conversations: human
conversations:  the town of sinhole arizona stretches out like water to a dying man. its a few mom and pop shops, a saloon, a barbers, aand a gambling hall
  
  please introduce your characters, and tell me what has brought you to sinhole
conversations: bramblefoot:
conversations: human
conversations:  The tall man has been following the road south for some time.  Officially, the Federal Government recognized Dakota as a a Sovereign State, and the treaty seemed strong as long as the rail spur connecting the Deadwood enclave to the outside was left intact.
  
  But the idea the Sioux would send spies into American territory was uncharted waters.  More to the point, he did not want to tip off any Ravenites that an agent of the Great Spirits was onto them.
  
  So he pretended to be a simple cowboy, albeit curiously unarmed.  He was not bound by the Old Ways Oath, but holding a soulless, mass-produced machine of death disgusted him, and he would not do it.
  
  It was in this context the man who introduced himself to Strangers by the silly name of "John Horse" rode into Sinhole, hoping for fresh water, at least.
conversations: Feathersnow:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Have a nice day, and God bless!"
  
  Everyone in Sinhole has seen Dixie Daniels at the counter of Parker's Apothecary, or at church. Always clad in a demure, plain dress, with a small gold cross pendant at her neck, and a polite smile upon her face. She has lived in Sinhole for about three years now, and has become a pillar of her community. The entire congregation of the church loves her, even though Father Gregor will never look her in the eye. She speaks with a New Orleans drawl, but never talks more about it than to decry it as "More befitting this charming town's name."
conversations: Charybdis1618:
conversations: human
conversations:  Mack Veritos is a surly old man, who is here in Sinhole simply trying to make a life for himself as a repair man. He's surprisingly good at it too. Whatever contraption the townfolk bring to him, more often than not he's able to fix it. Whether a chariot, or a rifle, or a leaky barrel, or a broken breadbasket, his understanding and willingness to help belies his typical leave-me-alone attitude.
  
  He's only been in Sinhole, AZ for close to 6 months and keeps his personal life private. But it hasn't gone unnoticed that his windows are always closed, and he never really looks anyone in the eyes but rather behind them or off to the side. Perhaps he is hiding out? Perhaps he is running away? Perhaps he is only a strange smart old man?
  
  Whatever the reason, his door is always open. At least symbolically. One must knock first. But he's become a friend to the town and most just call him "Guy".
conversations: Albinobrow:
conversations: human
conversations:  The Tall Man heads to the well, nodding to the nearby townsfolk. He see to his horse, then starts filling his canteens.
conversations: Feathersnow:
conversations: human
conversations:  Dixie carries a broad, flat basket in both hands, walking about the town square. She pauses near Tall Man, and puts on her best smile.
  
  "Well, hi there, stranger! Y'all new in town? You look like you've ridden rough, if I may be so bold. Might I interest you in a free sample of Parker's new tonic? It'll take the edge off your saddle aches."
  
  She holds the basket forwards, showing the tiny, shallow bowls of some greenish-brown oil arranged within.
conversations: Charybdis1618:
conversations: human
conversations:  Originally Posted by Charybdis1618 
   Dixie carries a broad, flat basket in both hands, walking about the town square. She pauses near Tall Man, and puts on her best smile.
  
  "Well, hi there, stranger! Y'all new in town? You look like you've ridden rough, if I may be so bold. Might I interest you in a free sample of Parker's new tonic? It'll take the edge off your saddle aches."
  
  She holds the basket forwards, showing the tiny, shallow bowls of some greenish-brown oil arranged within. 
   
  
  "Thank you kindly, Miss!"  The tall man takes the bowl, but makes no effort to introduce himself or taste it.  In truth, he is suspicious it is tainted with Ghost Rock, so feels it may be a clue to finding agents of The Enemy
  
  After a pause, he realizes this wasn't enough. "They call me John Horse, I'm a cowboy, of sorts, passing through.  Mayhap you know if some of some work needs doing?"
conversations: Feathersnow:
conversations: human
conversations:  An old man walks by with his tools trying to ignore this exchange until he hears the word "work."
  
   Work?! What do you mean work? What kind of work?  he injects himself into the conversation, not at all hiding his scowl, glaring at the new comer.
conversations: Albinobrow:
conversations: human
conversations:  all of you would notice two strange people wandering into town. one is a hulking man with one piercing ice-blue eye who totes a gatling gun like it's nothing. he sniffs the air several times, and will lumber along as a small dwarf with a pair of six-guns on his hips rides the hulking giant like a horse. the dwarf will tip his hat, and take the giant over to the horse trough, where the giant greedily drinks his fill. the dwarf will dismount, and tack up a wanted poster for a certain deserter.
  
  the dwarf will call out  "im looking for this man. a buck for information, 25 bucks to whoever helps me collar him"  the giant, now finished drinking, will scan the people with his single eye
  
   (1d6)[ 5 ] 
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conversations: bramblefoot:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Well, as Matthew said, 'Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find.' I think you just found what you're looking for, Mr. Horse."
  
