The Savant

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

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Upon hearing the words he was determining if she was being silly by calling him a spaceman in reference to Doctor Who or if she was calling him spaceman because he was no native to Sanctuary, Colorado, or the United States. It seemed to be a fifty-fifty reaction from the small people of Sanctuary if he was welcomed or not. Offering a polite smile as he threw another ball. “If a patient's friend runs into the operating room and yells at you, you have to stop. It's the Doctor's Code,” Archer teasingly said to test the waters on references towards the T.V. series as he stopped throwing the ball and put his attention on the red-headed woman.

His eyes found themselves on the ping pong ball, “It looks like you found yourself a free throw. You can throw a few more if you want. I don’t need a whole pitcher to myself,” offering for her to throw a few. He did not mind at all. There was about a seventy-five percent chance that the man was going to give the fish he won to some random kid. He was only playing the game because he enjoyed it and it reminded him of his childhood when his grandmother would take them to a local festival in Scotland except they had a few different things. You could win a lizard, a variety of easy freshwater fish, or a frog.

Hearing how two different fish could be so different to take care of, he glanced over to the fish bowls which a few had one kind of fish and a few had the other. Some had water. Some were empty. Chuckling at Bertie the Beta comment from her, “I can promise you that I would not get distracted about a fish, it would be horrendous if I did,” Laughing lightly with his own words because he could not imagine. Getting distracted by a fish in the middle of a trauma. That would be horrible for everyone involved. Disastrous.

Deciding that he could continue throwing, he grabbed one while he stepped over so the woman could grab at the ping pong balls comfortably as well. Tossing another one and he clearly tried listening to the woman. The ball went right into one that had a fish but popped out because he put too much force into it. “What is your name beta fish girl?” Teasing her about the fact that she seemed to lean towards the beta fish in conversation. The man has seen her around, she was pretty hard to miss with that vibrant red hair. He has never interacted with her or at least he couldn't remember if they had. Sometimes memories that included work were a blur on stressful days.

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Location Festival, Fish Game
Time Start of Festival, around 2 PM
Mood Curious
Interaction @Almalthia

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

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“What a mildly pleasant day it is in Sanctuary,” strolling down the street while he admired the buildings of the town. They were all decorated for the 15th festival or at least all the ones in walking range of where the festival was being held. Almost missing it, he corrected his path around a roadblock. He has officially entered the festival and there were quite a few people. Naturally, he gazed around his environment and noticed little tweaks and fidgety behaviors that ran around the crowd.

Entering the swarm of people the doctor realized that some people needed more help than others with the conversations he could overhear. “Oh my…” Was his reaction to a certain conversation he heard a few older people having in the crowd? Lifting himself up on his tippy toes to see the individuals that the voices and conversations belonged to. AH! He thought as everything made sense. Luana Summers, an older lady has been coming to him for the past ten years since her husband died.

The man decided to proceed into a conversation with the lovely group of women. Complimenting their summer and festival dresses. As he was a charming man and they were quite charming women themselves, the conversation flowed like a river between them. Luan gave the man a kiss on the cheek upon greeting him like she usually did. The typical reaction of him presenting a friendly smile with a light blush. The woman introduced her friends, this was a handful of times that he has been introduced to them. She commented about his wonderful work as a therapist. “You flatter me! I am glad that you are feeling better compared to last week. I hope it continues,” He gently gave a squeeze to her shoulder before departing from the conversation and in the departure, they said their farewells and offered fortune in enjoying the festival.

“What lovely women,” Doctor Fitkau mumbled to himself as he began to scan around the bend more. The games were laid out for everyone. The food stands. The whole presence of laughter and dopamine. What great fun! He couldn’t help that his smile grew and his cheeks turned jolly with a warming expression under that unique mustache of his.

Bumping into someone who was smaller than him, his expression lightened right away as he looked down to see a child who looked startled. “My apologies. Did I harm you in any way young sir?” He questioned as the child held the stick that had the lollipop which was in the child’s mouth. “That is quite fortunate of me, I guess Miss Luana has lucky farewells after all. Where are your parents?” The older man questioned since he realized the child was not holding onto anyone and no one around the child looked like they were trying to grasp them either. The child was awfully too young to be left alone in such a crowd.

