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[cowboycrap]

Both groups that turned over their outlaws were paid the handsome sticker price. The Sheriff was disconcerted about the missing bounty, but it appears so long as they have Martin they're not too worried about the straggler. You must have been tired after the long day yesterday, so hopefully you've rested up and taken advantage of the hotel rooms and actual beds. By the time morning rolls around, a steady stream of people are heading to the court house for the town meeting. Check it out Y/N?

The bounties are still secured in the jail. They are heavily guarded, or as much as they can be in a town with such divided resources.

[Mission: town hall meeting before you depart from westworld anyone?]

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[armedarchaeologist]

[straggles into the meeting with the rest of the stragglers. there's a hole in his jacket and shirt now, and though he tried to wash the blood out and the wound is gone, there's still quite a stain, as well as one ringing his collar on the right, under a bandaged ear.]

[permanent expression of "500% done."]

[cowboycrap]

[you're herded into the hustle and bustle of the townsfolk around you. literal bustle though. there's a bustle on every side of you.]

[take a seat any seat. there's the mayor standing at the head of the hall, with a few unfamiliar faces flanking him that look mighty official. the sheriff makes a cameo too. there's quiet murmuring as they call for silence]

Thank you for joining us on this fine morning!

[foodporn]

[bo joins your plot party. squeezes in between people to get to daniel since he's the only other familiar person in the crowd as of yet]

[leans over to whisper to him since everyone's gotten more hushed as he started talking]

It's too early for this shit. I haven't even had coffee. What do you think the big deal is?

[armedarchaeologist]

[feels caged in.]

[took an aisle seat near the back, because you never know when you're going to have to run for your life, but gets bullied into scooting over until he's basically in the middle.

bo is clearly more assertive than he is, but of course we knew that.]

I don't know, but if I've learned anything it's that alien town meetings are never good news for us.

[gets shushed. ignores it. the ush.]

[cowboycrap]

[old lady hitting him with her purse. the ush]

First I'd like to address the matter of Alderwood's official independence from Summerhill. As of yesterday, we have delivered the last of the supply hold-over, and we are officially cutting ties!

[he holds his arms out as though this is good news. there's a wave of hushed approval from the crowd, nodding heads, someone claps, you know]

[recurred]

[well we all know what she's doing during all of this]

[to the jail she and the cardboard go inconspicuously looking for an entrance]

[cowboycrap]

[there's only but the one and it's the front door. of course there are windows in the cells but they're barred and there's a deputy sitting in a chair keeping an eye on the cells]

[recurred]

[so they need a distraction]

[fainting isn't going to help them in this situation and she's not about to set a building on fire (although it was one of the options)]

[somebody stole my horse or they're going to feed my baby to jackals or there's a cougar in my outhouse]

[cowboycrap]

[the deputy picks a piece of horse shit off the bottom of his boot and flicks it into a corner idly.]

[recurred]

[okay she has about 10 seconds to choose between one of those, but looks like the doctor's going in because he's disappeared and left her with one job. she has one job.]

[waits a moment trying to pump herself up for this. give herself a little pep talk because it's possibly the worst idea to ever exist, but if she backs out now, she's letting the doctor down]

[fixes hat and slides away briefly before getting a running start. cue dramatics]

HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!

[rhymeswithdesign]

[wakes up in a stable with a fancy new collection of bruises and a horse chewing on his foot.]

[cabineyes]

[ this is not what i pay you to do. pats the horse to make it move. ]

Enjoying yourself, are you?

[rhymeswithdesign]

[you don't pay me shit, mate.

stares up at the pirate with all the grace of the slowly awakening.]

Do I look like I am?

[no.]

[cabineyes]

[ do i have to toss a bucketful of water on you to complete this mr gibbs image. ]

They don't appreciate a good game of cards around here, I take it?

[rhymeswithdesign]

[he does not smell like pig shit.

he smells like cigarettes and moonshine and hay.]

[and a little like horseshit.]

That they do not.

[well, suppose killian can't offer him a hand up since he;s only got the one. staggers to his feet and groans under his breath as his brain tries to make a break for it.]

[cowboycrap]

Once you've made it to Summerhill the lawmen back off and turn around to head back to Alderwood, satisfied that the outsiders have been run out of town. Welcome to being evicted enjoy your stay in derelict town. No one will bother you while you're here, but if/when you try to get through Alderwood again you'll definitely have a problem.

Do a headcount, regroup, maybe come up with a plan. The ush.

[recurred]

[are those more gunshots?]

[somebody hold my flower]

[no jk cue zany adventures trying to find doctor and maybe susan. susan would be nice.]

[cabineyes]

[ arrives in summerhill after everybody else. thanks guys. :'( ]

[andtrue]

[ could have stayed in alderwood but it just wasn't worth it. those people are crazy. ]

Hell of a day.

[cabineyes]

[ they would have shot at your wooden ass. climbs off the horse and ties to a post. it might be susan. ]

You don't say.

[andtrue]

[ you leave susan alone. ]

No bullet holes?

[cabineyes]

[ just a few broken ribs thanks to susan. fuck you susan. ]

You're welcome to check.

[dices]

[ doing a headcount





where's
where's derek and sookie. ]

[rhymeswithdesign]

[heading back to find out.

or possibly already knows?

who can say.]

[dices]

[ u gon get killed ]