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Thread: - Chase an Unexpected Bounty!
Board: Beneath Wild Skies
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Jergard Stanton

posted... Gambling? I'm in! 
on Wed 16 Nov 2016 @ 12:43 PM (PBW Time)

It's a tight squeeze with the gatling gun taking up most of the interior space of the wagon, but Stanton manages to clean himself up somewhat and change in to clean clothes before stepping into the saloon. He nods to the bartender and makes his way to the card tables.

"Evening, Gentlemen. Mind if I take a seat?"

He makes small talk with the gamblers and subtly asks about his "friend" George.


posted... For the Preacher 
on Wed 16 Nov 2016 @ 3:06 PM (PBW Time)


Sal Harrington doesn't seem to be here. The man who serves you is big enough, but leaner than Soapy's description and sporting a rough brown beard instead of an impressive mustache. He also seems ... new. It's not just his flannel shirt (odd for ANY bartender), but he seems a bit unfamiliar with the whole bartending process. No one complains, but probably because the guy is huge and has a mean look in his cold blue eyes. He's not spiteful towards you or anything, just curt - but he still has the manner of a man of violence.

Plus the signs - calloused knuckles, scars on his face, the knife on his belt and gun in a chest-rig present even when tending bar, and the two or three hidden weapons around the bar he always stays in arm's reach of.

Looking around the rest of the room, everyone else seems at ease. There is the requisite level of carousing for this time of day - brisk business and people betting in cash, chips, or gold dust. Plenty of ladies laughing and finding their business. One in particular seems to have taken an interest in Stanton, but that's probably not unusual.

Aaaand ... oh, that's definitely a gunslinger on the payroll over there in the corner. He has a well-made but not ostentatious holster-rig holding his well-oiled hand-iron, and his place at the end of the bar gives him a good view of the entire saloon. He's relaxed, with his short, buckskin coat draped casually on the stool next to him and a glass of whiskey in his hand, but he's clearly alert and ready. Looks like he's noticed you too, with your fancy weapons rig, and he gives you a slight nod, one dangerous man to another.


posted... For Stanton 
on Wed 16 Nov 2016 @ 4:15 PM (PBW Time)

  Stanton takes in the room in a very different way.

He finds a decent game and sits down. Talking to the miners (and one cough syrup salesman), he asks casually about his friend George.

The table goes quiet at the first question.

"You're not here to kill him are you?" a miner named Jim says.

You give the miner a sardonic look, and the table bursts into laughter at the joke.

You narrow down the "George" you're looking for as a newcomer - maybe a guy just passing through, who would have shown up with some friends, and who would have known Sal Harrington - and get some good info:

"Yeah, there was a George came through here day 'afore yesterday lookin' fer Sal. Had to tell him the sad news that Sal ain't with us no longer."

"Don't make it sound like he's dead, Jim."

Jim, apparently the funny guy at the table, chuckles. "I know - can't help it."

The other guy, Matt, continues: "Sal sold the place and moved on. George seemed to take that kinda hard, but said he'd stick around for a bit, anyway. I don't think he did, though, 'cause he was gone come the mornin'."

You ask where he stayed, and apparently it was right here in the Tommyknocker, but no one here at THIS table saw him or his friends leave.

And don't think you haven't noticed the saloon girl checking you out.

"Blondie" The Preacher

posted... Buckshot John 
on Wed 16 Nov 2016 @ 7:31 PM (PBW Time)

The preacher politely nods back at the gunman and finishes his drink. With the ruckus that Stanton has been kicking up over at the card tables, he's been overhearing bits and pieces of the rowdy miners conversation over the piano player.

Thinking about it for a moment, the preacher decides to try his own form of information gathering. Calmly he turns to the payroll gunman and asks, "Care to join me for a drink? Cards aren't really my game, i'm looking for something bigger."

