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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: better than a port lock on the ship

Of course, with a Bounty hunter parked next to your ship, you can't really take off fast without arousing suspicions that perhaps you are harbouring fugitives. Best to not be hasty....

I'm having such fun with this campaign.

Posted on 2008-10-14 at 14:45:16.

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Frisco's Bounty Hunter Class Reunion

The Quick and the Drunk, At the Saloon

Asher worked his way towards the blonde woman at the bar. She was a rough and tumble type, but definitely a good-looking lady. As he moved closer, she moved her hands to her guns quickly.

“I have never… er… had a dream come true before, until… ah... I… um…” He stammers out. She turns to look at him, first with cold grey eyes that look to kill him as soon as stare at him. But the eyes soften slightly, perhaps realizing that Asher means no harm. At one point in her life, she was a mighty fine lady to behold, but now she looks tired and scared.

“I like your guns.” He blurted out.

Her brows knit quizzically and she looks down her blouse and back to Asher, her eyes going cold again.

“You want some pie?” Asher says, holding out the apple pie before him as a peace offering and smiling as best he could.

She looks at the pie and then back to her drink. Her shoulders begin to convulse and then her body shakes ever so much. Then the deep throaty laughter escapes from her lips. “You know Kid that the most unip…unit…weird line I’ve ever had thrown my way. I’d love a piece o’ pie. Can’t ‘member when I last ate somethin’ that wasn’t out of a tube.” She motions to the chair beside her and picks up her glass in a toast to Asher, “Here’s lookin’ at you kid. Got a name?” She asks and tosses down the contents of her glass smoothly, then looks to Asher to do the same. (Note: I am going to work on the assumption that Asher will try to keep up with her. His complications are overconfidence as well as lightweight)

(assume Asher gives his name)

After Asher downs his drink, she picks up her bottle and fills both their glasses three quarters full. She holds her glass up and downs the contents once more, waiting on Asher before filling the glasses again. “If you be lookin’ for a good time Ash, you best try Miss. Happy Pie over there. I’m damaged goods, and it ain’t good luck to be with me.” She drawls as she pulls out a butterfly style knife from her side sheath, flips it open one-handed wit ha flourish and cuts into the pie, slicing two large pieces. She takes hers and eats it down in a rapid succession of four bites. “Mmmm. Help yourself Ash. Drink or pie, and not my guns.’ She laughs again.

(assuming some probing about luck and good times)

She downs her drink again and but doesn’t look to Asher this time. “I killed a man, not long ago. Man who killed my father. These were his.” She says patting the guns on her side. Unfortnut…Unforhum…Bad luck has it that he had a number of friends and they be pissed. Hunting me now. So I keep movin’. You on a ship? Heading out soon? I got some cash, if youse and youse Captain be taking passengers?”

(assume some sort of “possibly” answer)

“Let me know, I’ll be her’, and my guns.” She says sadly this time. She fills her glass and Asher’s again quite full, draining the bottle, “Thanks for the pie Ash. No one done a speck of kindness to me in awhile. You bette’ ‘un along, you’ Captain wants ya.”

“C’mon, Asher,” Wyatt mumbled. “Time t’ git.”

“Willow, it’s time t’ return t’ the ship,” Wyatt called from the bar as he began to stroll towards the door. Then, as an afterthought. “There’s a wave came through for ya earlier as well. Thought you’d like t’ know.”

Heading for Rocinante, 6:30 pm

OOC- I’m not going to reprint what has been written. Taking it from Wyatt parting company from Asher and Willow

Willow and Asher walked towards the ship along the main road. It wasn’t long before Willow noticed that her companion was having a bit of trouble walking a straight line. In fact, as Asher got closer to the ship, he weaved back and forth more and his mood seemed to grow more jovial. Willow’s arm held in respectful attendance become more of a support for the obviously drunk man.

(I’ll let you two work on the conversation)

As Willow and Asher come over the crest, they see Rocinante waiting where it was before. The other Firefly transport is long gone and in its place is another transport, a dragonfly class, stands in its place. The emblem on its hull reads “Defiant” and has a back-drop of a man’s fist with one finger raised upwards. On the other side of Rocinante, closest to the town is a Midge class with no emblem or name. A three-max person runabout that is often favoured by bounty hunters with cargo space converted to holding cells. In between your ship and the Midge stands a man in red and gold body armour, the NEWTECH logo clear embossed on the chest-plate. His helmet is down revealing a man with long wild brown hair circling a central bald spot and a full moustache and beard. He doesn’t have a weapon strapped on, either side or back. He is smoking a cigar and staring towards town. When he sees you, he starts to walk towards you with a purposeful stride.

