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[curseshit]

The wedding is tomorrow!

Do what you gotta do. Decorate the church, decide what to wear, buy a gift for the happy couple, bake all the things... throw a bachelor party?

Oh and don't forget to water the apple trees. Never do that.

[ mission: work on breaking the curse or go through the symptoms if you've already gotten started. ]

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[wolfsoul]

[ puts up a notice on the bakery window and wipes his forehead with his sleeve. this is all very stressful. ]

"Hiring an assistant for the next two days. Must be hard-working and reliable."

[foodporn]

[hard working and reliable!! actually her dads just really need the moolah]

[pulls door open and looks up at the jangly bell]

Mr. Walsh?

[wolfsoul]

[ looks up from the cake. oh no not her. he has heard Things. ]

You here about the job? Amber, was it?

[dices]

[ sneaks out of the inn through the window. half naked and all messy. holds his pants up with one hand and the rest of the clothes with the other ]

[mercyless]

[ heading to the front yard with a full watering can. it's going to be a hot day and she doesn't want the apple trees to look like they're withering away. that would be bad for business. ]

[dices]

[ sSHIT

divES under a bush and quickly dresses himself so fast like whoa ]

[inenochian]

[ tomorrow? ]

[rhymeswithdesign]

[bollocks.]

[armedarchaeologist]

[didn't sleep at all last night. did a lot of walking around town instead. walks up to the doors of the library. tugs on them. peers inside the window at the people working. frowns. tugs on the doors. looks at the people. tugs on the doors. looks pointedly at the people. tugs on the doors. notices the posted hours. sighs. walks away from the library even though it's open in like 20 minutes.]

[armedarchaeologist]

[never mind the fact the library is now abandoned, apparently. oh god he hasn't been awake long enough to hallucinate, has he?

wait what time is it]

Oh, shit.

[that's right he has breakfast shifts at the inn. books it toward the inn!]

[crossmyhearts]

[you're late jsyk]

[which is why he's trying to prepare breakfast. don't mind the milk and the breadcrumbs and whatever else everywhere it's a mess. looks really pleased with himself though.]

[crotchbite]

[ holding the tit dagger between her hands like wtf is this shit why namming flashbacks and realistic dreams.

it makes no sense. wtf did that shitty jacob sell her is it laced with drugs ]

[inenochian]

[ why is he coming into work the day before his wedding? because he doesn't want to believe it's actually going to happen. ]

[ hanging up his jacket in her office while she nam flashbacks. ]

[recurred]

[someone stood her up. whatever dude, go get married for all i care]

[staking out looking out for blind marge and her sticky fingers because she's in a Mood]

[ladybirdbook]

[zoidberg woopwoopwoop noises]

[sawedoff]

[is
is the sheriff staking out the church]

[does that chick ever sleep. finishes cleaning up after morning service. shakes hands with housewives and grandmas. the drill. bye. irish jesus bless you. etc.]

[inenochian]

[ nearly got knocked over by marge on her way out of the church. blind bitch got somewhere to be in a hurry. ]

[ sure is big empty church in here. ]

[cabineyes]

[ steps out of the tailor's where he just placed an order for a new dress for bo. the tailor was understandably busy but nothing that coins and connections couldn't handle (blind marge's sister). now she'll have something nice to wear at the wedding. ]

[ next he's going to get something sweet from the bakery for the whole family because he's not as bad as you might think!! ok he has his ups and downs, but all in all having a family is pretty great. funny how the thought just came to him after eating that bean bread. ]

[crossmyhearts]

[walking around with a plunger under his arm for some strange reason.]

[had an urge to explore, and is getting closer and closer to town borders. stop him, join him, ask about the tool??]

[recurred]

[also heading to the town borders because suspicious tinhatting]

[petting her horse when she hears him bounding her way. she felt like calling it susan. it's an ongoing issue]

Mister Smith? What're you doing out here?

[rhymeswithdesign]

[apparently he got lost on the way to janet's house last night, because that was definitely where he'd been going, only then he woke up in a ditch a few hours later screaming bloody murder over a nightmare he can barely remember, so...

yeah, seems like he never made it there. which is a pity, because he really wanted to see her. her clever hands, the white streaks—

no that's not right, that was the nightmare.]

[wandering back into town rubbing his forehead and smoking.]

[recurred]

[just comes to a stop around town square with most of everyone happy at home with her families or banging their adulterous lovers.

holding susan's reins as she just looks around like the place is a whole goddamn foreign planet. what do. was supposed to audit the Joys but she just doesn't know anymore]

[andtrue]

... Don't tell me you forgot about us, Sheriff.

[inenochian]

[ avoids ernest's return to town, but it's a narrow thing, and only because the stink of smoke alerted him. ]

[ nope. just goes straight home, to do what he isn't sure. maybe pack a bag. go back to the old country. he doesn't remember his mother and father's faces, which means it's been much too long in this little orchard town. sure, he'll lose his job, but the money he was about to pay in taxes should be more than enough to get him set up. somewhere very far away from the priest who makes too much sense without clarifying anything. ]

[ and hopefully, away from the sensation of having a living nest of beasts in his stomach. ]

[nosleeves]

[finds him just standing there whathanding in his room without much of anything else. figures its probably prewedding night jitters. happens to the best of us]

[clears throat as he leans against the door frame instead of knocking or saying anything]