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"hey!" penny had been minding her own business until someone reached out and grasped her arm. she's instantly tugging said arm out of the grasp, turning with her eyebrows furrowed. she was about to yell at the man in front of her, but then she's hearing the word bar. bar meant alcohol. and that was somewhere she wanted to be anyway. "okay, so i'll let everything slide, since I also want to go to the bar," she states. penny then pauses, eyes narrowing as she takes the person in. "i take it that you're real."

Location: Sweetwater Town square Open!

Arthur was a man of science. Of intellect. Of proof.

So he should, of course, feel right at home on a place built upon all of these principles.

But there was something akin to dread beading like a sweat at the back of his neck. He watched people wander through the town, watched them smile, watched them laugh, watched them kiss. It was all so human. It was all so normal and genuine and human. He wondered just how many of them weren't. How many of them would bleed motor oil, and not blood. It was a thrilling thought. A shocking one, too.

His gaze lingered a little longer on a young man with long hair and a cap set low over his eyes. The boy looked up suddenly and Arthur felt himself drawn closer. Did he possess a heart? or was it a chest full of wires. Arthur felt his hand clench suddenly at his side, as if reaching for a scalpel. He longed for the comfort of the cold, sterile operating room.

Turning away, the Doctor inhaled a sharp, deep breath and closed his eyes. He needed to relax. He needed to stop thinking of everyone as either meat or steel....He needed a drink.

"Pardon me-" he reached out and grasped the nearest person by the arm. "-The bar?...Saloon..." he sighed "-tavern? where is it?"

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penny can't help but to watch the scene, head tilted with a smile on her face. oh, they put just about everything they could here, huh? a pickpocket? this could be fun. she wants to see where it goes, so she approaches her, smiling back at them. "it's not mine," she says, crossing her arms across her chest. "but hey, maybe if we find the owner, we could get you a huge reward?" she raises an eyebrow, before looking off in the direction that the person who had their wallet stolen went. "or you could just keep what you got and we can find something else to do? something fun?"

ᴡʜᴏ: josephine medina & open ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: sweetwater town square ᴡʜᴇɴ: harvest / 20th anniversary festival – day one

𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋 could only mean one thing – a flood of unsuspecting newcomers, pockets flush with cash just waiting for Josie's slippery fingers. It was always far easier to score some spare change from newcomers – the locals of SWEETWATER had long since become accustomed to Josie's tactics, they had learned to keep their cash close to their chests. That a convincing enough threat was generally enough to deter the PICKPOCKET – at least, for a few days.

We find Josie with a wallet in their hands – rifling through the contents and unceremoniously discarding anything that doesn't immediately interest her ( read: anything that isn't shiny or able to be traded for something that is shiny ). Grinning, she pulls out a couple of gold coins and shoves them into her pocket, before being distracted by a shadow crossing over her field of view. Slowly, Josie looks up, offering the person now looming over them a smile. "Can I help you?" They ask, eyes flickering from the newcomer down to the wallet and back up again. "I found this." They add quickly, "If it's yours, I'd be willing to return it for a handsome reward."

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there was so much going on around her. she feels a bit overwhelmed, but it's nothing that she hasn't dealt with before. she's dealt with crowds and screaming and loud music. she can deal with the chaos of this. it's just something that she's not used to. a small frown finds its way on her face as she looks around, finally settling on a blonde woman who has just gotten off of a horse. okay. she can handle this. even if she's never dealt with horses before. she walks up to the woman, and pauses, watching the woman study her. and then she speaks and penny turns her gaze towards the horse. "i've never seen a horse this close before," she admits, and then reaches a hand out to touch the rump of the horse. she only holds it for a moment before she's pulling back, hands coming up to her chest. "it's warm." she wasn't sure what she expected, but she wasn't sure if the horses were going to feel real. she knew that things were supposed to feel real but she just hadn't really expected it.

The harvest festival meant that things were busier than usual on the ranch and it meant more often than not Honey was venturing into town. She didn't mind running errands but Honey did take umbrage to being the general errand runner as it apparently turned out, especially when Honey would much rather be out with the cattle.

She'd ridden Flora into town, glancing around the general hubbub that signaled a festival was on the up. There was a stab of melancholy in her heart, Wisteria always loved the festivals and maybe it was stupid but Honey was praying that somehow the festival would lead her back home.

She hoped this every time and hope was a dangerous thing.

Honey had been in the middle of tying Flora to a post so she could get on with her errands when she heard the soft footsteps of an approach. She surveyed the person for a moment before inclining her head towards her horse, "You can pet her if you want, she don't bite and she likes people well enough,"

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ACCESSING DATA...

PENELOPE 'PENNY' PAN ;

guest | drummer for the hex girls | 27

welcome to westworld, PENELOPE 'PENNY' PAN. your guest pass states that you are TWENTY-SEVEN years old, and that you are visiting westworld for a break from your job as DUMMER IN A ROCK BAND. you have a bit of a reputation as the REBEL, and are known to be RESOURCEFUL AND CREATIVE, but also INSECURE AND BRASH. sometimes, people say you remind them of WYNONNA EARP (WYNONNA EARP), APRIL LUDGATE (PARKS AND RECREATION), ELENOR SHELLSTROP (THE GOOD PLACE) AND . if you had to describe yourself in a few words, it would be "THE SMELL OF NIGHT, INHALING STARS". here’s hoping you enjoy your stay!

BIOGRAPHY ;

full bio here

penny was adopted when she was around ten.

music has always been her passion, so she created the hex girls with a group of two other girls. became pretty successful. she loves being the drummer and she also writes some songs.

brash, has no filter, likes to play up the 'weird' factor.

wears all black and gray colors.

adopted sibling works as an employee for westworld.

this will be her first time going to the park. is looking forward to the group