  "Also, hi there, Mr. Veritos. How's your back? In need of a bit of our new tonic?"
conversations: Charybdis1618:
conversations: human
conversations:  John Horse thinks about it, deliberating on purpose.  "Yes, I suppose I have.  This deserter is my Quarry."
  
  This was a break in the job, a way to maybe get info from the Federals without letting on he was funneling information back to The Black Hills.
conversations: Feathersnow:
conversations: human
conversations:  Originally Posted by Charybdis1618 
   "Well, as Matthew said, 'Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find.' I think you just found what you're looking for, Mr. Horse."
  
  "Also, hi there, Mr. Veritos. How's your back? In need of a bit of our new tonic?" 
   
  
  Mack barely hears the question as he squints at the lumbering giant and his rider, before replying with his head down surprisingly more hunched than usual, "Uh yes, but not at the moment. I've far to much to work on. Uh, bring it by the shop later." And he hurriedly turns and makes his way in another direction towards a nearby building.
  
   
   Spoiler: Out of character 
  
  Are there any places nearby that Mack would know of that will have random bits and pieces if he needed to build anything?
   
conversations: Albinobrow:
conversations: human
conversations:  As requested, Dixie leaves a bowl by his door, then continues walking about the town square distributing samples to whomever she can. When there's a lull in foot traffic, however, she will sidle over and take a closer look at that poster.
  
  "I wonder ... is this my calling? I don't much fancy the idea of fighting him, but maybe I can tag along with a few poultices? I'm sure they'll consider that 'helping,' right? If I sell this to Mr. Parker, he might even pay me for the time. I'll be pushing his product, after all."
conversations: Charybdis1618:
conversations: human
conversations:  John Horse says to Dixie, " I would obliged for your assistance, if you are interested, Ma'am." It so happens that...
   
   Spoiler:  hot streak, continued 
  
   (1d4)[ 2 ]  see OoC for details
   
conversations: Feathersnow:
conversations: human
conversations:  john horse: there happens to be an old jewish woman called  the witch of Bethlehem.  shes favorably disposed to those not of the cloth, and outcasts. she lives out in a hut about two miles from town, and tends to keep to herself. its said that she can hex someone for the right price
  
  mack: there is sutlers tinker shop, about two shops to your six.
  
  dixie: the giant will casually flash a series of rapid  fire hand signals to the dwarf who nods, and flashes some back
  
  
  wdyd?
conversations: bramblefoot:
conversations: human
conversations:  Originally Posted by Feathersnow 
   John Horse says to Dixie, " I would obliged for your assistance, if you are interested, Ma'am." It so happens that...
   
   Spoiler:  hot streak, continued 
  
  [roll0] see OoC for details
   
   
   
  
  Dixie looks up, startled. "I ... I'm no gunslinger. I'm just a humble, Godly woman, sir. I'd be happy to tag along, and maybe tend to a wound, but I'm not promising to shoot anyone."
conversations: Charybdis1618:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Well that's fine, I don't carry a piece m'self.  I just think we should pay a call to an old lady, and a single man going alone might give folks the wrong idea."
conversations: Feathersnow:
conversations: human
conversations:  "In that case, certainly! I'm off work in two hours. I'd be happy to come with you then. Do you know of any tonics or treatments she might need?"
conversations: Charybdis1618:
conversations: human
conversations:  "I regret to say I only know her by reputation, but she lives a ways out of town, so might reasonably be worried about varmints."
conversations: Feathersnow:
conversations: human
conversations:  As quickly as he's able, and without drawing attention, Mack hobbles his way over to the tinker shop, "Well hello there Sutler!  Don't mind me I'm just browsing." He makes his way over to the window to see outside as he looks over and grabs various random parts.
conversations: Albinobrow:
conversations: human
conversations:  Originally Posted by Feathersnow 
   "I regret to say I only know her by reputation, but she lives a ways out of town, so might reasonably be worried about varmints." 
   
  
  Once Dixie has distributed all her free samples, she returns to the shop.
  
  "Mr. Parker, might I have a moment? Thanks. A gentleman wishes for me to accompany him to pay a visit to a woman living out of town. Might I take with me a couple of bottles of stuff, in case she wants to buy something? Also, I may need to be a bit late tomorrow, if the trip takes too long."
conversations: Charybdis1618:
conversations: human
conversations:  mack: sutler nods,  and will let you pick out some things.  "whats the hurry mack? you look like youve seen a ghost"  sutler will pop a pipe in his teeth, and begin to smoke
  
  (gimme a small list of what your picking, and ill adjudicate the price)
  
  john horse: as you approach the dwarf, he will look at you, flashing a wanted poster.  "do tell me when and at what time?"  he will peel a greenback out of his breast pocket, keeping it between thumb and forefinger.
  
  dixie: ms parker will nod.  "be careful dixie"  she says
conversations: bramblefoot:
conversations: human
conversations:  (He's not looking to buy exactly. He's keeping an eye on the guys with the wanted poster. But will make something out of the parts available, should things go south. Can he see the wanted poster and who is on it?)
conversations: Albinobrow:
conversations: human
conversations:  (Hey everyone, Are we still wanting to get this one going?)
conversations: Albinobrow: