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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?]

Comments

[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.]

[cabineyes]

Sticking to the cards you're dealt might seem a wonderful idea in the future if subtlety is not your strong side.

[ at this rate your little hobby isn't going to end well. watches him get back on his feet. his only hand is busy playing with the tip of the hook, sorry. ]

But ah, luckily you heal quite fast. A convenient skill, that.

[rhymeswithdesign]

[that's an evocative image.]

Hm.

[yeah no subtlety is his strongest side of all, when he's not looking to get his stupid arse kicked.]

Can't not stick my nose in. Call it a defect.

[cabineyes]

Very convenient in fact. Care to share it with the rest of us?

[ magical healing. he would like that. ]

[foodporn]

[leans in looking harassed and emergency-like as usual]

Hey! Pack your shit up and let's go. Explain later.

[claps at them to get them moving]

[rhymeswithdesign]

[pauses in the act of brushing himself off with a grimace and looks incredulously at hook. which. ok, to be fair, he has no idea what's going on.]

It's not a skill, mate, it's an infection. A demon bled in my IV line to get me up on my feet, and to be quite honest I'm not certain what my blood would do to someone second-hand, but since it boils water and corrodes metal I'm not all that eager to find out.

[rhymeswithdesign]

[wot.]

[foodporn]

[cabineyes]

[ whats an IV line. ]

[ turns to look at bo. he thought the gunshot was just noise from someone shooting hyperion, nbd. ]

Do you mind?

[rhymeswithdesign]

Can we get a short version of the explanation?

[trusts bo's instincts and things. brushes past hook on the way out of the stable, where they can continue this conversation in apparently less danger, but then the same thing occurs to him that had occurred to hook, but belatedly.

stops dead.]

Who got shot.

[foodporn]

[looks over her shoulder as a deputy heads their way and moves to push constantines shoulder toward a tied up horse at the front of the stable]

I said explain later! Go to Summerhill.

[cowboycrap]

[yall git on out of here now]

[cabineyes]

Should we make a bet on who it was since you're so intent on gambling, mate?

[ 5 dolla says it was hyperion. ]

[ takes the horse that was licking constantine's face. ]

[rhymeswithdesign]

[unusually immobile.]

Give me a name.

[it's the difference between whether he burns down the town on his way out or not.

headcount gives him one of the threeish people he gives two shits about, which is not an encouraging statistic.]

[ignores hook.]

[foodporn]

It wasn't one of us, now move-

[you stubborn ass. shoves him at the horse as a gunshot misses her foot by an inch]

[cabineyes]

Woah now, you weren't lying when you said we are in a hurry.

[ now if you'll excuse him he's going to ride through the stables and get the fuck out of here. ]

[rhymeswithdesign]

Jesus wept! You weren't fucking around!

[holy god is he ever awake now.]

[how do i horse.]

[tries to get on the horse. tries really hard.]

[foodporn]

[lmao shoves his butt up on horse and helps herself up on it after him. we're riding twosies no time to find another horse. gives it a kick]

[cowboycrap]

And stay gone!

[fires another shot after them]

[rhymeswithdesign]

[is really ok with this.

except for the gunshots what the fuck.]

Fucking hell!


You all right?

[kicks the horse in the ribs too. go horsey!]

[foodporn]

I will be when that guy stops shooting at me!

[hangs on to the back of his jacket as they haul ass out]

[rhymeswithdesign]

[shit who is driving this thing oh god why am i the designated driver i'm so hungover i'm still a little drunk.]

You said at you, right?