03.2023 | WELCOME BACK! Hello friends old and new! I'm so excited to welcome you all back to SITW! I've made some changes to the plot and added the ability to play supernatural charcaters! So come and check it out! I can't wait to jump back into this little town with all of you!
A strange history surrounds the town, it is a place where mysterious and supernatural things have been known to happen. The reputation of the town reguarly draws in visitors and newcomers alike. While some residents avidly believe in the supernatural, others are far more skeptical. What do you believe?
The fire chief always felt on edge in police stations. He'd spent his fair share of nights sobering up in a cell when he was younger. It was one of the things that convinced him to learn a better method of keeping his cool, be that temper or anxiety. But his present attitude was more akin to defensiveness. The atmosphere of Sweetwater, being such a small closeknit community, was different than the police and firefighter (sometimes good natured) rivalry he was used to. Not to say he was used to things here either. This fact was especially poignant after his most recent hike.
Ferris simply walked from the fire house to the sheriff's station, having barely pulled on his flannel jacket over a white T-shirt and faded jeans by the time he reached the police station. He knocked on the front door and then let himself into the main office. "Morning, Miss May," he greeted the woman at the desk in his usual tone. Despite it being ten till nine and well into the morning, the fire chief's voice had a gruff timbre to it, betraying how little he spoke some mornings. "The sheriff in? I've a report to hand over. On the car accident yesterday." He said, shoving one hand in his pocket, the other holding a slim file folder.
One of the kids had backed their parents' car into the newspaper bin on the side of the fire station and then in their panic drove into the telephone post in front of them. The post was fine, but the car and the kid's collarbone weren't so lucky. Since his team had been first on scene and moved the car, he wanted to turn over the report and photos. For insurance purposes mostly. But also, to ensure open communication between all branches of safety in town. While this was technically a work function, it was the best way Ferris knew how to be a good neighbor. He really needed to work on his social life.
Post by Waylon Sanders on Nov 27, 2023 2:42:41 GMT
Waylon was in his office, his door half cocked open, working on reports and budgets for his station. It was boring work but nothing much exciting happened these days in his little town. His attention was first drawn to the inquiry of his presence, the Fire chief Ferris Felwinter, they had crossed paths more so professionally than as "friends" and not that Waylon didn't like the man neither had ever extended the branch of buddies.
Hearing his desk clerk flirting Waylon finally called out, "Come on in Hoss close the door! For the love of all things holy save yourself," Miss May just cackled hollering back at Waylon, "You know you're the only one I need Sheriff, go on in Chief," she winked playfully at Ferris indicating he could enter.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Nov 27, 2023 3:24:47 GMT
Ferris nodded appreciatively to Miss May, smiling awkwardly at the conversation the two had over his head. He didn't mind being flirted with a little, but he did appreciate the escape. He pushed open the door and then closed it as instructed.
The papers on the man's desk gave him flashbacks to his own desk, though Sanders' office was a good deal more lived in and functional and decorated than his own. Ferris had his own share of boring work in town, but to be perfectly honest, he preferred those days. Not because they were easy (reports and building maintenance and wrangling adult children was far from easy) but it meant that everyone in town was safe. It was a good day when their services weren't needed. But the fires made that a different story these days, so the fire chief would take what down time he could. "Mornin' Sheriff. Sorry to add to your pile," Ferris said, sincerely, though it wasn't the first time their departments shared paperwork. He fumbled in his pocket. "Got it on a flash drive if you'd rather save the desk space." Which might have been a joke, considering the lack of desk he could see currently.
Sheriff Sanders had the appearance of a man who had weathered a lot of seasons and still come out on top. He looked good for fifty, sturdy and capable and with that local dialect that was all exactly what one expected and wanted out of a smalltown sheriff. He was a reassuring sort to be around. "Mind if I sit?"
Post by Waylon Sanders on Dec 2, 2023 21:06:18 GMT
"oh yeah of course," Waylon gestured to the only chair that didn't have paperwork or a box of paperwork, "and nice, it will definitely save," he paused to survey the large amounts of paperwork and documents, "Me some sanity, it has a system," Waylon chuckled, "Thanks though, want any coffee or a breakfast sandwich? Unless you're in a rush to be attacked by Miss May and work," Waylon sat his pen down picking up another type of pen which he took a hit of, "I stopped smoking cigarettes and picked up this vaping habit," Waylon casually explained even though that "vape" was a weed pen.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Dec 3, 2023 4:39:08 GMT
Ferris' office only looked marginally better, and that was more due to him having less reports to deal with than the police did on a day-to-day basis. He settled into the open chair, fishing in his pocket for the flash drive and handing that over. If it barely made an impact, it at least saved him the job of physically filing it. He chuckled. "Can't say I am. A coffee sounds splendid," he admitted.
"Never could shake smoking myself," Ferris admitted. "Tried a few times." the irony wasn't lost on him that of all the bad habits the Fire Chief had, it was smoking. Ferris had tried vaping but maintaining the vape pen was annoying and after losing it, he gave up. Weed and anything else didn't give him the hit he needed either, though he had dabbled a few times, enough to know that he enjoyed it. His job here didn't allow him the flexibility of getting high. But he knew the scent when he smelled it.