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GM: "Yeah, that old coot was mumblin' something about needing some whores for a bath." Preacher: "Did you give him permission to use your whores?" GM: "I sent Candy and Honey with him." Preacher: "Well, if you don't need me any longer, I need to run a few whores out of my bath." GM: He laughs. "Oooh, thats the way your ship sails, eh? Go, by all means." GM: Barney laughs. Preacher: "No, I just don't fancy a whore." Preacher: "I prefer ladies." Preacher: "Good day, gentlemen." GM: "Yeah, yeah..." GM: They go back to loading crates. GM: You see Herb pouring some steaming water into a bubbly tub. With two women in pettycoats standing there. Preacher: "I'd like to bath alone." GM: The two women look at each other, mumble a bit, then look back at you and shrug, they leave. Preacher: ((Is there a chair in this room?)) GM: Yeah. GM: Herb continues filling the tub. GM: "Your bath is ready, sir..." GM: "I'll be in the other room..." Preacher: "Who's the law in this town? GM: "We really dont have a law. All the citizens do thier part to make sure peace is kept..." GM: Herb leaves, dropping a towel on the back of the chair near the room's door. GM: You take a bath, all in good fun. GM: Done and done. GM: '1:47' Preacher: ((Did I hear anything odd during the time I was soaking?)) GM: Nope. GM: Done and done. GM: You find Joan in the stables, raking up horse dung. GM: "I do work here..." GM: She shrugs. GM: "Whaddaya need?" Preacher: "Just lookin' to get a fresh pair of clothes." GM: "Oh." She grins. "You might want to take your stuff to your room...I wont be here to guard it all night..." GM: You retrieve your pile o' random junk. Preacher: "Well then...See you for 6." Preacher: "6:30, sorry." GM:Sshe smiles. GM: "Yeah" GM: You put your cafefully collected pile of random crap on the bed. GM: You go over to the cemetary, and the priests aren't there. GM: "Here lies the corpse of Billy Blue. To his wife he was untrue. So his wife knew what to do, she fixed herself some Billy stew." GM: "Here lies Lester Moore, took 4 slugs from a .44. No Les, no more." GM: There are several others. GM: No one you know is here. GM: The church is built of wood. It has 2 windows in the front, each triangular shaped, with no glass covering the openings. There are double wooden doors that make the entrance. GM: There is a large cross on the top of the steeple, where a large bell hangs. GM: You open the doors, looking into a large rectangular room, they are 2 rows of pews going from the back of the room (where you are) to the front, where a large podium and table made of stone are. The only light are from the two windows, and the place is covered with a heavy dust. GM: You are alone in the church, and they do have candles. GM: Ok. GM: At about 6:30 you hear noise downstairs. Preacher: ((What kind of noise?)) GM: People bustling about, music, etc. GM: You go downstairs, there are a bunch of people here now, at least 10, the most amount of people you've seen in one place for a week. GM: 5 are around a table gambling, Barney included; 3 more by the fire, one playing a guitar, Herb, and a guy who looks kinda weasily with a thin moustache. GM: You sit near the gamblers. Barney is yelling about someone cheating, and is accusing everyone, who all look annoyed. Joan comes through the doors as you take a seat. Preacher: ((How's she dressed? All purty-like?)) GM: Yep. GM: She smiles and walks over to you. She is wearing a dress, that is necessary for her to hold while she walks. GM: "Hi." Preacher: "Good evening, Joan." Preacher: "You're looking rather beautiful tonight." GM: "And you're the fine example of a man as always." She holds out her arm for you to take. GM: "...Not many places to choose from..." Preacher: "Well, where do you suggest?" GM: "....Here, or the tavern...or my place..." GM: "Yes." GM: She starts outside. GM: You walk across the street, and go into her house, "What would you like?" Preacher: "I'm not particular." GM: She walks over to the ice box, and opens it. "Could you be?" GM: You see lots of salted meats, plus a few peices of random fruit. Preacher: ((Anything I could cook?)) GM: You could probably make some burgers in a skillet. Preacher: "Would you mind if I cooked you something?" GM: "Well, thats right kind of you." GM: "Yeah, well, what do you need?" GM: You eventually have her assemble a little pile of items which you probably don't need, most of which you don't know the use of. You thank her, and she goes in the other room.
