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[color=FF8200][u]Location:[/u][/color] Main Street
[color=FF8200][u]Interacting with:[/u][/color] [@tanderbolt][/center]

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Jackson continued to help the strangers across main street, not feeling like he was being a huge help, though he felt his assistance was appreciated nonetheless. He had just finished helping an older woman board up her windows and properly store some her of stock. He made sure to remind the woman to keep warm during the incoming winter with his typical warm smile and set off down the sidewalk to see what else there was that needed to be done.

Noticing some movement in the periphery of his vision, Jackson turned and saw someone waving to him and approaching. It was an older man... Well, not [i]old[/i], maybe in his fifties or sixties. Jackson recognized him as the local handiman but for the moment, shit, he couldn't seem to recall the man's name.

"I'm doing good, sir, thank you," Jackson replied, using typical manners to avoid having to mention the man's name. He wracked his brain behind his calm demeanor trying to remember his first name, last name, anything... "It'll definitely take a while, but at least the whole town seems to be pitching in to help. Gotta love when people work together liket this, huh." Finally he remembered the man's last name. Williams. Thank god, he nearly started sweating from anxiety but luckily he could cover this up well.