The child shrugged as they kept enjoying their lollipop, “Let’s do this! Upsadaisy!” The older man picked up the child that looked to be around five and placed them onto his shoulders. “Now can you point out if you see your parents?” The child looked around quickly as he pointed in a direction. “Mama’s over there!” That was a quick fix.

As he adventures over to where the child said they spotted the mother, her face looked with many different emotions. She seemed to have anger, sadness, worry, stress, and relief being the last. “I’m so sorry! Anthony, you are not supposed to run off! I told you to hold onto me, I’m so sorry if he bothered you,” She could only feel the need to apologize and Fitkau chuckled at the reaction for the child was no bother. As he brought the kid from his shoulders and handed him over to his mother, Anthony was safe and sound.

“I can assure you, he is no bother at all and I am glad we were able to find you so quickly, you might want to have a talk with him later,” Fitkau smiled at the child who seemed to smile back before becoming shy and hiding in the frills of their mother's dress. “Thank you. I appreciate it a lot and I can tell you, I will. Won’t we?” The mother seemed serious as she got her son’s attention and the little boy nodded. Fitkau gave his farewells to the duo before wandering around the festival even more than he had done.

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Location Festival
Time Afternoon, Festival time

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

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Noticing that someone else was approaching, a familiar face, and it was his noon-coffee buddy, Talie. Offering a faint and warm smile. He was familiar with this individual and he found himself being relaxed around her in a similar way he was able to relax around Nixie and his coworkers. People that he knew allowed him to give off a better vibe than the one that he expressed when interacting with Jewel. That was embarrassing.

Before the man could reach down and appreciate the offered donut, he was dunked and as he threw shade to the man and climbed back onto the seat. He was able to give Talie the attention she deserved, “Aah didn't git ya wet did aah?,” That faint and warm smile stayed on his face when it came to Talie as he slowly ignored the man who threw the softball and hit the target.

He really appreciated the offer of donuts. The realization kicked in that the man did not eat anything and hadn’t had one thing today. It was after two and he was starving himself. You cannot keep doing this… was the thought that crossed his mind. Those words were stated about a week ago by Nixie herself. He needed to remember them and actually force himself to eat but some days he couldn’t. It was getting harder and harder for some reason.

The statement proceeded through his head even more. The one about deformed Smurfs and he began to laugh at the thought. A smile that showed his pearly whites appearing. He never thought of that carnival game in such a way but he was not going to unsee it. “They do look lak deformed Smurfs, don’t they?” Mainly speaking to himself as this realization hit him. Chuckling some more at the thought. How funny is that? He was going to play that game later and that would pop into his head.

“Once aah'm off this forsaken seat, aah will try to win ya a bear 'n aah will have a donut. How about that? Aah'll put myself to shame if aah don't 'n it's a shootin' game,” That seemed like a fair deal. He couldn’t eat when people were throwing balls at the target and hitting. Tommy did not want to have to let all the water out of the dunk tank, clean it, and refill it because of a donut accident.

Stroking a handful of fingers through his hair again. He had to stay in this tank for at least thirty minutes, he promised his officers that he would do so. Maybe he would get back in it later?

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Location Sitting in the dunk tank at the police department booth
Time Festival Time
Mood Happy
Interactions @PrinceAlexus

Escape from the Prison Mine

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The man had no idea what he was doing or he at least felt like he had no idea after putting on the face he needed to pretend that he was a guard. Guiding the others along as he was making his way to the guard house. Repetitively reminding himself that he needed to take Titus to Vito. Vito was the person he needed to find. They needed to get to Vito who was at the guard house. It felt like there was pressure on his chest though he ignored it for the sake of everyone involved.

Walking through the hallway, it felt like forever before he passed what he thought was another guard though it was a decoration and a small monument to a guard who passed years ago. It made him jump when he saw the skeleton underneath the beaten clothing. That’s fucking terrifying!!! Why do they have that!??! Kristo was screaming internally while giving Titus an awkward look before reforming his face. Putting his expression back to that stoic one. Inhaling sharply as he did so to calm his heart rate down.