 * Preacher looks at the bartender when the crate is loaded, "Charlie, have you talked with Herb?"
 * Preacher frowns.
 * Preacher heads back to the inn, and the wonderful sights awaiting at his bath.
 * Preacher looks at the women, "I appologize for Herb's haste, your services won't be needed."
 * Preacher slides the chair over, next to the tub.
 * Preacher has a seat and pulls off his boots.
 * Preacher nods, "Thank you."
 * Preacher undresses, laying his gunbelts over the chair he pulled next to the tub, the butts of his Peacemakers in easy reach.
 * Preacher grabs the towel and soaks up some water on the edge of it, using it to clean off his boots.
 * Preacher sinks back in the tub and relaxes.
 * Preacher soaps up, doing his hair too.
 * Preacher hops out and dries off when the water gets too cold for comfort, and checks the time on his watch.
 * Preacher towels off and dresses.
 * Preacher heads out to his horse to retrieves a fresh outfit of clericals.
 * Preacher smiles again, "Fancy meeting you here, Joan."
 * Preacher tried to make a joke, and failed miserably.
 * Preacher nods.
 * Preacher pulls his bedroll and such from the back of his horse.
 * Preacher heads back up to his room, hefting his load o' crap.
 * Preacher decides to take another walk, heading back for the cemetary.
 * Preacher reads the names and epitaphs, having nothing better to do with his time.
 * Preacher checks out the church.
 * Preacher opens the double doors.
 * Preacher scans the church with his eyes, looking for prayer candles to be lit.
 * Preacher lights one for each member of his church's congression, saying an 'Our Father' for each.
 * Preacher stands, at last burying them all in his mind, and leaves.
 * Preacher heads to his room and relaxes, waiting for 6:30.
 * Preacher locks up his room and heads down for a look.
 * Preacher locks his room up and goes down, his gunbelts creaking slightly.
 * Preacher scans the crowd for anyone familiar.
 * Preacher has a seat and waits for Joan.
 * Preacher stands back up.
 * Preacher approaches her.
 * Preacher slides it through hers, "So, where shall we eat?"
 * Preacher smiles, "Well, the noise is pretty bad here...And you said it yourself, the tavern isn't very good."
 * Preacher escorts her.
 * Preacher peers in.
 * Preacher smiles, "Well you did get all dressed up, and it'd be dead rude of me to make you fix dinner."
 * Preacher begins getting items, asking her where they are and such.
 * Preacher scowls and gets to cookin somethin'.

Preacher rolled -+ 4 4 6 +- Result -> 6

GM: You throw a handfull of meat into a skillet, and add a bunch of stuff to it, and eventually end up with something that looks and smells edible. Preacher: "I reckon I've done it." GM: You clean up the large sloppy mess you've made and put the meal on two plates. GM: You bring the plates of food into the other room. GM: She looks at you come in. "It smells wonderful, charming and a cook too!" Preacher: "Shall we eat?" GM: She nods, and sits up, pushing the sides of her dress under her. GM: She takes a forkfull, blows on it, and cautiously puts it in her mouth. Preacher: ((Hows does it taste, anyway?)) GM: It tastes like hamburger minus the bun, plus a good tasting spice. GM: "A few of them are the ones who pick up the shipments, the others are just random townspeople that come out at night..." Preacher: "Only at night?" GM: "Well, whats the point coming out the rest of the day, no one does anything productive except eat and sleep, just lonely folks." Preacher: "I see." Preacher: "Is it always the same traders?" GM: "Mostly, yes...one guy looks like a rat, or a weasal, I guess." GM: She takes another bite, looking into your eyes. GM: You eat and make small talk, anything specific you'd like to ask? Preacher: "Tell me Joan, were you planning on sleeping alone tonight?" GM: She almost half chokes on her food, then coughs and blushes. "What do you mean?" Preacher: "I was just wonderin' if you'd like some company for the night." GM: "Well...it is rather cold this evening..." GM: She swallows once more, and nods slightly. Preacher: "I appologize, I didn't mean to be overbearing." GM: She grips the hand you touched her with tightly, and finishes her meal. GM: "Yes, Im fine." GM: She closes her eyes as you do so. GM: She does.
