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[notpornbang]

It's a stormy day, and it's just going to get worse from here on out. Sheriff Hootenany Bornpang doesn't like the looks of that thar storm formulation, so he's coming 'round the mountain...town to let you know about it.

Best listen to what he has to say, won't you?

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[sorbusaucuparia]

Rowan has finally made it back here. Who knew that a little food excursion would turn into a months-long trek across Wisconsin and God only knows what else, because these Americans all their 'states' all kinds of bizarre shite?

The problem is, there's a storm brewing. She can feel it in her bones, almost. Normally stuff like this doesn't bother her, because hey - she's been rained upon. It's not like London is in the middle of a desert. But maybe she's just paranoid. This town gives her a bad feeling.

[notpornbang]

He thinks he may recognise this young woman, but he's not entirely sure. At any rate, he'll tip his hat at her. "Ma'am. Might be a good idea to get indoors. At the VFW hall. Hell of a storm coming."

[sorbusaucuparia]

"The VFW hall?" Rowan says, hoping the man will at least point her in the direction. She has no idea where it is, and even if she did, there's little hope of getting there before the storm's over.

[notpornbang]

Certainly, he'll point her the way! It's not far.

[sorbusaucuparia]

Point her then, good sir. She will tag along after one of the people who seems competent!