“Excuse me? Wonder if you might help me?” He asks pleasantly enough as he approaches. “There might be a cash reward for you if you can.”

(Assuming some sort of response. He ain’t taking no for an answer)

He hands you a piece of printed paper. On the page is an alliance notice of a reward offering for two fugitives – a brother and sister named Simon and River Tam. According to the bulletin, they are wanted for question in the killing of a Marshall and for treason against the Alliance. The reward portion of the bulletin has been conveniently torn off. “Have you seen these two? They were last seen in a Firefly transport? Love to chat with the crew of that ship there, but it is closed up tight.”

(Your reaction – obvious that you know nothing about them. The BH is more interested in your reaction than your words)

“Much obliged.” He says taking back his notice. ‘Guess I will go look around town then. Good Evening Miss, Sir.”

Wyatt at the Doctors, 6:30 -8:00 pm

(Again, not going to reprint what has been written)

Wyatt reaches the Doctor’s house after circling around a few time to make sure he’s not followed. When he is satisfied that he isn’t, he makes his way to the house, still checking the parameter and the area to make sure no one has the drop on him. Once he feels all is clear, he enters the shed where Wolf is working on the mule.

“How’s it comin’?” Wyatt crouched so the big man could see his face.

(Wolf can answer here are the details - The mule brake line is dead. Wolf managed to get the air horn to work with the brake but it won't last long. Air filled vs liquid hydraulics. As well, the brass instruments have damaged the thruster's flow value on both the sides and there is scrap metal in the compressor manifold which will have to be replaced. They are working now, but they will break soon and then you will lose speed control.

The good news is that Fenris knows he can get all these parts from machines that Bailey ain't using anymore, so he won't charge you much. About 20-35 credits tops, may even get some free.)

All right, well, finish up as quick as ya can.” Pausing, Wyatt glanced about the orange-illuminated interior of the shed. “Anything eventful happen while we was out?”

(assuming an answer of no, not much happening)

Wyatt goes to the back door of the house and finds it is not locked. He goes in and has a look around. Sam is awake but strapped to the knitter machine. The teller is gone from the room. There is a bottle of really good whiskey on the side table beside a covered tray.

(see post by Robert)

Wyatt leaves the doctor’s place and locks the door as he leaves. Old habits make him check the area again and watch his back all the way back to the ship, but he doesn’t see anyone following him. As he reaches the ship, he sees the Dragonfly and notes the emblem. He also sees the Midge and feels a whole new sense of danger. The last thing he wanted to see was a Bounty Hunter parked next to his boat.

Inside the Rocinante 6:45 – 8:00 pm

Willow let Asher fill Trish in on the journey so far, since he was in a talkative mood despite the giggling and the falling out of his chair frequently. She had made sure that Trish heard the important things from her, and then left Ma to take care of her drunken “son”

She activated the cortex console, making sure to activate the black box inhibitor to make sure no one would listen in. First Willow checked the message.

(The message is from your aunt, so you will write it better than I. It basically says that there was an incident in the last port of call you made in Beaumonde. Apparently, some Senator’s kid lost a kitten. He is very fond of his daughter and is offering a reward of 1000 credits for its return. The whole thing sounds fishy to your aunt. The cat better be pooping gold turds shaped like Buddha himself if he’s offering that much. There is more to the story but no one is talking)

Next, Willow logs in through the Companion portal and starts her research into the Ludlows. The father Horatio is an immediate hit – with a black mark on his name for beating a Companion for refusing to “service” his command crew. History of violence, and abuse of power has kept the Commandant from being a General, but results on the battlefield prevent him from being pushed further down the ranks. His current whereabouts is considered classified.

The second eldest brother, Edward is a commander in the Core Worlds Defence Corp. He is listed as a client in good standing, with several good commendations from Companions. He is currently stationed on Ariel.

