OtherRPG-EdDL-Log16

GM: * Worried about the health of both Zach and Jet: you, Cassidy, Torn, and Joan decide to hasten your travel and find the nearest town quickly so you can get them to an actual docter. Eventually, you see the images of what seems to be about 10 or so large buildings in the distance. GM: * It's about 6PM. * GM: * Torn follows you, speaking in an accent that you find humorous. * GM: Torn says, "'ey, uh, dese guys, la, dey no look so good, eh?" Preacher: "Nope." GM: * You could make it, but you'd have to have your horses sprint. And being 6 people -- 2 injured and 5 horses -- those chances aren't too great. * Preacher: "Start trotting." GM: * Your horses all start running. * GM: * You make it to the town about 20 minutes after sundown, Zach only fell off his horse twice, and Jet wouldn't stop complaining about the heat. Torn kept saying funny things. * Preacher: ((What's the town's name anyway? And is anyone out on the streets?)) GM: * You dont see anyone on the streets, save one or two drunks. The towns name hasn't been posted anywhere. * GM: You can't tell a doctor just by looking at them, and haven't seen any sheriffs outside. GM: You see a big saloon with the lights on, some piano within plays ragtime music. GM: You walk inside, you see an old man behind a bar cleaning a glass, and a woman -- obviously a whore by the nylon black stockings and peticoat -- sitting on rags playing the piano.  The bartender looks at you and says "Doctor...we don't got no doctors in Dunnsville...only guy who comes close to a doctor is old Prophet...'e owns the shack down yonder." He motions with his hands. *  * The rest spot you from down the road and mosey over. *  "Follow me."  * you see a small delapitated house with some lights on.  Like, so if he opened it, he couldnt see you?  no, so like if he shot through it he would't blow a hole in me  oh  A tall bald man with wrinkled skin and white stringy hair wearing a white lab coat opens the door and looks all around.  hold  ((10-4))  * Mosepet looks much like 'The Professor' from Back to the Future. *  "You could say that."  "I've got a young boy with me who's very sick, will you help him?"  "I'll try."  * The possee runs forward with everyone, to the door and wait expectantly. *  "Where's your little buddy?" <AngryEdGM> Zach is currently unconcious, and Jet starts screaming "It's vewwy vewwy hot hewe...I'm woasting." <Preacher> "The chinaman's sick as well." <AngryEdGM> *Zach slides off the horse with ease, and is limp in your arms, but still slightly breathing. * <Mosepet> ((Heh...I need to get Jet's charsheet back sometime <G>)) <Preacher> "The boy's worse though." <AngryEdGM> Mosepet, the boy is unconcious, pale, but otherwise looks normal. <Mosepet> "What symptoms has he had?" <Preacher> "he complained about stomache pains." <Preacher> "He got worse from there." <Mosepet> "Hmm..." <Mosepet> "Could be poison...he been eating any bad food?" <Preacher> "Nothing the rest of us haven't had." <Mosepet> "How long has he been like this?" <Preacher> "It started about a week ago." <Mosepet> "There's something wrong with his innards...but I can't figure out what it is." <Preacher> ((waiting for Cassidy to pipe in with "Maybe some Aloe")) <Mosepet> "If it's poison it shouldn't have lasted a week...feedin' him some charcoal with water'll fix that." <Mosepet> "But if it ain't that then I don't know what's got 'im" <AngryEdGM> Cassidy, an old man who is traveling with the group says. "I perscribed him some Aloe, but it hasnt been helping. Maybe a pill or something..." <Mosepet> "Aloe's for cuts 'n stuff, not for sickness...some bedrest might do him good. Lotsa watter...keep 'im outta the sun." <Preacher> "There's nothing else you can do for him?" <Mosepet> "I can't figger what he's comin' down with if you all ate the same stuff and didn't get sick." <AngryEdGM> Joan, a striking young blonde traveling with them says: "Maybe we'd best leave him in a hotel room, or have him stay here in...what's this towns name?" <Preacher> "Dunnesville." <Mosepet> "You can call it 'shithole', though." <AngryEdGM> * Joan says "Oh." * <AngryEdGM> Jet says "I need some watah, I'm going to da