Providing the man is friendly enough, he'd ask for his name, (hint hint in title), what his career is and frankly the preacher would answer truthfully in kind, "Don't let the rig fool ya, I'm a preacher, I go where i'm called and so far it's been to some very nasty places. Best to be prepared. Oh, the collar, it's safe in a box on my horse. People get the wrong idea when I wear it with irons. Funny how they do that." "Besides, drinking isn't a vice." "This place so dangerous that it takes more than Paul Bunyan here to watch over it?" "No sir, i'm not looking to cause trouble, trouble went and found me. I'm just trying to see where it went after shooting up my friend." "Anyone come by here with a big mechanical arm that hides a gun in it?" "I heard this place was owned by a big fella with a handlebar mustache named Sal, was good friends with trouble. Any idea why he split town?"

If the man is not too friendly, or not wanting to converse, he'd strike up the same conversation with the Barkeep, including the Paul Bunyan compliment since the man "looks like he could chop a tree down in a single swing and another on the back-swing."

Jergard Stanton

posted... Pouring on the charm 
on Fri 25 Nov 2016 @ 4:07 PM (PBW Time)

Stanton nods his thanks to the conversation, and with a wink at the saloon girl he takes his leave of the table, settling up accounts. "Thanks for the game, fellas, but if you'll excuse me I've got to see a man about a horse."

He ambles over to the saloon girl making doe eyes at him, and starts chatting her up, asking particularly about strange men coming and going recently though the Tommyknocker. (does she remember Neville and his gang leaving, etc.)


posted... charm is as charm does 
on Tue 29 Nov 2016 @ 6:58 PM (PBW Time)

  Stanton makes his way over to the saloon girl - a beautiful, experienced-looking brunette wearing a black and blue corset that makes all KINDS of soft promises.

"How do, newcomer," she starts, batting long lashes over her smokey eyes. "Name's Dinah."

Is that a hint of a southern accent?

Yes. Yes it is.

The small talk is easy - Dinah's a breeze to talk to. When the conversation swings around to Neville and his gang, though, she starts to look away, mouth pursing. Does she look ... worried?

"Not here, sugar," she tells you quietly. "Later - in private. Mine's the last room on the left. Come on by when you're done down here."

With that, she knocks back the whiskey she's been nursing, stands, and gives Stanton a great view as she saunters away.


posted... Buckshot John 
on Tue 29 Nov 2016 @ 7:15 PM (PBW Time)

  The Preacher walks up to the gunslinger and asks, "Care to join me for a drink? Cards aren't really my game, i'm looking for something bigger."

He arcs an eyebrow over his drink and says, "How much bigger?"

"Blondie" The Preacher

posted... A Ticket to Red Horse Gulch 
on Fri 2 Dec 2016 @ 7:10 PM (PBW Time)

The preacher knocks back his drink easily enough, but can't help but stifle a bit of a cough. It might not be a super high class establishment, but the drinks aren't watered down, which the preacher didn't quite expect. Seems the bartender hasn't been doing this for very long.

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand the preacher calmly answers the gunslinger's question, "I'd say something about six feet tall with a metal arm and brown hair. That's about the size of what I'm after. Last I heard, he was headed this way, any chance you saw where he went?"

Jergard Stanton

posted... Killing time 
on Fri 2 Dec 2016 @ 10:26 PM (PBW Time)
[Also, the way you described Dinah reminds me this scene in the beginning of Westworld:]

Stanton makes his way to the bar after Dinah's invitation and drops some coins in exchange for libations. He knocks back the first shot and turns, leaning his back against the bar to watch the rest of the room.

After people watching for a time and no more than two drinks (Stanton wants to be clear headed after all ... ish), he makes his way upstairs, to the last room on the left.

'Buckshot John

posted... Thataway 
on Sun 4 Dec 2016 @ 8:47 AM (PBW Time)

"You know, big guy like that did come through," says John. "Hard to miss a fella like that - metal arm and all. Spent some time here and moved on. That's all I know, I'm afraid."

He glances up briefly to nod at Dinah - the woman Stanton was talking to - as she passes.

"Why're you looking for him?"