Ernest and Ethan have no record of using a Companion or seeking their services. Further digging reveals a long history between the two of petty crime. Ernest, in the last few years has had several warrants issued for murder while Ethan seemed to slow down. The father pulled some strings the first few times it happened. Even tried to get them to join the military, but they drifted off, seemingly to get as far away from their dad as possible.

One thing is sure; Ernest was not a bounty hunter, and never had been. His history is of petty theft and murder of those in his way. Had a thing for jackets, and killing people whose jackets he coveted. He was a known acquaintance of one Grant Mustard – who was known for “tinkering” with weapons, armour and machines to make them better.

At 8:00 pm, the Captain returns to the ship to find Ma feeding Asher coffee and making him eat. Although more lucid, the Captain can tell when someone been drinking from a mile away – but Asher has started preparing the ship for cargo transfer and checking munitions stores.

(You decide how to spend the last hour and I will back post if necessary)

Night Falls on Rocinante, 9:00 pm

There is a heavy bang on the cargo door. Outside, JW and Bailey wait with a couple of old wheeled mules and attached grav-carts. Also waiting next to JW is John Blake, the short, round banker you met earlier in the day.

(assuming you open the doors)

The miners get to work without much ado, hauling the containers of Ice off the ship and onto the grav-carts. From there they take it to the mag-train depot where it is unloaded carefully out of the containers and into specially designed cargo holders, all with a minimum of lighting. As they do so, Mr. Blake approaches Captain Wyatt. “Excuse me Captain. You did me quite a service today, quite a service indeed. If it hadn’t been for you and your men, I shudder to think of where I would be now.” He offers you a small wooden box. When you look inside there is money, in neat bills to a tune of 500 credits, “I wanted to say thank you and offer you a small token of my appreciation.”

Although there are enough miners, the work goes on through the night and it is 11:00 pm by the time everyone finished unloading. They bring the containers back to the space port and load them into a storage room. Bailey gives you 40 credits for the deposit on the containers.

“We are heading back to the Lawrence. Anyone like to join us?” JW asks.

Night Falls at the Doctor’s Place 9:00 pm

Fenris finishes pulling the scrap out of the small engine parts when he realizes it is getting dark. He needs to switch the lights on in order to continue working. He is also thinking that he is mightily hungry as well and should see if the doc has some grub. He swats at an insect that bites him on the neck while he is cleaning up his hands before heading to the house. No point greasing up the doctor’s doors and furniture. As Wolf reaches for the lights he yawns. Then he yawns again as he staggers over to the mule. Must be more tired than I … he thinks as he falls to the ground unconscious.

Inside the operating room, the knitter cracks open and the mechanical feminine voice declared the process to be complete. Sam gets up fast and fingers his chest and ribs – everything is looking good, if a bit tender. He heads directly to the side table and pours himself a drink, while lifting the lid on the tray. It looks like beef… but at this point, protein paste would be a delicacy to Sam. He downs the meal quickly while drinking from the bottle. “Gorram Alliance,” he grumbled, checking his Avenger before snaking another swig from the bottle, “Gorram Ludlows!”

“I hope you aren’t adding me to your gorram list.” A voice comes out of the dark. Sam has his avenger up faster than a man can twitch, looking around. Out of a darkened corner of the room, Brigit comes out slowly with her hands up in the air. She comes over to you slowly, discarding clothing as she gets closer. “I told you I wanted you more than I ever wanted a man before.” She says playfully as she reaches Sam and closes her mouth upon his in a passionate kiss. “The doc’s asleep as he is want to be by this time at night and Wolf is very, very occupied with his mule right now. You are feeling better I hope.”

(Assuming that San doesn’t die of shock, I believe we have trains entering tunnels, rocket ships blasting off, oil rigs pumping away, fireworks…..)

Posted on 2008-10-14 at 02:47:22.
Edited on 2008-10-14 at 02:51:52 by Alacrity

Topic: William Pictures
Subject: most recent

Happy Child

Daddy on dining duty

Messy hair and the cute

I'm coming with you mom!

Posted on 2008-10-13 at 18:46:58.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: New Member?

YeOlde has submitted to me a character who is a tech/computer/cortex guru as a possible addition to the crew. Nothing has been finalized but I wanted to hear for the existing crew how you felt about another team mate.

