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Post by The Storyteller on Sept 25, 2015 23:57:40 GMT
"I'm new; seen plenty of other fairs, hope to see plenty more, and anyway I heard it lasts three more days," he said. "I'd be an even less welcome guest if I left you alone in this trying time," he said. "At least in public."
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Post by Rauri O'Dempsey on Sept 26, 2015 0:00:15 GMT
"What makes you think you are going to be unwelcome here?" She asked, facade dropping a tiny bit as they left the area.
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Post by The Storyteller on Sept 26, 2015 0:10:39 GMT
"More talk for private," he said. "Suffice to say that whenever there's gold, there's people wanting it. I'm here to help ease the transition."
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Post by Rauri O'Dempsey on Sept 26, 2015 0:20:42 GMT
"I do not quite know how to respond to that" she said, looking round, but then smiled a little up at him, "I'll just not respond at all."
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Post by The Storyteller on Sept 26, 2015 0:52:25 GMT
"Not always a poor choice," he agreed. He walks her to her store. He opens a flask and takes a swig. "Do you want the story now, ma'am?"
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Dr. Gabriel Moreau
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Post by Dr. Gabriel Moreau on Sept 27, 2015 1:16:08 GMT
He sees no dismembered penises, but he does see Mayor Harken, clapping and drinking and flirting. "Docccctor!" he bellows in his boisterous voice, "Out among the living and well for a change?!" "Quite, though you'd never know from the stench." Moreau watched his step. These were his nicer shoes. "And Jackson is due for a shooting, I fear." He offered his hand. "Still, afine showing, Your Honor. I think you might even see me dancing later on."
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Post by The Storyteller on Sept 27, 2015 2:35:59 GMT
"The town will watch in blank amazement!" he said, looking jolly. "I hope the shooting stays outside town limits! This is a peaceful town, no room for thugs and lawlessness!"
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Post by Frank Jackson on Sept 27, 2015 8:25:56 GMT
(My bad. Edited that bit out) "If you say so." he spat on the ground near the newcomer's boot. "Wouldn't be so sure you want to get to know this lot, or that they want to get to know you." Frank shrugged. "All we can do is get along, if a place like this should thrive. Not that I know anything about the business of running a town." He studies Everett for a moment, ignoring the spit. "Ain't like I'm gonna rob anyone."
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Dr. Gabriel Moreau
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Post by Dr. Gabriel Moreau on Sept 27, 2015 19:48:58 GMT
"The town will watch in blank amazement!" he said, looking jolly. "I hope the shooting stays outside town limits! This is a peaceful town, no room for thugs and lawlessness!" "Mmm..." The doctor lit a cigarette. "Quite right, Your Honor. Quite right. I hear too many horror stories from out there. I keep staring at my journals, trying to figure out how to reattach a patient's scalp. Fortunately, the Lord has spared me that ordeal." And with that lovely segue... "Expect we'll get a lawman soon?"
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Post by Everett Chancey on Sept 27, 2015 20:17:16 GMT
Frank shrugged. "All we can do is get along, if a place like this should thrive. Not that I know anything about the business of running a town." He studies Everett for a moment, ignoring the spit. "Ain't like I'm gonna rob anyone." Everett laughs at that. "Plenty of places thrivin' in the Americas, but there ain't a one where they all get along."
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Post by The Storyteller on Sept 27, 2015 22:57:54 GMT
"The town will watch in blank amazement!" he said, looking jolly. "I hope the shooting stays outside town limits! This is a peaceful town, no room for thugs and lawlessness!" "Mmm..." The doctor lit a cigarette. "Quite right, Your Honor. Quite right. I hear too many horror stories from out there. I keep staring at my journals, trying to figure out how to reattach a patient's scalp. Fortunately, the Lord has spared me that ordeal." And with that lovely segue... "Expect we'll get a lawman soon?" "If the town wants one," he said. "I ain't got many honest candidates (who would take his authority, anyway), and the townsfolk don't seem to mind too much. You think we need a constable? Would need a thorough vetting."
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Dr. Gabriel Moreau
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Post by Dr. Gabriel Moreau on Sept 29, 2015 5:36:28 GMT
He puffed his cigarette like a 19th century medical man, convinced he knows modern every poison by name and in need of something to calm his nerves for the crusade ahead. "Of course. Any scoundrel with a gun can put his name on a ballot. But as a doctor and not a lawyer, all I can do is express the need for someone to prevent shooting as an epidemic." He paused. "We have a lot of old Confederates in town, myself included. A sheriff would almost certainly run on old war experience. A lot of bad water in that well. Bad water and bad blood." He frowned woefully. "Well, Your Honor, you know how to plumb those depths better than I. Wonderful showing tonight. Wonderful..." He wandered off, thinking of monsters, great and small, old and new.
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