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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

[scantilyclad]

Yes, yes, 'tis obvious to anyone with eyes. For what purpose are you casting this spell?

[andtrue]

We're really doing this? Well. All right.

[ this sounds like a bad idea, but it'd weigh on his conscience if he let them run off alone to get shot. his conscience shows up at the weirdest moments. ]

[rhymeswithdesign]

[smiles at the bowl. whatever he's seeing in the bowl. in the direction of that thing anyway, if not in reaction to it. who did this finger belong to? ancient magus? hapless cowboy?]

Plenty around here without eyes, then.

[he's got about as much as he's going to of whatever aura came up. ahem. turns away from the bowl and looks at morrigan for a few beats.]

I want to know what Dean killed.

[recurred]

[isnt your conscience a bug or something]

[really when you're leaving a bunch of talentless douchebags to do the bidding of a whole town, every idea is a bad idea. but she sees opportunity.]

Let's get us some horses then.

[armedarchaeologist]

[oh, is. august coming. ok. thank god there will be someone there to protect him and clara.]

Right. Well. I don't know about you, but I don't. Have money. For horses. Or any leads on where we might find these guys.

[recurred]

[what we'll steal the horses. it's not like we've got much else to lose around here.]

[gives him sort of a flippant look before starting to walk towards the inn. the cowboys should be well and drunk. they won't need their horses]

We ask around. And if worse comes to worst, we go find the sketchiest most abandoned looking outpost in the desert. [where else do outlaws hang out]

[andtrue]

[ well, daniel, he's more concerned about the girl you're leading astray. ]

I've got money.

[recurred]

[slow turn]

Since when?

[scantilyclad]

No wonder 'tis taking so long. What has he not killed?

[armedarchaeologist]

[it was her idea, you dick. and don't they hang horse thieves?

for that matter, don't they hang genocidal maniacs?]

That's. Not a terrible plan, actually. A lot of this place adheres to a kind of folkloric logic, so... That'd stand to reason. Sort of. A sort of logic.

[follows clara as he talks, because if he couldn't do both he'd never get anywhere. looks over his shoulder at august.]

Oh. That's good.

[andtrue]

Doesn't matter. It's not stolen, so no one needs to hang.

[recurred]

[prostitution?]

[no i dont want to know]

Okay then. You get the horses, we'll shake down some drunks for the info?

[rhymeswithdesign]

Hmm. A better question. Rumpelstiltskin, apparently. Though he thinks differently.

[stands up, scrubs at a line of chalk with his toe, pours a little liquid from his flask into the bowl of water, which bubbles and smells awful in response.]

[armedarchaeologist]

[that makes two of us clara.]

Good plan again.

[although he expects clara is going to be better at getting information out of old west-y types than he is. or really out of anyone.]

[andtrue]

[ high eyebrows at daniel. ]

Easy, cowboy. I'll be back in twenty.

[recurred]

[its okay danny, you can just stand there and look....well you can just stand there.]

[nods to August and head for the saloon]

[armedarchaeologist]

I'm not—

[hell with it. she's leaving without him. sighs and follows clara, with whom he wasn't. really. he's just impressed at planning that doesn't involve bullets.]

[recurred]

[busts in through the little swingy doors. that's whats up]

[who do we got to choose from]

[scantilyclad]

The old cripple?

[rhymeswithdesign]

That's the one.

[she's not asking too many questions. or rather she's not asking the questions he'd have expected one of their party to ask. which he appreciates.]

Probably better for everyone if he thinks he has, though.

[scantilyclad]

[ boy she magic. ]

He has done nothing to us. Not since that incident. Why the sudden interest, I wonder?

[rhymeswithdesign]

[rubs at his jaw, where he swears he can still feel the bruise even though it's long gone by now.]

Concerned about history repeating itself.

[scantilyclad]

So you took the inevitable repetition into your own hands? I see.

[rhymeswithdesign]

Now why would you say a thing like that, love?

[neutral tone. he actually wants to know why she thinks he would sacrifice friends to get home. he's pretty sure he knows why dean thinks as much—the thing with feathers perched on dean's soul. but morrigan? what has he done to make morrigan think he's as awful as, well, he is?]

[cowboycrap]

[ there's a rowdy group in the middle drunkenly working their way through a poker game ]

[ the barkeep is serving the good whiskey to a man at the bar ]

[ there is also a crying prostitute in the corner, being comforted by the other girls ]