First (Voice + Action)

[westerned]

[[There's a mumble that can be heard from Rufus' bed, and a creak or two as he rolls over.

And then a 'thud' as he hits the floor by rolling out of bed.]]

Aw, consarn it...

[[He picks himself up and examines his surroundings. Well, this certainly wasn't the back of his reliable automobile, no siree.]]

Now... just where'n th'heck am I?

[[After a moment

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[mustnotdrink]

[It...takes a few minutes for Sion to notice because sob cleaning her gun

[westerned]

...

[[OKAY WELL that's kind of hard to believe, but she can't really be shitting him, right?]]

Well, tha's a might fine pistol you've got right there, li'l Miss Sion.

When y'said "returned t'me over time," jus' how long didja mean? An' if you're m'daughter, then who's m'wife?

[mustnotdrink]

[sob Sion wouldn't know a joke if it smacked her in the face]

It has gotten me through more than one life-threatening situation.

Approximately once a month, something in the town will happen. You will know when this is when you see it; most of the occurrences thus far have been extremely obvious. They have also been extremely dangerous. It is more than likely that you will die, or at the very least become grievously injured, but fortunately anyone who does happen to lose their life resurrects the next morning.

After these events are over, you will receive a package in the mail with either a possession or an ability inside.

Unfortunately, you have been paired with a drone. There is also a drone child in the house.

[westerned]

Well ain't that all jus' fine an' dandy.

[[A TIP OF THE HAT. Or. Well. He was going to, but it's not here anymore :'(]]

Was awful nice of ya t'explain all this t'me. I s'pose I oughtta introduce myself t'ya.

[[AND a little bow]]

'm Rufus Townsen. S'lovely t'meet ya.

[blu_hardhat]

Kidnapped? Yep. Sorry t' say it, but welcome t' Mayfield.

[westerned]

[[OH HEY a familiar accent]]

Well, it's awful nice t'hear a voice that sounds like't came from home.

[blu_hardhat]

Same t' you, partner.

You got th' basic rundown'a this here place yet?

[westerned]

Indeed I did.

S'lovely place, save for th'random bad stuff that happens. Or so I've been told.

[wolf_faerie]

What's an operator?

[westerned]

Definitely not you, li'l missus.

An operator's someone who helps y'when you're in trouble. Y'just dial "zero," an' wham-bam-boom! They'll help ya!

[wolf_faerie]

Oh. Well, I'm not one.

As anyone told you about this place?

[westerned]

Yes, m'daughter, Sion. She was awfully helpful.

Everythin's been explained t'me.

[ponypuncher]

More weird English. I'm gettin' too old for this.

[westerned]

[[l-lmfao that was mean but he's laughing anyway]]

"Weird English?" Fella, ev'ryone's talkin' like this back where I'm from. No need t'be mad or nothin'.

1/2

[ponypuncher]

[What. Deciphering.]

[ponypuncher]

I only understood half of what ya said, little one.

[bbsatbyrobots]

[She figures things have probably been explained already, so...]

W-welcome to Mayfield!

[westerned]

Ain't no reason t'be so shy, miss.

Though, I do 'preciate th'warm welcome. I thank y'kindly.

[bbsatbyrobots]

O-Oh! It's nothing, really. I just noticed that...not many people give warm welcomes here, and...and I wanted to start giving some...

[westerned]

That's awful kind of ya. Kindness helps th'world spin more gently for all th'folk'n ev'ry corner of th'world.