What I have in mind is to tweak Tann's character a bit to allow him to be more of a mechanic/fighter by moving the tech points he has used. I feel that we stretched Wolf too thin by trying to make him a jack of all trade. This would alloow Fenris to be a good warrior and a good mechanic, not average in everything.

Thoughts? Please be honest. YeOlde has wanted to join this campaign for awhile and I can accomodate another character.

Posted on 2008-10-12 at 17:11:33.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: gobblity gobblilty

This is a long weekend for us Canadians for Thanksgiving. Although I have a very social weekend planned, I do hope to post to my games inbetween meals. Certainly I have enough to work with in Rocinante.

Posted on 2008-10-10 at 16:53:20.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: gobble gobble

This is a long weekend for us Canadians for Thanksgiving. Although I have a very social weekend planned, I do hope to post to my games inbetween meals.

Posted on 2008-10-10 at 16:52:11.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: for the record

As far as anyone in the room can tell, no one cast a spell or made a move to a magical item.

Posted on 2008-10-10 at 14:30:59.

Topic: William Pictures
Subject: And more

Love my mommy

As bald as Dad

Brother and Sister

Love the smiles

Happy Boy

Posted on 2008-10-09 at 01:54:43.

Topic: I can't take it sometimes!
Subject: Set your standards high

I'm voting for the first party that promises me a jetpack.

Posted on 2008-10-09 at 01:51:15.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Never

Never apologize for playing a character the way you feel is right, If you don't throw me for a loop once and awhile, I get lazy.

Posted on 2008-10-07 at 00:21:54.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: why?

Why are all my players so paranoid?

Posted on 2008-10-06 at 20:17:03.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: clowns - funny you should mention clowns

You literally went the wrong direction. You posted that you were going to head to the ship, check the cortex for jobs etc etc. Then you posted that you were going to check on Sam and Wolf. Well I had the post ready for you to go back to the ship, but if you ain't going back then I can't do all the things I wanted to and they wouldn't be fair to do to Willow. Furthermore, the stuff I was gonna do to Sam and Wolf, I can't do if you are there watching. So you pickled me good.

So I will rethink the storyline and see if I can't post by Wednesday. Sam is awake now so he can respond to Wyatt's post.

Posted on 2008-10-06 at 20:06:35.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Need to check your character

Still working on up-ing character. Adrian, you get 5 levels of new spells this level. That means you can gibe yourself 5 1st level, 2 2nd levela and a 1st, etc etc.

I have posted the rest of the intro. Please post any reactions and questions so I can get the party moving.

Posted on 2008-10-06 at 00:43:29.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: whoa

You gave me a lot to work with, and blew my plans completely out of the water. Not that was a bad thing, i had just expected you to do one thing and you decided on another. It is good to keep me on my toes but I will have to delay posting a bit.

Finances - I will look into that this week. The mule will need some major fixing, you need fuel, and you are pass due on at least two regular maintenances of Rocinante(Kora warned you when you left Beaumonde, which was a spell ago). then there is the usual food, port fees, septic flush, freah water, power hookup, etc etc etc. But I will calculate all that for you.

Posted on 2008-10-06 at 00:39:52.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Second part and you are off

“How much do any of you know about the Elven blood wars?”

Matthias stood up and gave his rendition of the historic war, followed by Dapple’s short but decisively different version of the story.

“So,” Char said into the silence Matthias had left behind. “Ya tinks we be facin’ sum’tin’ demonic an’ undead dis time?”

Dapple replied, “Besides, Dwan, disappearing cattle? Missing villagers? Undead warriors? Sounds like you need Kilgim and a whole church full of his bretheren to go bless the place. Maybe some “mages of vast power” to blast those that aren’t undead, but this isn’t the sort of thing you need me for. Put me back in jail if you want to, I’ll just let myself out later.”

“Aye, tho’ da lad’s as bitin’ as swamp ‘squitos, ‘e makes a poin’ Dwan,” Char said through a half smile. “Dare ain’ nuttin’ I gots ‘gains’ strong arms an’ goo’ steal—fac’ I ‘fere it t’ all da mystica’ hooba-jooba, bu’ undead be proven t’ be da domain o’ those touch by da gods. So, we gonna git some o’ da various church’s ‘elp, er we jus’ da scoutin’ party?”