saloon." <Preacher> "Wait, Jet." <AngryEdGM> * Jet says "But is soooooo hat." <Mosepet> "Sure." <Preacher> "Jet, come over here." <AngryEdGM> * Torn, a gunslinger looking cowboy style guy with a funny accent says. "Maybe...I should go over to da saloon, dere, an get de jap some water, ya know dere, en?" <AngryEdGM> * Jett walks over to the shack. "Is vewwy hot, doctor." <Mosepet> ((Go ahead, make fun of the Canadian...he'll send his beaver army to fuck you up)) <Mosepet> "Maybe it's heat sickness or dehydration." <Mosepet> "Or this new virus..." <AngryEdGM> ((Drassk, it's Torns char. He said "Im going to play the canadian steriotype.")) <Preacher> "Virus?" <Mosepet> "I heard some guyt alking about it...heats ya up a lot...like burns ya even..." <AngryEdGM> ((Torn = Ribo)) <Mosepet> ((The stereotypical Canadian is an American with a smaller ego and a larger dick)) <AngryEdGM> ((Not in America. :P)) <Preacher> ((quiet, flappy-head)) <AngryEdGM> ((lol) <Mosepet> "Maybe they got it from that guy..." <Mosepet> "I might be able to find the guy who was talking about it...he might know more." <Preacher> "The boy started before that...But I'm not sure about Jet." <Mosepet> "Well, he's built for a chinaman...he should be able to take more than the boy but it might still get to him." <AngryEdGM> * Joan says "Maybe we should all go see this guy, he might know how to cure it." * <Preacher> "I'm sorry for our haste but they've each gotten worse with every day." <AngryEdGM> * Torn wanders off towards the saloon, premptively. * <Mosepet> "The guy was at the saloon, we could go lookin' there." <Preacher> "What about the boy?" <AngryEdGM> * Cassidy says "He looks out of it..." <AngryEdGM> * <Mosepet> "Can someone stay and watch him?" <AngryEdGM> * Cassidy says "Ill do it...is there an inn around here?" * <Mosepet> "The Open Arms Inn is down the street." <Mosepet> "You can get a room for him there if you plan on staying awhile." <AngryEdGM> * Cassidy says "Suppose I aughta" * <Preacher> "As long as it takes to see the boy well again." <Mosepet> "Don't take any of the whores there, though. This town gets a little too much traffic of that kind and ya don't know where they've been." <Preacher> ((tain't no STD's int he old west!)) <Preacher> ((rahahahaha!)) <Mosepet> "They've all got clamidia from what I hear." <AngryEdGM> ((There was syphilis, and the crabs.)) <Preacher> ((well, just those though)) <Preacher> ((ah! the clap!)) <AngryEdGM> ((Eh, maybe chlamidia was around...)) <AngryEdGM> * "Right." Cassidy takes Zach off, to the inn. * <Mosepet> ((I don't know...but it's my favourite one to say)) <AngryEdGM> * Joan dismounts and hitches her horse to the nearest post, strokes its brow, and feeds it something. "So shall we go to the inn?" <AngryEdGM> * The group now consists of Joan and Jett. They both head to the saloon. * <Preacher> ?where has Zach's bird gone off to, GM? <Mosepet> "I'm Mosepet Andrew William Weeks Jeffreys...but you can call me Mosepet or even Moe." <AngryEdGM> * The bird seems to have disappeared as of late. You like it's comings and goings to the times when Zach is unconcious, whenever Zach goes unconcious, the bird seems to fly off, having another adjenda. * <AngryEdGM> ((like = link)) <Preacher> (((woob woob woob)) <AngryEdGM> You all arrive at the saloon, it's a small inn, with a man sitting at a table, (Maxim, short descript) a whore at a piano playing rag-time, a bartender, and torn drinking whiskey. Torn slides the water in the glass in front of him down the bar towards you when you arrive. Jett eagerly drinks it. "Mowe!" he shouts. * <Mosepet> "Well, let's go to the saloon and see if that guy's still around..." <AngryEdGM> ((Anyone else know that they got the name ragtime when the whore with the period would instead of whoring that night play the piano whilst sitting on rags?)) <Preacher> ((lol, didn't know that)) <AngryEdGM> ((I thought that was a cool tidbit of info. :) )) <Preacher> ((like the origin of the word 'hooker' or 'blowjob')) <Preacher> ((Maxim, speak!)) <AngryEdGM> ((I know hooker, not BJ though)) <Mosepet> ((I like that ragtime one...explains on the rag, too...what is hooker's origin?)) <Preacher> ((cocaine is also referred to as blow...pimps