It is now morning and ThreeWords is hosting a funeral service for our dead characters.
The service will start when ThreeWords posts his speech about it.
Until then post about whatever you want, whether it be playing cards or going to the church.
Directly following the service I will start the town meeting will begin.
Eyes meandering open, Ruth awoke. Looking to his left, the sun was rising beyond Red Spokes peak and the yonder desert, outside his window. Looking to his right, a small clock ticked patiently away, denoting definitively morning*.
"What a din last night." murmured the man, getting up and stretching. With a prolongated yawn, he stood and got dressed.
A time to tell, if you so wish. It can be left ambiguous, or changed to precision.
Ethan awoke from his dreams, lifting his head from the table, yawning. he slept in his clothes on a barstool, and yet it was the soundest sleep he had in quite some time. he quickly tried roughing out the wrinkles in his shirt, his thoughts turning to Amy. she must know what they were planning too do with Ace's body. he though about it, and decided too head upstairs, knocking on one of the upper floor's doors. "Miss reid? you awake?" he asked quietly.
Jon stood solemnly, staring at the assembled crowd, his eyes flicking from person to person. He cleared his throat and spoke.
"We gather here today to mourn these good men, Ace Schuyler and Father Davis. Both were great men, who played a huge part in the forming of this town. I was not here long enough to see their depths, however I saw in them both a great passion for life. Both aspired to lead the town, and even though they often disagreed they fought for the greater good. Would anyone like to say a few words in their honour, before I begin the final rights?"
As Hope Falls awoke to a new day, Sheriff Drummond struggled to haul himself out of his bed. The reasons for this were numerous and not just limited to the amount of whiskey he'd had the night before. He stared bleary-eyed up at the cracked ceiling knowing the struggle that was going to begin the moment he stepped outside of his office that morning. He'd heard that there was a memorial service happening soon and he felt compelled to pay his respects.
Half an hour later, the Sheriff stood blinking in the morning sun. The town was beginning to stir and there was a general movement towards the church. Drummond walked slowly through the centre of town, before loitering outside the church doors, watching the townsfolk filter in to pay their own respects to the two highly respected men.
"You mean that two people died not even fifty paces from my place of work while I was asleep?!"
"You didn't hear the gunshots?"
Greers took the news standing up, then half falling backwards into the wall of the building which housed his residence, hitting his head on the window frame. He sat down onto the floor, both hands grasping his newly impacted skull, making some sort of groaning noise whilst inhaling through his teeth.
"They're having a service for them at the church."
One hand still holding the back of his head, the other, moved to cover his eyes, Greers began to rise.
"Oh." he said, heavily tainted with pain both externally and internally, but with not much mourning in it in entirety. Greers entered back into the building and came to the church, wearing a dark suit and his top hand, band around the brim removed. A solemn look upon his face was worn, although it was less for the fact of the people who died as he did not know them well, but more for the fact of part of the town ceased to be.
After a nice breakfast at the inn that he had stayed at (A meal he cooked himself) he had decided to do what ever else everyone was doing. A funeral was being held for two people.
Walking into the church with the rest of the townsfolk noone really gave him a secound look. Edwards weapons were both hidden in his coat and as such noone really had a reason to look anyways.
Thinking to himself, "Poor bar man he hated the church and now were holding his funeral here? Kinda Ironic." looking around he saw a few familiar faces from last night.
"I wonder if any of them know a gunsmith around here." He thought fingering his broken clockwork gun.
This starts a little bit before the service, so that I can give context. Yay
Amy sat silent, not heeding Ethan's knocking. She glanced at the old grandfather clock that stood in her room. Nine-thirty.
Ethan's knocking grew more worried, his calls of "Miss? Miss Reid? Amy?" becoming louder. Finally she stood, dressed in her nightgown, and crossed to the door. Opening it wide, she poked Ethan in the chest and said "Mr. Ethan, Mr. Ethan!"
She replied to his puzzled look with a quick "Oh, you great lout. I'll be out in a moment." Closing the door, she carefully dressed and applied (from her quickly diminishing store of) her best makeup. Rosy lips, a mite of blush on her cheeks, and some accents on her eyes, and she was a vision of beauty; even with her hastily sliced hair.
She glanced at the clock as she finished. Nine-fifty-five. Rushing out the doorway, she caught Ethan's arm on the way out and half-dragged him to the door, hastily explaining their rush.
At the ceremony...
As the newly appointed priest stepped from front, Amy took his place quickly. Swooping gracefully in, she placed her hands behind her, and spoke loudly.
"As many of you know, Aczy and I entered this town together. I had wished that we might have left together as well. I worked by and for him for many years, and loved him like a father." She let the phrase hang in the air. "Together, we opened a store, and slaked your thirst and provided you all with a neutral ground to meet and talk.
"Today, he lies dead and I stand breathing; though some would have it otherwise if they had their wish. He had a vision for this town, and some would have it that it die with him." She allowed that phrase to rest in the air as well. "But they shall not. I intend to keep this man alive, his soul at the very least. His vision of this town, his dream of its future. I accept these now as my own. And I shall fight to the death if need be to keep his vision alive where he dies."
Without another word, she stepped down and took her seat aside Ethan, and she spoke no more.
Jon nodded as Amy finneshed. "Good words. I will speak for the Father. He was devoted to the sefty of this town, both by politics, and in the spirit. He carged me with keeping to it, and now, I pledge myself to the cause, in his name. Now, let us pray for their souls."
Jon bowed his head and prayed
I'm gonna have difficulty keepig up, cos I'm gonna be busy for a few days. By all means go ahead with the meeting, but I may take some time to respond.
My suggestion is that we take the pace of this RP down a gear - we've already lost people because of how fast we've been going so far. If 3W is bus (I assume that's busy?) for a few days then we should run the meeting when everyone is ready.
Yes Lucas, I was busy, but luckily I had less to do than I thought and I can post again now =)
Sorry for delaying the meeting guys, and I'm ready when you are!
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