Adrian chimed in, "The invasion of the elves, dragons and shadows is what catalyzed the formation of the Empire. Of course how much of that we can trust is still up in the air. I'll be happy to relate more of the 'official' history at a later time. As to now, I can promise that behind every undead is something with a squishy part that can be stabbed by non-magical hands. The mystical are actually not all that mystical, often times a good whetstone is just as effective as a weeks worth of prayer. Regardless, I am eager to set out once more under your jurisdiction. Archmages always hoard the best goodies and trinkets."

Dwan opened his mouth to answer when suddenly Maximus came crashing to the floor with a rather surprised and very unheroic yelp. All eyes turned to look at the gladiator and he arose from his slumber shaken and dusty from his fall. The chair upon which he’d been sitting appears to have crumbled completely into dust – actually pink iridescent dust that seems to cling to Maximus’s armour and clothing like sparkly glue. As much as he tries to brush it off, it just seems top spread further over his armour.

Matthias’ bird suddenly squawks loudly, “Pretty in Pink! Caw! Caw! Caw! Pretty in Pink!”

“Do you might if we continue Maximus?” Dwan asks while barely holding back laughter. The Dwarf clears his throat, “This is why I never trust wooden chairs. Give me a stone bench any day. Now, back to the business at hand. I want you to go as the scouting party to be sure. But I don’t believe for a minute that this is what it appears to be – so I’m sending you people. I think that someone or something is using the Zephur legend as a front to cover something else. You have been my best weapon against unknown strangeness and when a hammer works, you don’t change it for a pair of tongs. As to you Dapple Moon, you be going for the same reason you went on the last two missions – because some people tell me you are indispensable as a team member and apparently good at those dark arts that we need not list here. No one is forcing you to go though and I have no need for you in prison. I’m sure that Fast Toes could supply me with another one better than you, and let the hobbit decide your fate.”

“The reason I bring up the blood wars, despite some inventive histories, is the gates.” Gwanele continued, “Matthias is correct in the knowledge that the gates were the key to the demons that attacked this realm. Instead of providing instantaneous transport to another part of this world, they opened up rifts in the dimension itself. The gems you found at the tower were cut in a particular way that, when I researched it, was used as the focus for the elven gates. Now no one alive knows how to make one or even activate it if they did. It is believe that you couldn’t without the old magic of the elves anyway. But, you have gems cut for gates, a commander with a demon’s arm, demon’s possessing, and a powerful old magic artifact all in one place over a short time – all linked to the empire. It makes me nervous.”

Dwan added, “Now this probably has nothing to do with this mission, but you keep surprising me with your ability to find trouble. So I wanted you to know about this, just in case.”

Gwanele nodded, “One more thing. The being that held Alloryn called herself the Green Goddess and from what we can tell of your reports, was weak in darkness and powerful in the sun. I could find no reference to a green goddess or even a demon of that nature.”

(Assuming some conversation)

“It will be a five day journey to the town of Hevlorn. Supplies will be made available as well as funds out of the promised payment. Each of you will receive a pair of healing potions and holy water will be available to any who feel the need. Any questions?”

Posted on 2008-10-05 at 20:28:38.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: np

I have been tending to a sick babe (double ear infections) so I haven't been a posting machine either. Hopefully Cathy and I will manage some time this weekend.

Posted on 2008-10-03 at 18:25:18.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: control

For NPCing Asher, I would prefer a PC take the reins, not me.


Posted on 2008-10-02 at 16:16:20.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: wait a sec

Blammm - you are not delaying this game. I have been taking care of my son who developed an infection in both ears and throat on Saturday pass. Cathy has been travelling since Sunday so I have been struggling with sick son, work and a lack of sleep - hence no post from me.

As I have a newborn, a daughter on the edge of puberty and a wife who travels for work, I do fully understand real life issues. That is why this game is so leisurely.

I would sooner cut off my arm than lose Asher. I am more than willing to NPC him for awhile until you can get back on your feet. I would also remind you that your post doesn't have to be award winning every time. A couple of paragraphs of intentions and thoughts are enough for now.

If you do choose to drop out, it will sadden me but I will understand as I go through RL problems all the time. However, this game and cwwllo keep me sane, so I stick to them.