 * Preacher smiles and serves it up.
 * Preacher smiles, "I try."
 * Preacher sits and begins to eat, "So, where did all the people at the Inn come from?"
 * Preacher nods.
 * Preacher looks into hers and gives the warmest smile he can muster.
 * Preacher eats.
 * Preacher smiles.
 * Preacher smiles and touches her hand, "Are you sure?"
 * Preacher goes back to eating.
 * Preacher finishes his meal, "Are you alright?"
 * Preacher strokes her cheek.
 * Preacher stands, lifting her to her feet gently.
 * Preacher leans in and kisses her if she allows.
 * Preacher kisses her for a long while, holding her close.
 * Preacher picks her up and carries her into her room, closing the door behind them..

Preacher rolled -+ 2 2 4 +- Result -> 4 Preacher rolled -+ 5 4 1 +- Result -> 5 Preacher rolled -+ 9 3 2 +- Result -> 9 Preacher rolled -+ 4 1 2 +- Result -> 4

GM: It was long lasting, pleasureable, and she didnt fake. Preacher: ((Was it Joan first?)) GM: ((Yes.)) GM: You wake up from your postejaculated nap, and look at your watch groggily, it's about 11:30pm. She's sound asleep beside you. GM: They are. Preacher: ((Anything I hear in the silence of the desert night?)) GM: You hear horsehooves outside and a few dogs barking around the town. You also hear two men grumbling, probably what woke you up. GM: The shutters are closed, and she doesn't stur, you walk over to them. GM: You open the shutters, the only light outside is the torchlight of two men talking on the other side of the street, and the moon. You also see the silhouette of the horse on the other street. GM: One of the guys is Barney, the other you haven't seen before, he looks like one of Barney's beer-stained friends. GM: Friend: "Ya, who's da new guy I keep hearin' about?" GM: Barney: "Some fool from the south...he's got shooters with'im." GM: Friend: "What's he doin here?" GM: Barney: "He says he's just passing through..." GM: Friend: "What's he look like?" GM: Barney: "Some kinda spooky priest. He's pretty quiet, and he wears a priests collar...Even calls 'imself 'The Preacher'" GM: Friend: "Yeah...well...I say we question his doings in dis town, we dont need no more troublemakers..." GM: Barney: "Yeah, 'e seems to 'ave taken a like'in to that stablegirl, Joan..." GM: Barney: "I saw 'em in the inn, when I was gamblin' with the traders from de west...she was all dressed up pretty like..." GM: Friend: "Yeah...well let's talk to 'im tomorrah, if 'e gets all uppity, I say we tar an' feather 'im, den runnim outta town..." GM: Barney: "Dont be a fool, we struggle as it is, we dont need to make more enemies...plus dat just gives'im reason to strike back." GM: Friend: "Well...what can we do?" GM: Barney: "We 'andle it quietlike, wit-out tryin to make 'im too angry..." GM Friend: "'ow?" GM: Barney: "I'll think'o'somthin'." GM: Friend: "Ya, Im thirsty, and it's almost midnight, an' I aint drunk yet!" GM: Barney: "Yeah." GM: Barney: "Lets go bother Charlie for the drink..." GM: Friend: "Right." GM: They leave in the direction of the tavern. GM: It's locked. GM: You slide back into bed with Joan, check your guns, and soon fall back asleep. GM: You wake up the next morning. GM: Joan has her arm wrapped around you from behind, you slept real good, best you have in quite some time. GM: You can. GM: About 9 AM. GM: Then what? GM: She squirms, and opens her eyes. GM: She smiles back. Preacher: "Good morning." GM: "Morning." She grabs your hand under the sheet, and rubs it in hers. Preacher: "It's about 9." GM: "Mmmm..." GM: She rubs her foot along your thigh, and smiles at you. GM: She finishes the kiss, then scratches your chest. "Church starts in a couple hours..." Preacher: "I was wondering about that." GM: "I think we have to make some confessions..." She laughs. GM: You hear the churchbell clanging loudly, and Joan shrugs, then rolls on top of you... GM: Speeding ahead an hour, she tells you its high time you got ready. GM: You get ready for church, Joan gets ready as well. Preacher: ((Is there a mirror?)) GM: Sure. GM: She sits on the corner of the bed, pulling on some long stockings. GM: Almost 10:30. Preacher: "How long until the service?" GM: "It starts at eleven." Preacher: "I need to check on something, then. I won't be long." GM: "Alright." GM: There are a few