(By the way - sitting this much closer to him, you notice that Buckshot's revolver seems oddly ... oversized.)


posted... thickening plot. 
on Sun 4 Dec 2016 @ 8:57 AM (PBW Time)

  While the Preacher converses amiably with the resident gunhand, Stanton heads up the stairs to Dinah's room. It's about the same as a dozen other such rooms Stanton has seen - in slightly better repair, though - with new green wallpaper and a sizable 4-post bed just to the left of the door, big wardrobe on the opposite wall. It's currently standing open, and Dinah is putting away her skirts - leaving Stanton with an even better view than before.

"Come on in," she says. "Close the door - make yourself at home." Stanton does, and takes a seat on a small chair next to a vanity where an oil lamp lights the room. He notes that it has gotten quite dark since his arrival in Idaho Springs ...

Dinah sits down on a bed after a few moments and says, "Okay. Here's the thing, I don't think that Nevill fellah has left town at all." Stanton notes that her southern accent is gone - replaced by a native Coloradan one. "Well, that is to say, I think he was TAKEN out of town."

"Blondie" The Preacher

posted... According to Law 
on Mon 5 Dec 2016 @ 9:06 PM (PBW Time)

Back downstairs, the Preacher does his best to ignore the fact that his partner in arms may have just have met his silver-tongue'd match.

Not exactly the same pious man that he may have been years ago, the preacher doesn't give it too much thought and is thankful for the rowdy environment.

"Why am I looking for him?" The preacher chews on this question for a moment. It's a good question and not one that the preacher had spent much time really thinking about. Why is he tracking down this obviously dangerous man across god's country? He doesn't owe the Marshal anything really, but strangely, the preacher liked the cut of Luciens jib. No point in lying, the preacher gets his story before looking straight into the gunman's eyes, "Years of reading the stories of the good book have taught me that there's the law of man, then the law of the Lord. Every man must walk on a fine line of respect between the two. Those that run roughshod on it, find mysterious forces conspiring against them. Those that spit on the line and show no respect whatsoever to God or man wind up reaping the evil seeds they sew." The preacher stops talking for a bit to let out a light laugh, he didn't meant to start a sermon, but here it is. "Sorry about that, old habits and all. Bluntly speaking, he gunned down a Marshal I made a promise to. So here I am, fulfilling that promise, preferably alive."

The preacher tilts his head slightly as he tries to get a better look at Buckshot John's weapon, "I don't mean to offend you sir, but I haven't seen a big iron quite that large before. Is there a story behind it?"

Jergard Stanton

posted... Taken? 
on Sat 10 Dec 2016 @ 12:32 PM (PBW Time)

Stanton leans forward in his chair. "Taken? Big fella like that?" Stanton thinks for a minute.

"I was in a tussle with him and a few of his goons back in Denver. Didn't seem like nothin could make him leave if he didn't wanna. Who took him?"


posted... gotcha 
on Tue 13 Dec 2016 @ 12:11 PM (PBW Time)

  "Why," says Dinah with a devilish smile, "I did."

Stanton is confused - not just by Dinah's strange answer, but by the odd way the entire room is sliding to the left ...

Or is that himself, sliding to the right ...?

His vision gets blurry and he quickly realizes that he's been drugged - and that it's working fast!

'Buckshot John

posted... why they call me ... 
on Tue 13 Dec 2016 @ 12:15 PM (PBW Time)

John seems to think about it a moment, then takes out his larger-than-normal revolver. "It's why then call me 'Buckshot John,'" he explains. "It doesn't fire your regular rounds - takes 20 gauge shotgun shells."

"Blondie" The Preacher

posted... Gun Law 
on Tue 13 Dec 2016 @ 6:02 PM (PBW Time)

"Hoo-ee," The preacher manages a plaintive whistle, "I feel sorry for the feller that stands against you when you're workin'."

Calmly he finishes his drink, getting the sense that Ol' Buckshot here isn't much in the mood for talking. Perhaps he's just not interested in talking to a preacher. Either way, a man that packs that much firepower in a pistol means he's hunting for bear or bigger. Perhaps changing the topic might suit the man.