Posted on 2008-10-02 at 12:26:40.

Topic: Lady Vanadia's Birthday
Subject: Lady Vanadia's Birthday

Just wanted to share - today is Vanadia's birthday. Please join me in wishing her a very happy birthday as she had to spend today on the road traveling from Phillie to New Jersey.

I love you honey! Looking forward to when you come home.

Happy Birthday! Woohoo!

Posted on 2008-09-30 at 19:36:38.

Topic: To Olan!!
Subject: Never drink and surf

Drunk web surfing to the Inn can lead to waking up in the morning naked in a hot tub with Grugg and a cocktail waitress named Lola.

Not speaking from experience.

Oh, and We love you Man. In an arm wrestle, let's go invade a country, brotherly kinda way.

Posted on 2008-09-29 at 11:49:14.

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: in the Saloon tunes

Dr.McGuire’s. 5:30 pm

“He gonna be a’right?”

He’s gonna be right as rain. In fact, I have already disconnected him from the monitor and he’s sleeping normally. His girl will be coming to take him home soon.”

“Good,” Sam nodded, “good. Listen, there was a woman wit’ me at th’ bank… Miss Brigit… I notice she ain’t here. Reckon that means she’s okay t’boot? That is ta say, she din’t get all shot up er uglified er nothin’, right?”

The doctor laughs softly to himself, “No, Miss Brigit is doing fine, thanks to your efforts. Still as pretty and turning heads as a pretty woman is prone to do.”

“Ku,” Sam breathed a sigh of relief. “Whatcha know ‘bout that schoolmarm, anyhoo, Doc? Don’ recollect ever runnin’ inta a woman quite like her anywhere’s else, get me?”

“Well, there is a lot of talk around here about her, but I find that the prettier the woman, the more dirty the talk if you catch my meaning. She’s an ambitious one, I can say that and not above using what she’s got to her advantage, but in this end of the verse, you work with the tools you got.”

(Assume some sort of agreement here)

“What I don’t get is her and JW. They says they’re engaged but frankly, JW has only one love and that is a card table. His mine is his second mistress and Brigit doesn’t strike me as a woman who can play a third.”

*Thump, Thump, Thump*

The doctor looks up towards the doorway, “Excuse me Mr. Dash. That will be Mary.” And he leaves the room. Sam can hear the sound of conversation through the open door and then the Doc returns with a pretty brown haired woman. She looks directly at Albert and runs to his side. The teller comes to with the commotion and there is a tearful moment as the couple hold each other. Sam can’t help but notice that the Doctor can watch them as they embrace and talk about love. He is clearly pained to see the display of love and affection.

“Excuse me Miss Mary,” The Doc says after clearing his throat, “But you best be taking Albert home and let him rest there. Now Albert, you come back tomorrow and I’ll see to those burn marks, but the shot I gave you should dull any pain until then. Now you head right to bed now and get some rest. No, use the back door, it will be easier. Yes, yes, yes, it was nothing. You all go home, ya’ hear.” He says as he escorts them to the door. After they leave, he closes the door and walks over to a far cabinet, opens the door and moves some bottles around. He pulls out a bottle of whiskey – high end stuff from the black JD on the bottle, and a couple of glasses. He pours himself a half full glass and promptly empties it. He pours another and puts the bottle on the counter, next to the other glass. “Feel free to help yourself when the knitter is done. No good for you now, but once you are done, a glass or two won’t do anything but help you sleep. I’m gonna see about some dinner and then head to bed afterwards, but I’ll bring you in something to eat and check on you before I do.”

The Roads to the Saloon 4:30 -5:00

The newspaper man wouldn’t let up on Wyatt. Charles finally had a story worth printing and he wanted to get it badly. So much so that the words coming from the new Sheriff didn’t really matter as much as the idea of having a sheriff in town.

Wyatt stopped cold in the street, his head lowered slightly, his eyes on the ground. When he spoke, his tone was the messenger of death. “Mister, you’re Shiah Hwa, an’ if’n you print that Da Shiang La Se La Ch’wohn Tian you’re gonna find yerself losing more’n a few of yer readers when I pack up and burn atmo leavin’ this dirt rock for the vultures. Bai Tuo, Uhn Jin Yee Dien”

Charles stopped in the street and paled visibly. “Um…I don’t really see the need for such language sir.” He stepped back in fear of the man who had brought Ethan Ludlow down, “I …umm…Why don’t we talk another time … when you are in a better …I mean a more personable mind.” And he back pedaled as fast as dignity would let him before deciding to out and out run.

