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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

[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]

[mercyless]

[ leading the angry mob straight into a town they already hate? good plan dean. ]

[ knocking on doors, waking up the cardboards, the usual plan b. i imagine they have done this a couple of times. ]

[armedarchaeologist]

Yep. Radio in if there's any problems and we'll. Posse up and make things worse, I guess.

[to the saloonmobile! to fetch hyperion and whatever other people are drinking first thing in the morning.]

[recurred]

[ oh god i have to go find the doctor again, this will be fun]

[sawedoff]

Posse. Yeah. Good times. Everyone loves some pos...

[ok now's not the time for posse puns. drops pointy finger defeatedly after him since he's already running off and splits up the good old fashioned foot search way]