As he moved through the hallways, they seemed emptier than usual. He always felt like there were tons of guards and prisoners always out and about. It must be a party. There was barely any noise compared to what there usually was. Without realizing it at first, there was an actual guard coming up. They were standing there at the end of the hall and that must be the guard house. Where they were.

Woohoo! He has made it to the guard house. Wait. Not yet. Stop partying Kristo. Cursing himself internally as he walked up to the guard and nodded. Going to go through the opening that had no doors towards what looked to be the guard house. The guard stopped him with a spear and Kristo looked the other guard into the eyes. “Is there a problem?” The man stayed confident in this scenario and the guard decided to reply with a, “I didn’t think anyone was supposed to be here around this time,”

Sighing in disbelief, Kristo rolled his eyes, “I was told before the party began without me that I was supposed to bring this specific prisoner to Vito. They didn’t tell me anything other than that. Do you think I want to be here?” Kristo was trying to distract the guard for someone else to help him out but he felt like he was going to have to knock the man out himself. He could do this. He could do this. You can do this Kristo.

“I would rather be at the party and you probably want to be at the party too, eh? We must be the ones they don’t like. Sucks doesn’t it? How was he going to go through knocking this man out? This sucked. He hated this. Why did he agree to this plan?

He agreed to the plan because of the faint hope of being able to get out of this place. He needed to think of something if they were all going to get out of there. The guard chuckled at the comment, “I guess so… it does suck man. I hate being put on duty when everyone else is just hanging out and drinking,” Kristo was a bard nonetheless. His charisma was high and his influence was usually great. It was great before entering prison.

“Why don’t you join them? Nothing important is going to happen in the time you sneak off to join the party. Once I am done with this pathetic soul, I will come to join you. We will have a few drinks and some fun,” Kristo nudged the other guard. They began to laugh and chat for a minute before the other guard walked away and disappeared down another corridor and turned the corner. He was gone. Yes! I still have it! Kristo smirked at this. It was almost like he had some control over the individual.

Then he brought Titus through the doors and right up to the guard house, whispering, “Time to go in…” Kristo opened up the guard house and surprisingly the vibe was nice. Barely anyone seemed to glance towards him and Titus. Everyone was distracted between their individualistic groups, chatting with others, telling jokes, and getting drunk of their asses.

This is like a casual night at the bar! Kristo began to walk Titus along more out of the way and in the shadows than anything. Not thinking it wise to move through the major parts of the crowd as he guided the man to Vito. Trying his best to spot the man and realizing that he didn't have any idea where Vito was or what he looked like. Ah... this sucked.

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Interactions @Saiyan
Mentions/Acknowledgements NPC guard
Current State Reliefed

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

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After leaving the Cozy Bear Cafe, the Russian man glanced up at the sign to remember the name. He enjoyed his short time in the building even if it did not appear that way. Walking down the street, he passed the empty sitting park. Only escaping conversation with the doctor by a few minutes as he continued to walk. The man knew that the festival was not starting till afternoon but he decided to walk through the whole thing anyways. Checking out the setup process and what everyone was doing.

Two children bumped into him, literally, as the one fell off their bike and Moxi’s brows knitted together as he looked at the child. The child looked terrified of the unknown man. “I-I I’m sor —” The kid seemed to be tripping over their words as they didn’t know how to apologize to the Russian.

Somewhat interrupting the child, “Do you trrruly mean zat apology? If not. Stop talking,” This caused an awkward interaction to happen between him and the two children. They stared at each other for what felt like forever. Why are these children not around their parents? Glancing around to see if there might be people staring at them. Some indication of parents being by. Nothing. Nothing at all. Biting the inside of his cheek as he looked back to the child who was picking up their bike.

“Vatch out next time. Yeah? People don't like being bumped in knee,” The man stated as he took a drink of his tea. The child nodded their head before jumping on their bike and riding away with a yes sir. Moxi knew he had to try to be nice to the people of Sanctuary for multiple reasons even if he felt like he didn’t belong.

Deciding to walk back to his condo the man found himself relaxing on the balcony like always. Enjoying the fresh air mixed with a cancer stick as he pulled smoke out. Smoking to smoke. A bad habit. Probably one of his better behaviors overall, sad to say.

