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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]

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?

[foodporn]

Yeah they had a change of heart.

[oh myg od drive it straight constantine WATCH OUT FOR THE FENCEPOST]

[cabineyes]

[ rides straight into a bush ]

[ that the horse can't apparently ride through?? ]

[ I HATE IT WHEN THIS HAPPENS ]

[rhymeswithdesign]

What the fuck did you lot do?

[yes he's assigning blame already. no it wasn't his fault. probably. hopefully this isn't about the poker because he actually broke very few rules. or the bar brawl he lost. or... anything.

swears and tugs on the reins. fortunately the horse is better at steering itself than he is at driving it.]

[foodporn]

We helped them!

[shame on them. looks over at hook having steering difficulties. #judging]

[rhymeswithdesign]

Is this about—

[has a "WHERE'S OLIVE?" moment and freezes, which would probably affect the horse if the horse were bothering to listen to a thing he does.]

Shit.

Where's everyone else?

[cabineyes]

[ rides over an armadillo in the bg. ]