"John, I'm just passing through and soon I'll be on my way farther west to find that troublesome fellow. Before I mosey out of here, I was wondering if there was a bookstore or maybe a church in town. When I left Denver a few days ago, I crossed paths with something that...well, something that's supposed to be only in the legends of the savages, if you get my drift. Would there happen to be someone around here I could talk to about it?"

Sensing Buckshot John's quizzical yet discerning look, "Don't look at me like that, there are mysteries in this world that even the good book is incapable of explaining. I've learned that the hard way. I'll be happy to pay for your drinks and be on my way for your time."

Plan: Let Buckshot answer, pay for his drinks, linger for a bit "I've got to get my courage up and my story straight before charging off to see someone that'll probably laugh in my face.", then leave the Saloon/hotel, preferably to enter a store or shop across the way (or just hang outside for a bit) in a location that lets the preacher watch the Saloon/hotel.

Jergard Stanton

posted... Son of a ... 
on Wed 14 Dec 2016 @ 12:18 PM (PBW Time)

** EDITED December 14, 2016, 12:18 pm **

Thinking quickly as the room spin around him, Stanton takes stock. It doesn't feel like a poison, and even if it is it's too late to do anything about it.

Dinah and the bar tender seem to want him alive, and if she took Nevill she'll probably take him to the same place.

He palms a lock pick and transfers it to his cheek as he brings his hand to his lips, physically remembering the whiskey.

"Son of a ..." Stanton falls and leaves himself to Dinah's plans.

Stanton's plans:
Likely scenario is he'll wake up somewhere, bound without his equipment and/or clothing. When he wakes up and finds himself alone he'll attempt to escape his bindings, using the lockpick in his cheek if necessary. Then make it up as he goes along from there, hopefully reuniting with his equipment and the Preacher before too long.

'Buckshot John

posted... that's odd 
on Mon 19 Dec 2016 @ 6:42 AM (PBW Time)

Stanton passes out a few moments before he hits the floor, but not before he manages to slip a lockpick into his mouth. He just hopes he doesn't swallow it ...


Back downstairs, Buckshot tells the Preacher with a shrug, "Don't matter none to me what another man wants to read. There's a shop with the kind of thing you're looking for at the west end of town, near the fire brigade's shack."

As the Preacher's getting up to leave, he hears a thud from upstairs. The other patrons chuckle, and Jim yells a crude remark at the ceiling ("Keep 'er on the bed!"), but there's something about the way Buckshot and the Bartender hesitate before they join in the laughter ...

"Blondie" The Preacher

posted... A Woman's Fool 
on Fri 23 Dec 2016 @ 5:13 PM (PBW Time)

... it means they know something which piques the preacher's interest. It doesn't stop him from laughing at the appropriate time though and paying for his and Buckshot's drink like he promised.

Taking note of where "the shop" is, the preacher lingers only for a bit before leaving. He doesn't actually get all that far away from the Saloon/hotel, just to a better spot where he can watch from the outside. He didn't see a rear entrance to the place, but that doesn't mean there isn't one.

Sure, a thud like the one he heard can mean there's some heavy duty bedroom activities occurring, or it could mean something much more sinister. Either way, if Stanton is dead, his body is going to have to come out of there somehow. If he's alive and that Saloon gal hit the floor, the preacher doesn't want to be anywhere near Buckshot when the discovery is made.

Best to stand outside for a bit and just see what's going to happen. If Stanton doesn't show up in a while, the preacher will at least have put on a good show of feigned indifference for a bit, followed by searching behind the saloon "looking for an outhouse and stumbled back here."


posted... What to See 
on Thu 23 Jan 2020 @ 12:37 AM (PBW Time)

  The Preacher picks a spot where he can watch the alleyway behind the saloon. It's dark, but not long after he spots some figures coming out that look suspiciously like a woman and a large man carrying something heavy. They move to the street behind the saloon to what might be a cart (you can only see part of it), where they load the heavy thing. The big man heads back towards the saloon, and the woman gets up on the cart. Then the cart drives off, pulled by probably horses (again, you can't see much down the narrow alley).
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