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The festival began to start and he decided that he would walk back down to downtown, so he could check it out. The Russian man found himself quickly in a crowd of people. Being slightly shoved as everyone was excited and it was an uncomfortable stance to be in. Puffing on another cigarillo.

As someone bumped into him, he leached forward and groaned with displeasure as he decided that was enough and he flicked the ending part of the cigarillo to the ground and put it out under the tip of his foot. Under those shiny dress shoes that he wore. He decided that it was too busy to attempt to smoke and he swore that he already saw a sign that said no smoking area, probably put up by that idiot sheriff.

Talking about the idiot, Moxi found himself about thirty feet away with people passing in the crowd. He could tell that the sheriff was processing something while that familiar face from the cafe began to talk to the other man. One seemed way more excited in this interaction than the other. Pathetic… was what crossed his mind as he got bored and decided to move on with his life.

A few steps were taken before he almost ran into someone and tensed up. For someone who was in the business of the illegal world and being so social and calm in those aggressive and threatening situations — Moxi was anything but internally calm inside amongst the group of townsfolk.
The man moved around the person he almost ran into without saying a word and continued to travel around the festival as he got to an outskirt. An edge that he felt comfortable in and did not appear to be busy which was by one of the alleyways in between the buildings. He watched as the crowd moved and swayed in between games and booths. Everyone looked happy in some way shape or form. People were laughing. He felt like the odd one out. He knew no one and he wasn’t the opening-up type.

It reminded him of the schoolyard in Russia when his parents moved him from public school, away from all his friends, into a private school. Then his parents decided to send him away. Boarding school… It brought similar emotions and did that mean he cared to be recognized slightly in the eyes of these people? It must. Moxi knew he was going to be here for a long time, most likely. He should get comfortable while he is here and get some kind of fun out of it.

He noticed the game that was about forty feet in front of him. Two people were on each side. Each of them was taking turns throwing a hacky-sack type of thing. They had different colors and they seemed to be aiming for the hole in the middle of the board. A part of him wanted to play it. Then he realized he didn’t even know what the name of it was. The point system. And he most likely needed a partner. “I need another…” Was his reaction to his thoughts as he pulled out another cigarillo and began to drag on it after the initial light. The Russian man only smoked when he was stressed and sometimes casually, so he was stressed because of socializing at this festival. It felt stressful even though he was standing there doing nothing.

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Location Near the cornhole game
Time Festival
Mood Stressed
Interactions None

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

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At first, he did not hear the swearing man and kept to his own thoughts as he looked at the ice bobbing up and down in the water below. It was something that distracted him for the time being. Distracting till he heard a louder noise that sounded like a forced laugh at first and it caught his eyes. A familiar face. A familiar face… It felt like a semi-truck hit the man full force right in the chest. An uneasy feeling altogether. There was a fine line between wanting to hug the man and punching him.

Then he felt sick to his stomach when the thought came to his mind, Nixie… and for some reason, he looked around the festival quickly to see if he could spot the red-headed woman. She was nowhere in sight for the moment and his eyes went back to Levi’s face.

Watching as the man approached and stood up in line to throw the softballs. It might not have been obvious but Tommy was purposefully trying not to look at Levi for the first part of realizing that he was approaching. Then he had to. He wasn’t going to leave. Why did he want him to leave? He didn’t. Did he? His heart was beating so quickly in his chest, he felt like the organ was playing his ribs like a piano. Frozen in thought while his eyes scanned up to Levi’s and locked on. All of this emotion and Tommy was not projecting any of it. A stoic expression.

Hey there, old friend.

Those words stung when he remembered how Levi never returned any of his calls, text messages, or emails the whole time he was gone. His brows furrowed and he stayed quiet while letting that mischievous tone ring in his ears.

Remember me?

This caused him to panic internally. Remember me? Those words stung in so many different ways he didn’t know which mental and emotional location to lock onto. Thomas remembered all the good days and all the bad times within seconds. Every time he and Levi got in trouble together or did something stupid. When they were climbing trees and playing tree wars Tommy fell and broke his arm and Levi ran to get help. Every time they got caught skinny dipping. Talked to by the police. Got into fights in school with other kids. Everything.