would get their whores addicted to it so they could control them and often times make them suck their dicks for the coke...thus a job for the blow)) <AngryEdGM> ((neat)) <Mosepet> ((Give us some hooker info)) <Preacher> ((during the civil war general hooker had a group of prostitutes he'd travel with everywhere...they'd move into hotels and such and have drunken sex parties...the soldiers started to call them 'hooker's girls' or 'hookers'...that's how)) <AngryEdGM> * Jett chugs down another glass of water, and slams it down. "MOWE!" he shouts * <AngryEdGM> * The bartender refills his glass, and prepares a pitcher. * <AngryEdGM> * Jett drops the glass as soon as it is consumed, and grabs the pitcher, starting to chug. * <AngryEdGM> The glass smashes on the ground, and as the pitcher nears half empty, he slams it down on the counter and lets out a refreashing "aaahhhhhhhh..." <Mosepet> "Pfft." <Preacher> ?What is Jet doing, GM?" <Mosepet> ((Why do all of Josh's chars go looking for a fight everywhere they go?)) <Maxim> "Howdy yourself, what business you got with me?" <AngryEdGM> * It starts to rain, and thunder is heard in the distance. * <Maxim> "Who these strangers?" <Mosepet> "I heard you talking about some strange disease that people's been getting. Something about heat and burns." <AngryEdGM> Jet is just standing at the bar, panting <Maxim> "Ya... so?" <Preacher> ((He's not...He's protecting his companion, Jet...called loyalty hinderance)) <Maxim> ((true, I was eyeing the chinamen)) <Mosepet> ((Heh...I should have kept Jet <G>)) <Mosepet> ((Jet has that one, too, I think)) <Mosepet> "I think the chinaman over there has it and so does a young boy they brought with them." <Mosepet> "So if ya know anything about it, it would probably help them a lot. I'm a doctor sometimes, but I've not seen something like that before." <Mosepet> ((The good guys dress in black, remember that.)) <Maxim> "All I know is I don' like it, or want it." <Mosepet> ((Just in case ya have a face to face and make contact.)) <Mosepet> "Don't know anything useful at all?" <Maxim> "I wish I did, hell, could be magic, could be some crazy virus" <Maxim> "You won't like it when it gets farther gone" <Mosepet> "They said they saw some guy in the desert with it...so it sounds like a virus." <Mosepet> "What happens then?" <Maxim> "I seen a man burned inside out" <AngryEdGM> Jet says "I'sa gonna die?!" <Preacher> ((lol)) <AngryEdGM> Jet asks for more water immediately. <Maxim> "I don' know, jus don' make any big plans for the future" <Maxim> "Oh..." <AngryEdGM> * Jet frowns. "We needa fina person who can 'elp me!" <Maxim> "I know this things been traveling south... so whatever da hell started it must be north" <Preacher> ((i got six chambers of help right here)) <Preacher> "Things?" <AngryEdGM> ((thing's)) <Maxim> ((not 'these things' 'this thing has')) <Mosepet> ((Me meant thing's)) <Preacher> ((ohhhh, scratch that then)) <AngryEdGM> * Joan says "Maybe we can find whatever evil power is doing this and stop it...before it claims Jet's life as well as others!" * <AngryEdGM> * Jet says "We be well advised to listen to Joan!" * <Preacher> ((LOL))) <Mosepet> "Maybe it's just a virus?" <Preacher> ((such melodrama)) <AngryEdGM> ((I know. :) )) <Mosepet> "Then the only way to stop it is to quarantine everyone." <Mosepet> "It's impossible to beat a virus, you know." <Mosepet> ((Yay Depression!)) <Maxim> "I don' think its in the air" <AngryEdGM> "How do we know it's a virus?" <Preacher> "If it were a sickness Torn would have it." <AngryEdGM> "It might not be? And if it is, maybe we could find someone who knows the cure!" <Mosepet> "Doesn't have to be in the air...could be on your skin or in a woman's undercarriage..." <AngryEdGM> ((lol)) <Preacher> "He touched the man in the desert, so did Cassidy." <Preacher> "Neither of them are having this trouble." <AngryEdGM> * Torn drinks some whiskey, while leaning against the bar, and just listening to everybody. * <Preacher> ((He summarily explodes)) <AngryEdGM> * "Is strong canadian blood. We no take no nothing from nobody la, en?" <AngryEdGM> ((Sorry, Mosepet, trying to play him like torn. :P)) <Mosepet> "Not everybody who is exposed