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[curseshit]

Rough day, eh? Time to head home to your loving spouse or to the inn to meet with your best mates. Anyway, the day is done. It was a long one too so make you sure you have a good night's rest because tomorrow is not going to be any easier. The duke wants the town to look absolutely perfect for the festival.

If you don't feel like sleeping just yet I hear the inn is running a small darts tournament. The food is bad and the rooms are small, but at least the alcohol is good. Apple cider all around!

[ mission: so about that curse! in order to break out of your curse you'll be needing three triggers or one big one. more information & examples here. hold your horses though, you aren't supposed to break free in just one night. ]

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[andtrue]

[ paul. his name is paul now. ]

[ sampling the merchandise while his no good husband is out stealing or whoring or whatever it is jacob gets up to ]

[ladybirdbook]

[ blind marge is busy shoplifting. ]

[andtrue]

Oh, hell.

[ grabs the broom ]

Not this time, Marge.

[andtrue]

[ he's just going to lead her outside. that might have sounded too ominous ]

[foodporn]

You shouldn't be so mean to her. You know she's blind?

[leaning over counter. being a useless freeloading kid. get a job bo]

[nosleeves]

[darts seems like a valid, wholesome activity to blow off some steam. being mayor and mayor's assistant at the same time is a thankless job, man. especially if he never gets laid from it]

[settled back waiting for his turn]

[sawedoff]

[daniel i s2g if you stand me up]

[recurred]

[u ready for ur audit? no? 2 bd]

[sawedoff]

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[you got off work early you have no excuse. hasn't even had time to change out of the priest shtick yet. heatheri is out tutoring amber into the long hours of the night. answers door with the tightest smile.]

Sheriff.

[recurred]

[looks him over and smiles right back]

[answers the door alone. still in collar. mental notes]

Father.

[that didnt sound wrong at all. she's not a church gal. clears throat]

Bad time?

[scantilyclad]

[ some asshole tried to kill her in her sleep and bury her alive. ]

[ getting a fresh change of clothes is more important than mayoring the town, daryl can keep doing that crap as long as he wants ]

[inenochian]

[ been looking for ernest every second since he finished work this afternoon. his feet are sore and he's getting grumpy, because his feet shouldn't ever get sore (for some reason?). ]

[ sighs and rubs his forehead, having wound up back at the bakery where he started this morning. not a single sign of his fiancee, not even in the library which would have been the last place anyone would go to look for him. ]

[ ready to give up, just go say his prayers at the church and head home. he'll just have to tell craig walsh they couldn't decide on a cake and that he should just make whatever is easiest. ]

[rhymeswithdesign]

[that's funny, because he's been avoiding sergei and drinking, which sounds like it'd be a lot more fun, only after janet left it had mostly turned into brooding and drinking, which was less fun.

since his life is a sitcom anyway, it shouldn't be surprising that he steps out the front door looking left, very clearly visible in the street, only to look right and nearly run smack into just the man he'd been hoping to avoid.]

Oh. Uh. Evening, Seryozha.

[shit. at least he thinks he managed to keep the panicked expression to a minimum.]

[inenochian]

[ almost trips on his feet walking into ernest. they're sore and cumbersome and he's had it up to here with using them to get around. ]

[ recovers quickly, not needing to steady himself with a touch or anything, thankfully. ]

We had an appointment, Ernest.

[rhymeswithdesign]

We—

[shit. makes a face that could generously be called contrite.]

Shit, the cake. Of course. Sorry, mate, I've been out and about all day, just now got home.

[rocks a little on the balls of his feet, clearly at least as excited about staying here and talking to sergei as sergei is about staying here and talking to him.]

Look, could we reschedule?

[overthewall]

[ TOTALLY LIED PEGGY IS HERE TO STAY ]

[ doing the ~handywork~ at the inn. stop breaking the sinks, guys. it's not cool. ]

[dices]

[ shouldn't be at the inn. tara is there. does she Know. hope she doesn't. but i gotta investigate a crazy jealous ex so. ]

Good evening, Peggy. [ leans against the doorframe ] Mind if I ask you a few questions?

[overthewall]

I mind, but I have a feeling you'll ask them anyway.

[ sets wrench on sink before she leans against it, crossing arms over her chest. ]

Shoot.

[crotchbite]

[ so i guess the mayor isn't dead. if you want someone dead you better do the job yourself apparently.

norman you useless piece of shit ]

[cabineyes]

[ tell me about it. that bitch is hard to kill. ]

[ slides to her table with a bottle of apple cider. ]

This seat free?

[crotchbite]

[ looks up from the new bill. damn this duke is cray. if he wasn't so charismatic she'd hate him ]

Go ahead.

[wolfsoul]

[ he'd love a good round of darts but he's way too busy for that now. locks the bakery doors and starts cleaning. ]

[ if those two useless assholes don't deliver the details of the cake before tomorrow morning they'll be eating sand on their wedding day. ]

[andtrue]

[ leaves the shop open all night just in case there are reckless drunk people who feel like spending money ]

[ the things we do for bullshit taxes to appease our wonderful and charismatic lord ]

[cabineyes]

[ we're not drunk or reckless but hel has some money. hopefully. ]

[ knocks on the shop door before entering and holding the door open for hel. ]

Honey, look what the wind brought in. It's a customer and a bloody good one!

[andtrue]

Should I check out back for medical supplies?