Looks like this will be a weekly thing

[forcegalactic]

[This whole week has been awful. This whole experience has been awful. Mordecai wants to go straight to his room and deal with his frustrations, but that's not what a mayor does. A mayor takes charge, a mayor fixes what's wrong, a mayor makes things better. Even if he can't do everything on his own, he's has to do something.

Two hours after the end of the trial, the living will find another note slipped underneath their doors.]

There's cookies in the kitchen. The dining room is ready for anyone who needs a quiet place to talk it out. I'll be in the bar if you need a drink, alcoholic or something more appropriate for the underage crowd.

-Mordecai Benmont Jiminy

[There's a pile of warm chocolate chip cookies in the kitchen. Two more candles are lit at the memorial - one for the victim, one for the culprit - and Mordecai has left a pile of blankets from the storage room on one of the dining room tables.]

Comments

[forcegalactic]

I dunno. Mad scientists don't always make sense.

[Why isn't the Marshal here? He'd know more about this.]

[perpend]

They doon't, do they?

The only "mad" scientist I know is a friend of sorts, and he's nothing like the Conductor.

[forcegalactic]

...So he's one of the harmless ones? Mostly rambles about what he wants to do?

[Those...are potential troublemakers, and he would not allow them in his saloon, but if they aren't breaking the law, there's no reason for the Marshal to take action.]

[perpend]

The only mad science he's doing is helping me out, maaan!

We've been... working on something for a number of years. Maybe it's a lie to call what he does mad science; he's just your regular run-of-the-mill doctor, really.

[He just happens to have a pet pigeon that can do everything for him, nbd]