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[notpornbang]

What on Earth is our intrepid, heavy hearted Sheriff Bornpang up to today? How in tarnation does he manage to look so calm all the livelong day? Why does Deputy Widge look so nervous? How did a man with glasses that thick get to be a deputy sheriff anyway

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[lovegonetowaste]

Nica has been Out For A Walk (Bitch), because ... look, she just is, okay. She peers curiously at the Sheriff and his deputy (who she did not shoot), and idly wonders if they are perhaps in some kind of conspiracy.

What? It's perfectly logical After All This.

[notpornbang]

The sheriff might perhaps have the ability to explain with tact and delicacy to a young girl about the events that are to take place, but Widge totally does not. While he is for some inexplicable reason a pimp, he still has some trouble talking to girls! AND YET he tries. He tries so hard.

"So, maybe you should find somewhere safe. Y'know. To hide."

....ffhahahha. Maybe if you had a prison tat, Nica.

[lovegonetowaste]

Nica pauses midstep and settles on both feet, hands on her hips, looking at Widge. "To hide from what?"

[notpornbang]

Well, okay, he'll just look right back at her then WON'T HE. This is obviously why he's such a pimp. His ability to stare. >_> "Look, some bad stuff is about to go down, and you should get to safety. Okay?"

Ha ha ha. Go down.

[ulamspiral]

Whatever, Sheriff Poontang. Danny is busy pulling a cart full of posterboard, crayons and markers over to the general store. There is probably not reason for this AT ALL. He doesn't have time for your reindeer games.

Oh who are we kidding? He totally, totally does.

[notpornbang]

Sheriff Puddingpop looks up from his Grave Discussion with Widge and beckons Danny over! You bet your ass Danny has time to talk about to Poontang!

[ulamspiral]

Oh, fucking FINE, Sheriff Hootenany. He will come right on over and listen. He has to turn his little red cart around, so there is a huge sigh.

[notpornbang]

"We're about to be attacked," Pornbang says, bluntly. "Need to get folks aware and organised without letting anyone know their element of surprise is gone."

[cordillageddon]

Looks of Grave Importance tend to incite a Pavlovian 'oh god what have the terrorists done now' response in Adam, so he's already not terribly far off the mark when he comes over to see what the news is.

"What's happening?"

[notpornbang]

Sheriff Hootenanny straightens a little, but only a little, sir. "In about twenty minutes, we're going to come under attack," he says, quiet and calm. "We need to get people organised without raising a ruckus -- can't let 'em know we know they're coming."

[cordillageddon]

Organizing stuff is What Adam Does, thankyaverymuch. As is accepting information like that without question or complaint, although he's accustomed to being the one relaying intel about attacks to the local law enforcement, not the other way around. Either way, Sheriff Horndog's got a volunteer if he wants one.

"Do you need me to help round people up?" he offers.

[notpornbang]

"Try and keep it down, but yeah, that'd be good. Anyone knows how to handle a weapon." The sheriff summarises the plan of attack.

[itllhurtifido]

Mr. Smith, after having been rewarded for staking out downtown by getting a headache and bizarre faux-memories, and then rewarded for walking around the next day by being given free beer and the chance to meet someone new, has decided today to continue with the "walk around town" plan rather than the "stakeout" plan. As he passes by the Sheriff's office, he notices the tension between Sheriff and Deputy, but merely tips his hat in greeting to them. He figures that if it's important enough for them to bring in unofficial help with, they'll say something. Otherwise, there's no sense in getting Bornpang steamed by horning in on things.

[notpornbang]

So, basically, at this juncture Widge is going to wave him down. Sure it'll be discretely, but he's pretty much just waving him down and saying "Hey, hey, hey. Mister Smith!"

So...yes. Perhaps you should come on over here.

[itllhurtifido]

...Perhaps he should, yes. Heaven forbid he resist such an eloquent call for his attention. Widge seems to be a good man, but... yeah. He's got some learning to do about not being a spaz.

"Evenin', Deputy. Something on your mind?"

[notpornbang]

"Oh, you could say that." Hushed voices, Richard, HUSHED VOICES. "We're about to be attacked. Sheriff got a call a bit back, and we're trying to get everyone organized all quiet-like. We could really use your help with that."

[attyetlaw]

Cameron has been out finding...stuff. For the building of swings and rooms. What else is the lawyer man supposed to do but build things in Hell? His attention is immediately caught by the sherrif, and he wanders over.

"Is somethin' the matter, Sherrif?"

[notpornbang]

"...you could say that." OR YOU COULD SAY IMPENDING DOOM. "We're about to come under attack. Got less than half an hour to get organised -- without letting 'em know they've lost the element of surprise."

[attyetlaw]

Well that's....bizarre and weird and nothing good. He nods. "What needs doing?" Because damn it. This is his town now. B|

[notpornbang]

"Need folks to know what's going on. We're being attacked from three directions; know how to handle a weapon?"