people milling about, most on their way to the church house. Preacher: ((Are Barney or his friend among them?)) GM: Nope. GM: You go to your bedroom, everything is much the same as the night before. Preacher: ((Has anything been tampered with?)) GM: Nope. GM: Done. GM: You get back to Joan's. She is all purtied up, and so forth. Preacher: "You're looking mighty fine this morning." GM: "Thank you." GM: "Are you ready?" Preacher: "Sure am." GM: She holds out her arm. GM: She does, and you go to church. It's a boring sermon, and it finally lets out. Just like earlier, Barney ain't there. Preacher: "So Joan, what would you like to do?" Preacher: ((Is it noon?)) GM: ((Yep.)) GM: "Well, it's lunchtime..." GM: "I'd better check on your horse, though." Preacher: "In your sunday clothes?" GM: "It'll only be a minute." GM: She goes in and comes back out. "Ok, lunchtime." You don't see Barney. Preacher: "Would you like to eat here?" GM: "Here...where?" Preacher: "The tavern." GM: "I don't see why not." Preacher: ((Chair's for her, of course.)) GM: She pulls her dress around her, and sits down. you notice she ain't wearin a bussel. GM: ((Damn, what the fuck did they eat back then besides meat?)) Preacher: ((Same shit we eat...only dirtier.)) GM: "We have burgers, steak, and I could go out back and kill us up a pig, if you'd want." GM: "I could grill some corn, too." GM: Joan: "I'll have whatever you want." She smiles. GM: "'kay." GM: He turns around and starts up a grill, throwing some corn and steaks on it. GM: You face the front doors, incase someone roudy busts in. GM: She sits, looking at you. The sizzling on the grill is quite annoying, and you hear horsehooves on the cobbles outside. GM: The horsehooves stop, and through the window you see a man in black climbing off his horse and head toward the doors. You hear the clanging of his spurs on the wooden walkway. GM: He stands in front of the swinging doors, and drops a cigarette, then pushes them both open, and enters as they swing back shut. GM: He looks around from under the shadow of his hat, and approaches the bar, slapping his palm open on it and asking for whiskey. He then leans against the bar and nods to Joan as Charlie pours it into a glass. Preacher: ((Is he packin'?)) GM: Is he ever. GM: He is holding a sawed off rifle at his side, also you see two guns from under the coat hanging on his cheast. You also suspect he's got a big knife somewhere. He doesn't seem to have the intent to use it though. GM: He drinks his whiskey, and asks the bartender for a couple burgers. GM: She smiles back and blushes. GM: Charlie finally brings your order over, with a peice of tinfoil rapped up with a sliced up potato in it. Preacher: ((Tin foil???)) GM: He also drops a newspaper on the table. The headline is "Scientist Hank Doner Invents Paper made from Tin!" GM: Charlie elbows you, pointing at the tinfoil. GM: "Pretty nice, eh? Really helps me cook potatoes!" Preacher: "I guess so." GM: He walks over and finishes making the burgers for the other guy. GM: The man in black asks for another glass of whiskey, drops a couple dollars on the bar, and takes his burgers, wrapped in tin foil. GM: The man eats one of the burgers and takes the other outside, then gets on his horse and rides off. Preacher: ((Which direction did he go?)) GM: ((He went north.)) Preacher: "You know him, Charlie?" GM: "He rides into town once in awhile, his name is Marven Nash..." GM: "I think he lives out of town, wandering around killing strange things. GM: "Once in a while he drops corpses of animals by, and we pay him. We've gotten a few jackalopes, and such." Preacher: "I see." GM: Joan starts to eat her meal. GM: She stairs at you lovingly. GM: Ok, you are almost done with your meals, and guess who bursts through the doors... Preacher: ((...Barney?)) GM: Barney comes in, drunker'n'hell, yelling something and reeking of booze. Preacher: ((Is HE packing?)) GM: Nope. GM: Barney storms right past you, and jumps into a barstool, then falls off, then gets up and yells at Charlie. GM: He sits in the stool, collapses and falls asleep, there is fresh vomit on his shirt. Joan looks at him, then up at you, and covers her nose subtle like. Preacher: "Would you like to leave?" GM: She nods GM: "Ive had enough anyway..."
