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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]

[leans back to be more in line with clara for whispering.]

Yeah, I dunno, not ringing any bells here.

[gives mr. roberts a "slytherin just won the house cup" clap.]

[cowboycrap]

[the mayor holds his hands out to stop the clapping in that overexcited way thats like too enthusiastic for the amount fo clapping actually going on]

Thank you. I'm sure you've all heard tittering about this new rule of ours, but today we're going to make it a reality. It began with Summerhill. That was a test, a dry run, if you will. And it was successful! We now see that these... outfolk can survive on their own, without our help, and we have to tolerate their presence among our own no more.

[pauses to smile as the crowd ooh's silently]

Yes. From now on, there will be designated areas for other people, specifically. For their own good, and ours. We've seen what happens when our kinds mingle. We see what disaster they wreak. Sheriff, bring in the outlaws.

[cowboycrap]

[the sheriff is waiting at the front entrance on cue, dragging along the shackled outlaws from the bounty hunts as they pull them through the crowded aisle up to the front]

[foodporn]

[waddafuck. twists around in seat to watch with the most offended face]

[recurred]

[aw hell]

[armedarchaeologist]

Oh, you have to be kidding.

[but he doesn't, and daniel would bet money (if he had any) that the mayor isn't.

from the looks of it, daniel is actually angry, in a way he wasn't at even the people he was shooting last night. because this shit never goes anywhere good.]

[cowboycrap]

Ladies and gentlemen, these are the outlaws that have been terrorizing us night and day!

[waves to them as they're lined up in the front of the hall, some people yell insults at them as they're trotted past]

They sought to steal our precious shipment of gunpowder, sought to overthrow us and take positions of lawmen and leadership among our community, MUTINY! That is what this is. And today we will tell them the people of Alderwood will not abide.

[cheering, ad nauseum]

[cowboycrap]

Yer a rat bastard Wilkins! You're gonna rot in hell!

[he breaks loose from the sheriff and lunges at him, and a shot rings out]

[cowboycrap]

[dewie falls over dead. sheriff's gun smokes. etc.]

[foodporn]

[jumps up at the shot as some of the crowd takes to startled screams and then stone silence]

[recurred]

[seriously?]

[mercyless]

[ was cardboarded here some time a go. ]

[ well he had that one coming. ]

[armedarchaeologist]

[jumps up too, sidearm out, but keeps it pointed at the floor as he realizes who shot the what now.]

[leans over and mutters to bo:] Why do I get the feeling running is in our near future?

[looks over his shoulder at clara, then at the crowd crowding their crowded way between them and the door.]

[cowboycrap]

Please settle down! An unfortunate turn of events, but this man was simply too violent to continue on. You saw, before your eyes, he attempted to take my very life.

[nudges his corpse out of view so they'll settle down]

I present these outlaws as evidence to Hourglass and all of the cities under its control, we cannot let these other folk go unchecked. Any other folk outside of a designated other folk area shall be deemed a criminal.

[he looks at our little rag tag team now]

[foodporn]

Yeah I think that's a good idea.

[can we cheese it yet]

[recurred]

That our cue to leave?

[i think thats our cue to leave]

[mercyless]

[ already going. move aside people. ]

[armedarchaeologist]

Yep, you got it, let's go.

[keeps gun low and against his leg, herds bo toward the exit so he doesn't lose track of anyone.]

[sawedoff]

Am I late?

[jogs up to them as they pile out of the court house. glances toward all the fuss and people making crowd noises]

I heard a shot.

[which isnt. necessarily unusual. for this town but you know in the middle of a town hall meeting and all that it seems noteworthy]

[cowboycrap]

[keep


keep moving guys]

[mercyless]

They just ran out of hospitality.

[ she'll go to the hotel to make sure everyone is awake and ready to go. ]

[armedarchaeologist]

Yeah, that was Dewey getting shot, outsiders aren't welcome 'round these here parts, we're leaving.

[cliff's notes. moves to take dean's elbow and herd him away as well.]

We should round up and head out. Now.

[foodporn]

Shouldn't we- do something? Love us and leave us, what tools. I wanna kick his ass.

[keeping step with them anyway as she throws a look over her shoulder at the sheriff looking menacing]

[recurred]

[there's a rosa parks reference in here somewhere but she's british]

Yeah, who didn't see that coming.

[stops briefly to look back at the poor outlaw couple. sorry bros, we tried to bust you out]

[sawedoff]

[herded. and kind of confused.]

Right, ok, picked the wrong team. I'll get the hotel, you check the saloons, meet at Summerhill?

[time for plan is now go]