catches a virus." <Mosepet> "Otherwise we'd all be dead the first time we get the flu because we'd keep catching and recatching it." <Preacher> "But Jet didn't go near the man." <Mosepet> "Maybe he gopt it from the boy." <AngryEdGM> * Jet says "Boy no go nowhere near man either. Boy was sleeping. " * <Mosepet> "Doesn't matter. We're all going to die anyways...some of us are just going to explode into flames first." <Mosepet> "Hmm..." <Mosepet> "No virus I know of is gonna walk around like that." <Mosepet> "That's creepy. <Preacher> ((Kane, you awake, bubba?)) <Maxim> ((ya)) <Maxim> ((drink)) <Preacher> "Whatever this is there isn't anything we can do about it tonight." <Maxim> "You want people that can help then?" <AngryEdGM> * THe bartender refills your glass * <AngryEdGM> *Joan smiles * <Mosepet> "That would have been nice to mention earlier..." <Preacher> "What?" <Maxim> "Earliar... lader... no difference" <Maxim> "I can take you to them, but not tonight" <Maxim> "Does it matter?" <Preacher> "It could." <Maxim> "You want your man there to live or not?" <Maxim> "Your call preacher" <AngryEdGM> * Torn says "Jet no look so good now." Jett starts drinking from the pitcher again * <Mosepet> "Well, if ya gotta wait then we might as well get some rest." <Maxim> "The bigger question is what I get from it" <Preacher> "I can pay you, don't worry." <Maxim> "I always worry" <Mosepet> "I've gotta spend a little time tinkering with my cohesive high-energy monochromatic photon ray emitter" <Maxim> "You do that batty one" <Mosepet> "Don't call me batty or you'll find out what a photon ray emitter can do to a person's body" <AngryEdGM> * Bartender: "Frendly arms inn, four houses thataway." * <Mosepet> ((It can light them up because it's a flashlight!)) <AngryEdGM> ((lol)) <Maxim> "Town won't miss the good prof, but I don't think he is as mad as they say" <Mosepet> ((Now...high-energy cohesive monochromatic photon ray emitter...that's a laser)) <Maxim> "I be ready at dawn, you won't have to look for me" <Mosepet> "I'm not mad at all, I'm quite content, actually." <AngryEdGM> * Joan says "We should check on Zach." * <Preacher> "Mmmm." <AngryEdGM> * Jet and Torn follow. Torn tosses the bartender a few coins. * <AngryEdGM> * Jet grudgingly takes the water with him, starting to sweat profusely. * <Mosepet> ((I'll be back in 10-15, though, so I'm a temporary NPC)) <AngryEdGM> Preach, you get you and Joan a room, she smiles. <AngryEdGM> * Mosepet tells you "I'm interested in learning more about this virus. I will meet you at dawn!" and heads off. * <AngryEdGM> Zach is still asleep, Cassidy is sitting by his bed. (They checked into a room too.) "Ok, I really don't think it's good for us to drag Zach with us. Maybe I will stay behind until he gets better, and you can meet me back here in Dooniesdell, or wherever the hell this place is, when you're done..." * <AngryEdGM> ((Which one? The rifle one?)) <Preacher> ((yeah, his other scars are old hat)) <AngryEdGM> *They've completely dissappeared. Joan walks over to you, puts her hands where the wounds were, and says "You're a quick healer, then stands on her toes and kisses you on the cheek." Then gets undressed and into bed. * <AngryEdGM> * Joan says "What's wrong?" * <Preacher> "Mmmm." <Preacher> "I'll be back soon." <Preacher> "Try and get some sleep." <AngryEdGM> (("Well, you've been giving it up to a dead man for almost a month now...")) <Preacher> ((LOL)) <AngryEdGM> "I wont be able to sleep...but I'll wait for you..." <AngryEdGM> ((I wonder if this makes Joan count as a necropheliac?)) <Preacher> ((naw, I'm movin'!)) <AngryEdGM> ((lol)) <AngryEdGM> You too spot eachother. The old coot has gone back to his shack, for you can see the lights on within, and can once in awhile hear what sounds like the clanging of metal pots, and cursing. * <AngryEdGM> ((brb)) <Preacher> ((no action?)) <Preacher> ((now's when i gotta wait for GM)) <Preacher> ((whassap?)) <Preacher> ((you awak0rz kane?)) <Maxim> ((ya)) <Maxim> ((guy is just standing there)) <AngryEdGM> ((back, really sorry. :P)) <AngryEdGM> Preacher, you sit there fore 2 hours, and down the whole bottle
 * Preacher looks up at the sun and consults his watch.