 * Preacher watches her sleep, making sure his pistols are still on the bedstand beside him and in easy reach.
 * Preacher tries to fall asleep as well.
 * Preacher slides from the bed gentely, making sure he doesn't wake her, and moves to look out into the streets.
 * Preacher opens them as quietly as he can, watching her to make sure she doesn't wake up.
 * Preacher listens.
 * Preacher listens anyway, figuring it might just be important.
 * Preacher shakes his head slightly, but continues to listen.
 * Preacher reckons she's more pretty-like undressed...
 * Preacher speaks under his breath, "Don't be a fool, Barney."
 * Preacher closes the shutter just as carefully and makes his way to the front door, checking to make sure it's locked.
 * Preacher heads back to bed, slipping back in beside Joan's sleeping form.
 * Preacher triple-checks his pistols then lets himself fall into a slumber.
 * Preacher looks to his gun belts, and his pile of clothing, wondering if he could reach his watch.
 * Preacher watches Joan sleep for a few minutes more.
 * Preacher gently nudges her awake.
 * Preacher smiles at her.
 * Preacher kisses her lightly.
 * Preacher goes with it, kissing her more passionately.
 * Preacher thinks this over.
 * Preacher realizes he doesn't feel wrong about it in the least, in fact it feels more right than anything else.
 * Preacher smiles at Joan, "We've got a few hours, why stop now?"
 * Preacher stretches and dresses.
 * Preacher straps on his gun belts and runs his hands through his hair, fixing it up a bit.
 * Preacher watches Joan from it while he finishes grooming himself.
 * Preacher checks his watch.
 * Preacher stands and walks out of the house, heading towards the Inn while allowing his eyes to travel the roadway.
 * Preacher continues to the Inn.
 * Preacher enters the Tiresome Traveller and heads to room #12.
 * Preacher closes his windows almost all the way, allowing a little room for air flow.
 * Preacher then heads back out to Joan's, locking the door behind him.
 * Preacher once again slides his arm through hers and escorts her out, making sure she locks up.
 * Preacher keeps his eyes peeled for Barney and his cohort.
 * Preacher nods and waits for her outside the tavern.
 * Preacher escorts her into the tavern and pulls a chair up at a table. Then looks at Charlie, "What do you have in the way of food?"
 * Preacher looks at Joan, "What would you like?"
 * Preacher nods and turns back to Charlie, "Steak'll do fine, with some of that corn you offered."
 * Preacher pulls up his own chair at the table, placing himself in the most advantageous spot.
 * Preacher watches the doors and windows.
 * Preacher regards him.
 * Preacher nods to him, slowly.
 * Preacher doesn't allow his gaze to linger...His direct gaze anyway.
 * Preacher waits for their order, smiling slightly at Joan.
 * Preacher glances at the headline but keeps the man in black in his peripheal vision at all times.
 * Preacher reckons he'll be seeing a lot more tin foil.
 * Preacher eats, keeping the man in his LOS.
 * Preacher watches Joan and the door now.
 * Preacher nods.
 * Preacher continues with his meal.
 * Preacher gives her a reassuring smile.
 * Preacher has the right side of his duster slipped back and the tips of his fingers on the butt of his revolver before the doors have had time to clammer off the wall.
 * Preacher slowly lowers his hand, letting his duster fall back over his Peacemaker.
 * Preacher nods and escorts her out.