The rest of the way, no one asked him questions or called out to him, but they were all watching, as if hoping beyond hope that they could lay their fears to rest at the feet of someone willing to wear a badge.

Lawrence Saloon

Willow and James sat together talking while Wyatt and Asher moved directly towards JW. Willow noticed the blonde lady at the bar and asked, “James darling, who is that lady at the bar?”

James looked over at the lady and back at Willow, “I don’t rightly know. She came in on the same ship as JW, but left the ship as soon as it was on the ground and came directly here. Not much into talking, Lord knows that Lisa has tried.” He says.

Wyatt accepts the chips from JW, secretly pleased that he has payment when things were beginning to look like anything would happen to prevent this job from being a simple one. Wyatt steps forward and takes the stack up in hand, offering J.W. a nod before stepping back again. “Not the gamblin’ type, but thanks anyway. Look, there’s this other thing: those about town have taken t’ callin’ me, or Asher here, sheriff. Now, I don’t wanna go pissin’ on people’s boots, but I’d appreciate it if’n you could call ‘em off a bit? I’m gonna have enough trouble linin’ up additional work without there bein’ some negative connotation attached t’ my name, dohn-ma?”

JW nods, “People here are in a bit of a bind, and you are the first they have seen of a man who stands up for his own. Can’t blame them for wanting a piece of you. Hell, I wish that I could offer you the job, but I knows you don’t want it. Listen, there is a meeting tomorrow morning of the leaders and the like of this town. Why don’t you come out, it is at the meeting hall over the bank, and I can tell everyone then and there you ain’t no sheriff. It will be the fastest way to get the news across.”

(assuming an answer here of nay or yay)

Wyatt goes over to the bar and hands in his chips. The bartender, a Chinese man of above average height and broad muscular shoulders, glances at the chips and says, “Quan! (one thousand) I have to give you platinum and credit notes Da yeh or else I call Pete to open vault.”

(I am gonna assume you have no problem with notes since you were willing to do a wire transfer)

The bartender counts out the coin and notes in mandarin for you to assure accuracy. “What can I get you?”

Wyatt orders a soda and Asher, milk. The Chinese man stares back at them for awhile, as if he’s expecting a punch line or something. “Mo Min Chi Meow this is a saloon Da yeh not a nursery store. If it can’t make you fall down and sleep, we don’t serve it! Dohn ma?”

(assume you will order something else or go without)

James and Willow come up to the table after Wyatt leaves with his chips. James introduces Willow to JW and also to the other men at the table, “Willow, this is JW our man in parliament. Bailey Sachett is the mining engineer. Over here is Chad Sloat (picture Viggo Mortensen in ROTK), the mining union representative and this here is Major Montebank (picture Michael Sloan from “The Equalizer”), the superintendent of the mine.”

The Major stands and bows to Willow as a proper gentlemen would when introduced to a lady. Chad stands up and bows too, but awkwardly, like he has no idea why he’s doing this but feels he has to follow the lead. JW offers his hand and greets Willow pleasantly but doesn’t get up. Greetings and small talk ensue. In a short time Willow determines that Major Montebank was an officer for the alliance during the war, but he doesn’t like to brag or bring it up much as there are people here who fought on the other side. Chad is a nervous sort who views Montebank with some hostility although it is not reciprocated. JW is pleasant and charming in his own direct manner but he is more interested in getting back to the cards. The senator looks Willow in the eyes when talking and his eyes never stray to her body as most men would, even the Major and Chad. Sensing some discomfort, Willow brings the conversation around.

“I know we’ve been paid for our delivery, and I thank you for the kindness.” Willow smiles charmingly, “The same blockade that stopped deliveries coming in would be an equal barrier to anything leaving, hmm? Care to take advantage of our soon to be empty cargo bay?”