Everything was flooding back in and then he remembered Nixie. All those memories. Each time he stayed up late with her on or off the phone. Each tear she shed for the man in front of him. How her face would get red and her eyes would be puffy. How she would pour everything out on the issues they were having and how they affected her. How Levi thought his behavior was nice and kind.
Every good memory with Levi had a corresponding one that was bad in Tommy’s eyes. A part of his chest stung while he thought about how upset Nixie would get over their mutual friend. His best friend. He wasn’t sure if he was happy to see him or not. His hand began to shake a little and he hid the shakiness with his other. Holding onto himself as he was trying to cope with all these emotions at once.

“Aah…” Was the only thing that Tommy could get out of his lips before he felt the shock of ice water. Gasping from the initial shock his body went completely under and everything became soaked with the hose water on his body. For a second, he didn’t force himself up right away like the average person would since he felt like he needed to cool off and not be seen by Levi. He wanted to hide for some reason. Then he stood up and the ice water was up to his lower chest. Hearing how the water moved and the ice clashed together and against the metal tank. Oh god…

This was a shock. Physically, mentally, and emotionally, and he could only pray that the man wouldn’t be back in town leading on Nixie. Stroking a handful of fingers through his hair as he reset the dunk tank. “Aah didn't reckon ya would ever come back to town,” Thomas climbed back up onto the seat and looked over to his old friend with a warmer smile than he thought he could offer. He was happy. He was. It…

It…

What was it…

“Aah thought ya were too cool for us after ya left,” Referencing how the man never tried to keep in contact. It was disappointing. He wished they did. If they did, he probably wouldn’t have gotten so close to Nixie and so protective, especially with all those memories. The only thing that he truly knew was that he didn’t know if he could handle seeing Nixie cry over Levi again.

What was it one might ask? Thomas Fischer wasn’t the pushover he was when he was a kid. He already felt a small fire inside at the thought of Levi playing with the heartstrings of Nixie’s like a harp without any care. He was somewhat angry about the past. I hope he has changed…

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Location Sitting in the dunk tank at the police department booth
Time Festival Time
Mood Mixed feelings
Interactions @The Muse

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

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As the festival began and people started to fill the streets where all the rides, games, and booths were set up. The doctor decided to stand up with the little amount of coffee he still had in his styrofoam cup. Gulping down the last of it before throwing it into the bin and walking away from the soothing sitting park. Making his way into the crowd of people, Archer already found himself in conversation. People were curious about why he chose to work in a little town like Sanctuary. The individuals he was talking to at the moment referred to him as a city doc.

Only being able to lightly laugh at the comments or references they used to refer to him. He definitely was known as a city boy with a big house and a big job in this town. Always being the humble individual he is or at least how he is in public, Archer thanked them for their feedback and was able to walk away from the conversations in an attempt to enjoy the festival that was around him.

Already spotting a handful of families and a ton of other people while walking around. He was scooping to see what Sanctuary had for population-wise, especially individuals who would come out for things. This was a way smaller area than Charlotte, North Carolina. Charlotte was the place that he lived and studied in during his bachelor's degree before transferring up to the northern area of the U.S. and grabbing an internship while working on his master's in Baltimore Maryland. The man found him working on his doctorate in a teaching hospital where he was working under another trauma surgeon and also teaching interns himself.

Someone approached him and he began talking to them. They were curious as to why he moved to Sanctuary and this individual did not have the best intentions while speaking with the doctor. A comment that showed that not everyone in the town was welcoming to new people but he barely had to try to keep that smile on his face. A warm and welcoming tone stayed consistent throughout the whole conversation even if it seemed to piss the individual off. Once the conversation was going to an end, the individual left Archer with a, “You should’ve stayed where you came from,” comment, and Archer nodded his head in response. Telling the man to have a good day and maybe he would see him again.