 * Preacher wonders if there's a chance of reaching the town before sunset...
 * Preacher slaps his reigns to speed up his Horse-With-No-Name.
 * Preacher hands the reigns of Zach's horse to Joan and rides to the other end of the town, looking for a sawbones.
 * Preacher looks for a doctor or sheriff.
 * Preacher looks for some signs of life, maybe from a saloon.
 * Preacher rides up to it and hops from his horse barely moments after it's completely halted, tethering it to a hitching post and walking inside.
 * Preacher raises his voice as he scans the saloon's interior, "Where can I find a doctor?"
 * Preacher narrows his eyes for a second, "Thank you."
 * Preacher turns on his heels and walks out, remounting his horse and whistling for Joan and the others to follow him.
 * Preacher trots in the direction the bartender motioned, looking for a small shack.
 * Preacher rides up to it quickly but cautiously and dismounts, approaching the door.
 * Preacher watches the windows for movement, etc.
 * Preacher raps on the door, standing to the side of it.
 * Preacher raps on the door
 * Mosepet has joined #deadlands2
 * Preacher is a handsome, 6'1" tall human male with a lean, muscular build of about 175 pounds. He wears a dark brown, rawhide leather duster over long sleeved black clericals complete with white collar. Twin leather gunbelts hang from his hips, criss-crossing above his groin, creaking ever-so-often when he moves. He has hard, chiseled features and dark, piercing eyes. His short, ash brown hair is well groomed and his skin has a healthy olive tan
 * Preacher looks the man dead in his face, "Are you a doctor?"
 * Preacher looks back over his shoulder at a group down the road.
 * Preacher waves them over with urgent hand motions.
 * Mosepet closes the door in your face and you ehar rummaging and stuff falling over, then he comes back out with a giant pistol of some sort strapped to his side
 * Preacher immediately has his duster back and his right palm resting on the butt of a Colt Peacemaker on his right hip.
 * Preacher watches Mosepet cautiously for a moment before turning around and letting his duster fall back, pulling the boy off his horse.
 * Mosepet sets him down on his broken-ass porch
 * Preacher sets Zach down gently at Mosepet's urging.
 * Mosepet examines him
 * Preacher stands up and watches the man cautiously, taking a step back to give him room.
 * Preacher looks concerned.
 * Preacher answer her query without looking back.
 * Preacher looks at Mosepet, "Can you look at the chinaman?"
 * Preacher nods to the Canadian.
 * Preacher nods, "We came across a man like that in the desert."
 * Preacher nods, staying silent for a moment before speaking again...
 * Preacher looks back at Joan and then to Mosepet.
 * Preacher nods and looks back to the blonde girl, giving her a reassuring smile.
 * Preacher ignores the old coot.
 * Preacher looks at Cassidy questioningly.
 * Preacher picks Zach up and puts him into his rigged saddle.
 * Preacher nods and motions for the group to get moving.
 * Preacher looks at Mosepet on the way to the saloon, "I appreciate all the help. They call me Preacher; the boy's name is Zach; that's Joan..."
 * Preacher makes introductions.
 * Preacher keeps that in mind but remains silent.
 * Maxim has joined #deadlands2
 * Preacher leads the group into the saloon...