“No worries on the embargo.” JW answers, “The Allliance just wants to make sure nothing on to the planet that can help us mine. You could fly a ship full of drugs, weapons and concubine slaves pass them and they wouldn’t even say boo. Beggin’ your pardon Miss. As to cargo, well, as I was saying to your captain here, we be having a meeting at the hall above the bank tomorrow morning. I think it will be of interest to you and yours and there will definitely some cargo to go, and perhaps some to come back.”

“We going to need more ummm containers.” Bailey says looking at his cards and folding, “We’ll use up most of this shipment in priming.”

“You going to have your election Chad?” The major asks a little too casually.

“As soon as I get the miners in order and in one place. You can’t stop me Major! The guild deserves a voice here. Someone to …”

“Cool off Chad, I’m just asking. Seems like this would be the best time, If these people are heading out, you could register at the nearest guildhouse.” The Major discards and take a card, “I may not think much of the Guild but I am perfectly willing to let others join whatever causes they want. If you need a gathering place, this would be the place. You could have a general meeting tomorrow here before the shifts start”

“Willow, it’s time t’ return t’ the ship,” Wyatt called from the bar, his drink done. Then, as an afterthought. “There’s a wave came through for ya earlier as well. Thought you’d like t’ know.”

“Alas, my love,” Willow said to James, “My captain calls and I must follow. Thank you for a wonderful evening.” She brought her face close to his and gave him a kiss, one that was both light and sweet, but could have so easily deepened into more. Eyes sparkling, she touched those soft lips with her fingers, and then squeezed his hand in goodbye. Before he could argue, she rose, swiftly, and glided to the captain, taking the offered elbow and nodding another goodbye to JW.

JW arose and walked towards the doorway with you, “Let me see you out. There’s something I want to mention to you just between us folk.”

You pass through the saloon doors and out into the street. JW turns to you and talks in a low voice, “Listen. Them there Alliance squad were very interested in that Ethan Ludlow. So much so they took his body with them. Now the squad captain said that Ethan had a father and two other brothers. One of the brothers was around these parts, a real mean one too, but he left awhile ago, I’m told. But Ethan’s father is a commandant in the alliance military; I think she said his name was Horatio. Yeah, Horatio and Ethan and Edward and Ernest. Anyway, thought I would warn you but they got no tie to you. When they asked about the shooting, everyone played dumb and said we arrived and they’s was dead. The folk around here they didn’t pay much attention to, and those they did would say it was the sheriff, which you ain’t, right. But I’d won’t go bragging around none, not that you strike me as the bragging type.”

(interject conversation here)

“Well, I’ll see you in a few hours. Best get back in there before the cards get cold or Chad and the Major start to come to blows. I ain’t a senator as much as I’m a babysitter.”

OOC: I’m going stop here and post because I have had this going now for five days and no end in sight. So post if you wish. Blammm can slip in a back post. Vanadia has expressed an interest in changing her action of returning to the ship. There was mention of some sneaking and snooping but I haven’t seen evidence of that beyond Willow pumping James.

If no one posts by the weekend, I'll continue with my previous plan.

Posted on 2008-09-24 at 23:38:52.

Topic: Scary Stuff
Subject: what a strange thing to say

Pekka Soderval (Raven) works for Nokia. I think that Pekka is about the equivalent to Peter in North America - very common.

Posted on 2008-09-23 at 16:31:37.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: relax

I am just messing with you. Go ahead and post and let the chips fall where they may.

Why do all my players get so paranoid????

BTW - Tann, if you don't get to a post don't worry. You are fixing the mule right now which doesn't require a whole lot from Wolf at the moment.

Posted on 2008-09-22 at 15:04:29.
Edited on 2008-09-22 at 15:06:44 by Alacrity

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: finishing my thoughts

Too tired...

What I meant to say in that last entry is that my post is rather lengthy as it covers a lot of things over a long period of time. Because of that, my post will delayed a day or two - so if you wish to post Blammm, that is fine by me. I will weave whatever you give me int othe storyline.

However - if you can't post by the end of the day (Monday) please let me know. Believe it or not, your actions will influence things in this bar and I need to know. The right chain of event occurs and you are sitting pretty for the evening. Wrong chain of events and you are Sheriff Wyatt's first arrest for murder. Not that those are the only two options, but they are the extremes.

Posted on 2008-09-22 at 13:56:53.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: yo bobbo

Adrian! Come out to play!

Posted on 2008-09-22 at 13:49:35.

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