OOC: Ah, good. I was fine about the RPG, just worried that you might get all "No Licence!!"-y and lock the thread in a torrent of abused power. Like with that post I made in the Mork thread.
IC:
Sheamus tumbled off his sparse bed in his inn.
"Mornin' already? Oh Add'damn it."
He staggered t6o his feet and pulled on his clothes, before looking at his clock.
"Looks ab'at time fah the inn ta be open. Early drinkie."
He shuffled out of his bedsit towards the tavern.
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Shaskee sat up from his bed over the Sheriff's Office.
He pulled on his uniform and gear, and briefly admired his cowboy-esque apparel in the mirror. He pulled on his fedora and picked up his satchel before walking downstairs. He saw Whyte Urp and walked over to him, tapping him on the shoulder.
"Morning sir. Nothing to be getting on with yet, I assume?"