 * Preacher is a handsome, 6'1" tall human male with a lean, muscular build of about 175 pounds. He wears a dark brown, rawhide leather duster over long sleeved black clericals complete with white collar. Twin leather gunbelts hang from his hips, criss-crossing above his groin, creaking ever-so-often when he moves. He has hard, chiseled features and dark, piercing eyes. His short, ash brown hair is well groomed and his skin has a healthy olive tan
 * Maxim is wearing a black duster and an all black outfit underneath. He however is obviously very muscular. He has two pistols on his belt. He doesn't look like a cheerful guy and has shoulder-length dark hair tucked back in his hat.
 * Preacher glances at the chinaman and back to the good doctor, "Is he here?"
 * Mosepet looks around for dat bad-ass nigga who be knowin dat shit
 * Maxim is watching the chinaman
 * Mosepet points to Maxim and says "There's the guy."
 * Maxim is on his feet
 * Preacher narrows his eyes, his right hand lowered to his side...Watching Maxim.
 * Mosepet puts his hand on Preacher's shoulder "Calm yourself, Hombre...he ain't the type to just shoot someone at random."
 * Preacher 's shoulder twitches as Mosepet touches it, his eyes not flickering from the man in black.
 * Maxim watches them, hasn't spoken yet
 * Mosepet walks over to Maxim and says "Howdy."
 * Preacher relaxes a tick, his hand uncoiling.
 * Preacher glances at Joan, flicking his eyes to her for a moment then back to Moe and the man in black.
 * Preacher approaches Jet while keeping the two men in his peripheral vision. "Are you alright?" he asks in a low voice.
 * Preacher puts a hand on his shoulder and pats lightly, "Don't worry about it."
 * Preacher takes his hand away and simply nods, his expression slightly grim.
 * Preacher speaks up and turns his attention to Maxim.
 * Maxim grins
 * Preacher steps away from the bar and stands in the middle of the triangle made up of his posse and the other two men.
 * Preacher looks at Joan, frowning slightly.
 * Preacher motions with his head to the Canadian cowboy at the bar.
 * Preacher shakes his head, "The boy's troubles started earlier."
 * Preacher watches the doctor.
 * Maxim is sitting drinking his dring pretty indifferent
 * Preacher lets his eyes rest on Joan.
 * Maxim taps for a refill
 * Preacher turns his attention to Maxim, "That depends on there being someone to help."
 * Maxim glances at the people
 * Preacher narrows his eyes, "Who is this?"
 * Maxim eyes his color
 * Preacher regards the man, nodding slowly.
 * Maxim finishes off his drink
 * Preacher looks at the bartender, "Where's the Inn?"
 * Preacher nods and looks at the man in black, "Where can we find you tomorrow morning?"
 * Maxim smirks
 * Preacher watches the banter silently.
 * Preacher nods.
 * Maxim pushes his way to the door
 * Preacher gets Jet to come with them.
 * Mosepet 's real life flares up and he becomes an NPC
 * Preacher checks into the inn, getting a single room for Joan and himself.
 * Preacher checks on Cassidy and Zach and gives the old man the story.
 * Preacher nods a farewell to the doctor and retires to his room, peeling off his shirt to check on his belly wound for the first time in 3 days.
 * Preacher stands dumbfounded, hardly noticing the kiss as he begins to press on the area where the wound had been.
 * Preacher looks dazed and goes to the window, looking out on the dead town for quite some time.
 * Preacher shakes his head slightly.
 * Preacher hastily pulls on his gunbelts and exits the room, pausing in the doorway to give her a forced smile.
 * Preacher leaves his duster on the back of the chair.
 * Preacher leaves his duster on the back of the chair and heads to the saloon.
 * Maxim is still outside the saloon, not near the door, and watching the sky
 * Maxim is smoking a cigar
 * Preacher looks out of place without something to cover his guns, like a priest bent on murder.
 * Preacher gives a slight nod to Maxim as he blows past him and into the saloon.
 * Preacher seats himself at the bar.
 * Maxim watches him but doesn't acknowledge him
 * Preacher procures a bottle of 'the good stuff' and moves to a corner table with his nighttime companion.
 * Preacher pours himself a few healthy glassfulls and downs them in succession.
 * Preacher slows his drinking, sitting over his bottle in thought.
 * Preacher mulls over something for a while and pulls a smaller-sized knife from his boot, toying with the blade over his fingertips.