Luministi

[It's a nice and normal day in Luministi, and that's definitely the case in the Sheriff's office. Today is yet another training day for Deputy Washington and his deputies-in-training. Currently, he's standing in front of a map of the town, his gray suit pressed and dry-cleaned, his yellow tie knotted snugly in place. He's very much a man who has a neat and clean appearance, though his hair could use a trim. He's been remiss, whatwith the festival preparations and security needed during that time. Thankfully, he didn't need his riot gear (re: armor), so that's stowed away safely in a closet.]

All right, all right, settle down. Now, we were pretty lucky things went as smooth as they did during the festival. There were a couple years where we weren't so fortunate. Need I remind you what our very own Sagan Natsuo did? [He pauses for silence, not expecting an answer. Everyone remembers that incident.] No? I thought so.

Anyway, I thought we'd start today with a practical kind of exercise, so I hope you've worn comfortable shoes. We're going to be on our feet for the rest of the day.

Does anyone have any questions? If not, we'll get right to the training exercise.


[ooc: Okay deputies-in training, this post is for you! And yes...this man is a de-helmeted Wash. Take it in now since...it won't likely happen again for the rest of the game.]

[on his way back to the spacestation, the big windmill slowly churning just behind the mansion, something lying on the ground catches Washington's attention. normally, he would have ignored such a thing--after all, paper hadn't been used in the production of newspapers and the like for centuries back where and when he's from--if it weren't for a single word printed in bold lettering.]

"UNSC"? What is--[he falls silent when the paper unfolds as he picks it up, revealing the full headline.]...oh.

[many thoughts swim through his head as he reads the front article, and then again, disbelieving what he's read. the more he reads of it, the less happy he becomes for several reasons. most of all, he wants to know how anyone could possibly know.]

[after tucking the questionable newspaper under his arm, Wash switches on his CAT]

Could someone meet me outside the Mayor's home? I need...[trails off for a second, considering his words]...something verified.

[and on that slightly ominous note, he shuts his CAT off]

[a man in steel and yellow body armor steps out of the town hall followed immediately by Sheriff Iussus.] Yes, thank you clearing that all up for us, Sheriff. I can completely understand why someone would panic when an armed man walks into an office with an innocent question--even though said weapon was nowhere near his hands. This kind of thing happens all the time. [only not at all, but he doesn't say that out loud.]

[the sheriff simply smiles, though the sarcasm in Washington's voice definitely isn't lost on him, and he holds his hand out. Wash obliges, giving the hand a single shake before releasing it and he remains where he is while the sheriff walks away.]

Well. [sighs] That was a total waste of time. [and so was his use of his helmet's long-range radio earlier, for that matter. grumbling softly, he starts to walk into the square in search of someone who can be more useful to him, all the while mindful of his motion tracker though no one seems to be setting up to ambush or attack him just from the general patterns of their movements. nevertheless, his hand casually reaches down to triple-check that his sidearm is still there--and it is; and he knows his rifle is still on his back--but just then, he starts to hear what sounds like whistling. it's faint at first, so he doesn't pay it any attention.]

[until the music suddenly crescendos with a full orchestra and surprises the hell out of him]

What the--?! [he immediately whirls around, but sees no one behind him. at least, no one who's whistling or bearing an instrument, anyway. and still the music continues.] This town is getting stranger by the minute. Where the hell is that music coming from?!