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[notpornbang]

Sheriff Horndog has organised another town meeting! He has not gone so far as to disarm, but you can bet your bottom dollar that his heart will be two sizes too small if anyone should commit suicide at this one. Please, take pity on Bill's heavy heart

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[thewalkabout]

Making the decision to be seated somewhere sidelined and unobtrusive, we have a squinty-eyed bald fellow named John. Let's be clear, though, this one is not so handy with a tommy gun as Mr. Smith. He's got dirt on his pants and under his fingernails after spending some quality grave pit digging time, but he did wash the blood off his hands that came from handling the bodies. The apocalypse has hit, but we all still need to observe a measure of society around here

[abiggirlworld]

There is a small blonde woman not far from Locke; 5'1" and skinny, with rectangular glasses and inkstained fingers. She looks vaguely uncomfortable (perhaps unaccustomed to being left to her own devices in the wake of the apocalypse), and she's looking around idly.

Naturally, her eyes fall on the bowie knife, regarding it with more interest than she gives the man holding it. It takes her a moment to reorder her thoughts enough to notice that, yes, there is a man attached to the comparatively safer end of said knife -- the man who showed up after the interesting incidents with the SUVs. She's not as inclined to be suspicious as some people are, but she is curious; truthfully moreso about Locke's arrival than the explosive nature of St John's abilities as seen the other day. People being able to do strange things is not common place to her, but neither is it unusual.

She doesn't say anything, though, because occasionally she does not think it is important to actually share her thoughts with the rest of the class. Unless she's being

[itllhurtifido]

Someone else has apparently opted for the sideline area to sit, though Mr. Smith has left his Tommy guns... well, okay, not at home, but in the car trunk, at least, so if a ruckus breaks out, he'll have to rely on just the handguns he always keeps with him. As he sits down, he tips his hat in greeting to Mr. Locke and Ms. Paakkonen.

[thewalkabout]

"It's a Case," Locke says without prelude. He finishes snapping his new fishing rod's handle into place, and only then looks up. "Three years old. Nine and a half stainless steel, brass guard." Having neither a hat to tip nor a tendency to tip them when he does, Locke raises a hand to greet Smith in return, and smiles to Donna Paakkonen in a way that's a wee bit too shrewd to be called grandfatherly. "I can stow it if you're uncomfortable."

[cordillageddon]

Adam has taken Mohinder's advice and found a sling for his arm. This...barely impedes his ability to type a mile a minute.

The first person to make a joke about one-handed typing is going to get bashed over the head.

He's sitting in the middle of the room this time, occupying his time with--is that Minesweeper? Adam, you dork.

(What? He doesn't have any actual work to be doing, and he's trying to distract himself from all the doom and woe.)

[ojosdefuego]

She had, honestly, considered sitting this meeting out. Ultimately, she decided that probably would've put some sort of suspicion back on her, and she decided to come. Burns, bandages and all.

[twisterghost]

Oh, you guys are assholes.

Anyway Dorothy is going to just take her seat and wait for the meeting to start, because that's what you do at these things and it's not like there's any mingling she actually wants to do and... stuff.

And you can go to hell. You go to hell and you die.

[theoddsare]

After people have already started coming in, but before the meeting officially begins, Chancey sidles in the door and takes a seat in the back. Her face is smudged with dirt, there are cobwebs stuck to her jacket, and the dark circles under her eyes and rather blank look on her face make it fairly obvious that she hasn't slept yet. Why no, she hasn't been home since the 'invasion' of her apparently adopted town. And she still has no idea what's been going on all this time.

She still has her bat, though. This is one young lady who will not be caught unawares, no sir.