Turning on his heel, he sighed, since he knew there were going to be quite a few people that had that man’s mentality. The mentality of not trusting doctors or people from large cities. He added quite a bit onto Archer’s plate of thought for he needed to be careful with some of the townsfolk. They seemed to be on edge when speaking with him and that guy was probably the worst yet. The man wasn’t anything compared to what he had to deal with in the bigger cities.

During his first few weeks in his internship in Baltimore, he found himself in a lockdown situation and he had to help police find an active shooter in the hospital. An active shooter then came in for medical help and quote on quote, did not like what the so-called professionals were trying to do. Those so-called professions were Archer and two others, they were doing their best, but he came to a place of help and really didn’t want help at all. The man had some mental issues and one of the nervous people who was a very religious individual from South America stated the man had “demons” in him. Archer was somewhat of a religious man himself even if he wasn’t open about it or in practice, his grandmother was a god-fearing woman who went to church every Sunday to praise the lord. She was Christian and she loved the religion so much. Bringing her grandchildren along each and every time. It was pleasant memories in the church and listening to the music. It reminded him of his grandmother a bit, she would have probably said the same thing.

Archer has been stabbed by mentally ill patients in the ER before. Harassed. Attacked. The list could go on and on with the things that he could tell about his past in North Carolina, Maryland, and New York City. There were a few times that he had to physically restrain patients and one time he clocked a guy to knock him out. It was not the best way and he was written up for the ordeal though if his overseer actually was doing their job properly, Archer would not have had to take physical means as a solution.

The doctor has a few scars from working in the trauma center though it doesn’t make him shy away or any more nervous than he naturally was which isn’t much at all. A mother walked up to him and began to explain that she has an appointment on Friday in the afternoon. How her son and daughter are excited to finally go to the doctors for one of the first times in their lives and her son was looking around eight and the daughter about five or six. Archer couldn’t help the bits of concern that blew through his gentle look since he had so many questions. Were they vaccinated? Did they survive chicken pox? How have they not really been to the hospital before? A general check up annually? All these thoughts process through his brain within seconds and he sighed in a more content way while showing a warmer smile. Telling her that he will try his best to make their experience a good one. Once he goes back to the hospital tonight, he would check to see what they have for children. If they didn’t have much, he would go out and buy children-based bandaids. The ones with princesses and cartoons all over them. Maybe a bag of lollipops and small toys from the dollar store or something. Something that kids would enjoy.

Leaving that conversation, he was looking at all the rides and everything else, and he couldn’t help but notice how a certain individual looked on the dunk tank. He wasn’t going to dunk the sheriff, but he internally wished that man good luck as he passed. Going over to another game. A fish game. Archer was watching everyone participate and deciding if he wanted to participate as well.

Deciding that he needed another drink in his hand first. The man went over to one of the food trucks and ordered a freshly squeezed lemonade that had watermelon in it as well. It tasted amazing and he paid the worker and thanked them. Going back over to the fish game and deciding if he really wanted a pet fish or not. A fish wasn’t a bad pet to have and would keep the man a little bit of company in his large house. A large house that felt extremely empty because it was.

Then he went on to pay for a pitcher of balls and he began to play the game.

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Location Festival, Fish Game
Time Start of Festival, around 2 PM
Mood Curious
Interaction Random townsfolk who are curious in him

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

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Looking down at his watch, he sighed. Two o’clock rang out to him as a sour candy tingling in your mouth. Dryness was behind his lips as he gathered the items that he needed from his work truck. Gathering the usual training outfit, he wore a black long-sleeve shirt with the yellow letters S.P.D. and his tactical pants and boots. Carrying them over to one of the porta potties in the area, Tommy decided to change into his training outfit for the police department as he went into the dunk tank.

After a few minutes, he was all ready to go as he began to string the laces up and tie the boots to his lower legs. He was securing everything. Socks and all. The man wasn’t comfortable wearing swimming trunks or being shirtless in the eye of the public. People didn’t need to see their chief and sheriff shirtless…

The man exited the moveable bathroom before dusting off his long sleeve shirt that complimented his athletic frame while he moved back to the police department booth. One of the squad members and he began to chat for a few minutes as he began to make his way over to the tank even more. Why did he feel so nervous? Tommy had no clue but he was.

