Hit-woman...The pay is good I imagine.
I love the suit too! Rule one, always be professional, which includes looking dapper.
Go to the graveside. You can look into the window of Peter's shop as you pass. But it's better to hit the grave before the sun really starts cooking. Then you can stay inside or on the sidewalk later. Consider the source of your corks? What happened to the rest of the bottles?
Melissa: Get over there and START MOURNING LIKE A PROPER DRUNKEN LADY!
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Endless Creativity (insanity)
Wessolf -> I think they are the chaff mail. They have no return addresses, and are otherwise undeliverable. Lost in the system, it would seem.
>Look through letters (with ALL DUE respect and dignity, of course) when you get the chance, then mail what you think is appropriate/deserving of your time and effort.
I drank my Invisible Ghostly Pen of Story Writing and only got two guinea pigs, how are you gonna be out of Chex Mix when I haven't even fallen down the kitchen door because it stings my third tube of narrative context and that's how you win at Mornington Crescent!
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Endless Creativity (insanity)
Recently you and Violet have being going down to the abandoned rails in the deserted part of Dusty Dunes and plucking rails spikes off the ground. I mean, its not like anyone is going to use them anyways! You just fill up a few bags and sell them in Plata Colina for a couple of bucks and BAM you have enough cash to enjoy a night on the town. Pretty ingenious if you do say so yourself!
As for the bag of sand...well its colored sand and you got a ton of it. Once when you were drinking at the saloon you told Peter that you loved pretty colored things...he has been sending you little glass jars with colored sand ever since. They were starting to take up to much room so you told Peter to stop, still though he sends a gift every so often that you need to dispose of discreetly.
Today just happens to be disposal day!
As for the mystery of the corks and the missing bottles? We may never know what happened... *Hic*
Oh! Well through your astute deduction, that sleeping old man with a shovel in his hand must be where we should go. Still, there is a lot of stones up here, a lot of people died during the building of the old railway, and the fights were bloody from people squabbling when Plata Colina got the goverment contract to have a rail-way run through there town instead.
Those were bad times...standing here only reminds you of the shit Dusty Dunes is in.
Melissa -> Observe the broken tombstone -> Surely Dusty Dunes isn't old enough for its memorials to be breaking down naturally. Who has vandalized these plots?
Speak to the old groundskeeper. He shouldn't be sleeping outside in the sun anyway. It's unhealthy. Besides, Graveyards are known to have ghosts, and it's not right to stay in one longer than necessary.
>Check that big fancy-looking memorial in the far off center of the graveyard!
>Make sure the grave digger isn't secretly a time-traveling Albert Einstein before you wake him.
You know, it looks like the gravedigger is standing next to a fresh grave (disturbed dirt), but the Coffin is Still in the Wagon!
So, either there was more than 1 death, or the Sheriff is being buried in an existing plot, which I suppose is odd?
Certainly no chance of Sheriff Zombie rising in defense of the town. No sir. No chance of that.
As always, Eversor, I'm totally psyched for your update. Aww. Too bad about that tombstone. I'm sad now.