson, Janna Turner and Billy Turner. There are other, lesser bounties, but those seem to be the four the Sheriff's really pushing for.

[Mission: rest up, youre going bounty hunting tomorrow morning]

Comments

[andtrue]

[ did someone day snazzy spacious 5 star accommodation? yes please. but let's look at those bounty posters. ]

Earl Johnson, huh?

[recurred]

[thankful for night, her head was killing her.]

[scanning the bounty board as well because it's about quieter there than anywhere else right now]

Simplest names in this world yet.

[armedarchaeologist]

[uncomfortable expression at the quest board.]

I don't want to split hairs more than we really have to, but does someone who was more awake than me for the exposition know what this guy actually did?

[rhymeswithdesign]

[yeah fuck that wild wild west noise. constantine's grabbed a cheap hotel room with his ill-gotten poker-hustlin' gains. it's not like he's planning on sleeping, not for a bit anyway. he locks the door and wedges a door under the doorknob, now that he knows how gross his blood makes the spell now.]

[once the perimeter's secured, he grabs the nasty-ass, scummy washbasin and sets it on the floor, then kneels and begins drawing runes around it on the floor in chalk.]

[rhymeswithdesign]

[runes drawn, he pulls out his hunting knife and pricks his finger, dripping three drops into the bowl along with the gross water. to the surprise of nobody in the room, since he's alone, the scum on the water curls away and sinks to the bottom as the water simmers and hisses and smells like bloody, sulfury arse.]

[pulls the smallest joint of ostensibly-rumplestiltskin's finger out and scrapes a few flakes off into the water. commences chanting as his eyes glaze over.

let's scry on that aura.]

[scantilyclad]

[ and morrigan's standing in the other doorway. the one constantine took the door from. of course it's the door to the bathroom and it's technically not an entrance, but she climbed through the window when she smelled magic. ]

What are you up to?

[andtrue]

[ seeing a man about a horse. several horses. ]

[iforgotthepassword]

...

[andtrue]

Morning.

[cabineyes]

[ yeah he'll be heading into those cheap rooms once he's done making new friends at the saloon. ]

[ too bad no one wants to be his friend since he's an outsider. ]

[andtrue]

[ hey best friend ]

... Killian.

[mercyless]

[ squints at one of the bounty posters in the courthouse and slides off into the night to do some detective work. ]

[noshoes]

[ was playing with some dogs after splashing some more water. by splashing i mean soaking herself from head to toe.

behind her ]

[shortcuts]

[sup guys]

[strangename]

[ BABY ]

[ i mean oh hi hyperion ]

Your beard!

[cowboycrap]

[the horse wranglers are having trouble getting the unbroke horses in for the night]

[dices]

[ was enjoying this night on his own with a beer (it's good beer omg) and stops when he hears all the neighing and kicking and manly grunts ]

You guys need help? [ doesn't know shit about horses ]

[crotchbite]

[ two of nessy's characters are getting the job done so one can be useless and get a Break by soaking in expensive bubble bath and rest up from rooftop train ride bruises !! ]

[foodporn]

[joins in the bubble bath. this is familiar. settles her booty in between her legs and leans back against dem perfect tits]

I take anything bad I said about Americans back. This is the best vacation ever.

[sawedoff]

[n-not getting anything done either]

[drinking in the saloon like this while the owner goes on a rampage about his deflowered daughter and his stolen money. there's a lot of punching and chairs being thrown. it's western jerry springer in here.]

[cabineyes]

[ slides out from the back after deflowering that flower that was actually already deflowered. ]

[ can tell what went down with one look. oh u august. orders a drink and makes his way to dean's traumatized butt. ducks so he isn't hit by a flying chair. ]

[marlboroman]

[did that guy say his name was fucking jesse james]

[tugs on a horse's reins and leads it over to a water trough while he leans against something and observes the pc party being a bunch of numbnuts]

[ladybirdcrey]

[poops]

[recurred]

[where is the bartender and the good gentlemen]

[i have some outlaws to find and negotiate with]

[cowboycrap]

Help you miss?