BOOTHILL

[situationship]

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W0 : MONDAY

[situationship]

[ he is following boothill... that is how this starts. ]

[shirtbag]

[ DURING WEEK 0? MONDAY? WHEN THEY'RE ALL ON EDGE ALREADY?

he stops wherever he's standing, which is somewhere near the swamp.

rolls his fingers near the revolver at his hip. ]

Best come out now, ya little forker. I ain't in the mood ta' play.

[situationship]

[ He isn't even hiding and Boothill can find him out in the open when he turns. ]

Like a real cowboy...

[ In awe. ]

[shirtbag]

[ eyebrows go up ]

I ain't "like" nothin'. Where do you get off, followin' a muddle-fudger like you did? Wonderin' what lead tastes like?

[situationship]

[ Raises a hand like he's a student in a classroom. ]

I'm a minor and I was just curious because I've never seen or met a cyberpunk cowboy before.

[shirtbag]

You're a... minor?

[ DID HE ASK ]

Holy forkeroni. What're they feedin' you kids?

[situationship]

In my last year of tech school! [ BOOTHILL DID NOT ASK. Pulling the "I'm still a teenager" card normally does not work for him, but he will try here. Everyone's been weirdly nice. ] Not sure. My peers are shorter than me.

Still going to shoot me?

[shirtbag]

Not without reason, I won't. Best not give me one.

[situationship]

There's kind of no reason to make enemies right now, so I'm not looking to do that.

[ At least on purpose. ]

Just out on patrol?

[shirtbag]

Can't agree with ya more.

[ smiles with all of his shark teeth. ]

Guess y'could say I'm out here huntin' horses.

[situationship]

[ ... ]

Like. The ones that are missing from the barn?

[shirtbag]

The very ones. You been in there these past few days? I hear 'em clompin' around every now'n then. Can't find the forkin' things anywhere.

week 0, friday, bulletin board

[shirtbag]

[ boothill is at the bulletin board! he's torn down copies of the new posters on the bulletin board, his eyes ping ponging between both of them in utter distress. gojo is somewhere nearby, i've decided, maybe even looking at these posters too.

boothill lifts his head and locks eyes with him. he lifts the posters up towards him, obviously distressed. ]

What do they say?

[situationship]

[ yes, he's here to see the posters! then it's their favorite gap moe cowboy...

Well!!! He will read for him. ]

"Rest in peace." "Aventurine, his luck ran out." This other one says "Died as he lived: traitorously." They're both designed like movie posters, titled "Eyes Without a Face" for Aventurine and "Friday the 14th" for Death.

To summarize, these imply that the two are dead.

[shirtbag]

[ boothill looks like he's taken a sudden blow to the head. he looks between the two of them again—and he's not paying attention to gojo's total ambivalence. not yet. ]

Both of 'em...? [ his fists tighten. his teeth grit. ] What the fork is goin' on in this muddle-fudgin' shirthole?

[situationship]

Two! [ A double tutorial! ] Sacrificial ritual must be kicking up... Not sure what I expected when it came to the process.

The posters are kind of tacky.

[ Disrespectful!!! Also cringe! ]

[shirtbag]

[ he whips his head around to look at gojo, something like confusion and disgust on his robot-face. ]

Two people up 'n died right in front'a you, 'n you're here mouthin' off 'bout forkin' movie posters. Or maybe you don't think this situation's serious enough for ya'?

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[ He raises his eyebrows. ]

Me being sad and mopey isn't going to help the situation, which has been bad news from the very start. Movie posters being pointed and themed is not a good sign?

[ Logical. ]

It all seems intentional.

W0 : SATURDAY

[situationship]

[ FOG LIFTS UP barrier still there ]

Yoooo. You doing all right, cyborg cowboy?

[shirtbag]

[ boothill looks. insane! and he is behind the barrier hello. he's standing up, but those tentacles are gone. all that's left is his pointy stepford smile and the raging, red glow of his pupil. his voice sounds deep and cybernetic. ]

Evenin', there. Sure am gettin' a lotta visitors. Y'all're makin' me blush.

[situationship]

Well, you did put on a show earlier at the pyre! It'd make sense people want to visit you and check up on you since we're going through the whole ritual thing.

[ You can stay insane. ]

Up for answering questions? Is this the monday moooonsterrrr? What's your name?

[shirtbag]

Y'all just ain't gettin' it.

[ he spreads his arms and shakes his head. ]

The name's Boot-hill. Galaxy Ranger Boothill. Outlaw. Wanted by the Interastral Peace Corporation for incitin' riots, explodin' weapon factories, and assaultin' military personnel.

[situationship]

Weird to have a title like Galaxy Ranger, but be wanted by an organization called the Interastral Peace Corporation.

[ my boothill......... ]

So you're going to say all of this is Hill of the Boot's choice? I feel kind of bad if you did this all in a craze... You seem like a good guy.

[shirtbag]

[ 🥺

he laughs. ]

Come on. You don't think all corporations what call themselves "peace-huntin'" are doing anythin' but makin' a profit for themselves? All'a them money-grubbin' sons a nice ladies drainin' planets dry to fill their own cups. Who wouldn't want every last one of 'em dead as doornails? What's better'n makin' them all pay by yer own hand?

[situationship]

[ he will listen, even if this seems like a spiral of some kind. ]

Nope! Corruption is kind of everywhere. [ LIKE IN FRONT OF HIM. ] It sounds like they took from you... And while I usually don't care to listen to another guy's problems, I'm trying to get better at that, sooo! Let it all out!