Climbing up to the secure seat of the dunk tank, he sat down and he sighed while leaning back. Looking up into the air before looking down underneath him. The bottom of his boots were just touching the surface of the water and he began to allow his legs to swing as he waited for the inevitable to happen — someone was going to pick up one of the three softballs and whip it at the target. Placing a hit and making him fall into the icy water beneath. Ice-filled water during such a hot day sounded nice to a point. It was going to be a shock, he knew it would be, but he agreed to this.

It was about ten minutes after two o’clock when he climbed up into the dunk tank and not a moment later a child was already trying to dunk him. Each throw was a failure and he tried a few times before giving up. The chief tried to give the kid words of encouragement which made the kid flush out of shyness and the mom told him to tell the sheriff thank you. Another officer stepped in and gave the child a sticker.

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Location Sitting in the dunk tank at the police department booth
Time Afternoon, beginning of festival
Mood Nervous

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

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Archer chuckled at the man’s response and he could not help but notice the woman that was behind him. She looked familiar and he couldn't help but ask himself where he had seen her before. Only glancing over his shoulder for a few seconds at the woman before keeping his eyes on Alice and Levi. His brain was multitasking till he hit a lightbulb and realized the woman behind him was Jewel Navarro, the assistant to the mayor. Deciding that it was better to not hold up the line, he tried focusing on the man more than everyone else who was entering the small cafe. It was getting busy.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Levi, I am Doctor Archer Graham,” He knew that the man knew him as the ‘savior’ but he rather gave him the option to call him something else. Naturally, he went to be more formal and knew he was going to have to break out of that habit sooner or later.

As Alice was ringing him up on the register, he quickly pulled out his wallet and placed a twenty dollar bill, telling the woman to keep the change, as he removed himself from the line. Not wanting to hold it up any more than he already was. Grabbing all of his items, “I will try my best. I hope your slave driver gives you a little bit of leeway to have fun at the festival tonight,” All this was said in jest with a smile that backed up the atmosphere around the man.

He could not help but notice the woman who was asking for a pancake special and gave a smile but said nothing. Removing himself from the line and into the busy area. Archer found himself back on the street, scanning the surrounding area, before heading towards where the festival was going to be. Downtown there was a nice little area with a pond and a small restroom. It was like a little park or sitting area. It was pleasant and some of the picnic tables had umbrellas, so he went over to one of those and set down his items. Putting the umbrella up and sitting down under the shade as he began to enjoy his small breakfast.

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Location Little downtown sitting park
Time Morning
Mood Content and good
Interaction Levi @The Muse
Metions @PrinceAlexus@QueenBea

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

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Turning off the hose for the dunk tank and walking over to the food stands, he began to set up more with the help of Tim, the volunteer. Chatting here and there to learn more about the individual and he seemed like a nice kid. Tim seemed excited about the dunk tank and talked about how quite a few people were excited to hear that the sheriff was going to be in it for at least a little bit. This caused Thomas’s stomach to turn. He regretted saying yes. Keeping a mental note that he was going to get a front guard for next year.

"Howdy Sheriff, il pay the permit on monday. Good luck and Rock on" caused Thomas to glance over to the familiar feminine voice and he smiled with a friendly wave. “Mornin' Talie!” His voice sounded positive and energetic. It might be that he was excited and nervous about the festival coming up, especially nervous to get into the dunk tank. Could he wear a long sleeve shirt or would people think that is weird? Did he have to wear no shirt? Glancing down at himself, he couldn’t do that, but he might have a spare t-shirt in his truck.

“Aah know ya will git to it! Just do it by the middle of next month, okay?” Thomas tried to be casual with most things unless they were criminal activities. Most people in Sanctuary were good people and there were a few crazies who always loved to call on everyone that they possibly could. At this point, he might as well just pay the permit and give it to Talie if she shows up Monday or maybe he will do one of his casual visits to her sights or workplace and drop it off.

Then he continued to chat with Tim and was getting everything else set up. Everything besides the dunk tank was being set up smoothly and easy to do with only one person but quicker with Tim around. He should thank Jewel again for that.

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Location Festival - Police Department Booth
Time Morning
Mood Content and settled down
Interaction(s) @PrinceAlexus