The Wild Wild West. IC

[DMBlackhart]

Life in the wastes was no different then it was before the bombs dropped. Well, exceptions apply to this. Such as the unfiltered, pest ridden, irradiated water; and the lack of vegitation, or inhabitable areas...

Other then all that, life in the wastes wasen't much different since the bombs fell.


Our story begins in the slightly forested town of redding. Or, whats left of it.
The city itself remains a ghost town, sitting lower down the hills from the mining town that now takes the name redding.
The town is best known for it's gold mines, casinos, and drug problems. The couple thousand residence, most of which are miners, make up the city of redding, along with the vying mining factions. The Kakoweef mines, and the Morningstar mines.

It's another acid rainy day in the wastes, the miners that aren't ODed are busy in the mines, and the citizens are in the hotels, casinos, shops, and bars escaping the rain, and trying to keep their spirits up in these miserable times.

( Note, this IS a sandbox game, so I will basically be making up "quests" on the fly. Depending on what interests you/where you go. for now, lets start off with a bit of RP to get you all into the scene.)

[Milskidasith]

Tanner looks around at the wooden buildings that make up the town. He wasn't really interested in them. Even if they had ammo, it would take forever to break in, and from his experience in the Vault, probably would be illegal. The rain didn't bother him; it frequently rained in the wastes before, and while it stung a little, it wasn't all that bad. He figured it wasn't worth his time trying to break into the houses for shelter, either.

Instead, he searches for a place to trade in the Gecko skins he got travelling around the wastes, and maybe find some .223 ammo. He heads towards the nearest shop he can find and opens the door without even attempting to knock; he had lived in the wastes too long to remember such trivial pleasantries.

[Talking Donkey]

Jennessen

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A young woman sits at the bar, easily identifiable to any who know her, and even a few who don't. "Shark, look I'm telling you, you would've been raider bait if I hadn't saved your ass on that last escort mission, the least you can do is buy me another drink." The man grumbles a bit before agreeing and calls the waitress over to order another round of drinks, slapping her rear as she departs. "Darling," Shark begins, "you best be glad I like you, otherwise I wouldn't be putting with your ****." Jennessen laughs a little, finishes her drink and waits on the waitress to bring the new one. "Shark, as ugly as you are, you better be glad I put up with your ****." At that the whole table, including Shark laughed. "Come one wench, get those drinks over here." Looking at Jennessen, Shark continues, "You know, we got another caravan leaving in three days, headed all the way down to the Hub, you interested? Pays big." Sharks beady eyes nearly crossed as they looked over his beady nose at Jennessen, awaiting her response. "Not this time Shark, I'm gonna stick around here, spend some caps, see what I can get into. I'll see you when you get back though."

The waitress returns with the drinks and everyone goes back to side conversations, Jennessen scans the bar looking for any newcomers, or anything that seems out of place.

[Goblinsplitter]

Making his way slowly through Redding, a large black and tan wheeled robot rolls down the middle of the street whistling to himself. Occasionally he stops and asks miners that don't look too strung out on drugs for directions. Not use to navigating around a large human settlement it takes him a while to find the more lively part of town, although he is not really in a hurry anyways. He pauses and scans the various bars and shops, then choses a random shop and rolls on in after the shaggy headed man enters before him. "I am here to requisition some ammunition."

[Milskidasith]

Tanner turns towards the strange contraption. He wasn't quite sure what it was, but he'd seen enough things in the Wastes he wasn't really suprised. Tanner had seen some other metal contraptions once or twice, shouting some kind of message about President Eden, so he figured he was kind of similar to those, although this one looked a lot more dangerous. Tanner starts speaking in a gruff voice, and while he hasn't had much occasion to speak, he still remembers most of the old words.

You too, bolts? I was just about to run out of ammo for 'ole Colt, Tanner motions to a rifle strapped to his leg, when I found this place. Figured it'd be easier to get ammo here then shooting up some Raiders and hoping for the best.

[Talking Donkey]

Jennessen

After a few more drinks, Jennessen decides to make her way towards the local shop to see if the new shipment from Scrapyard arrived on time. "Thanks for getting the drinks Shark." She says with a wink and a smile. Shark says nothing, just a nod and a wave.

As Jenessen enters the store she notices a large robot and another man she has never seen before. "How are ya?" she says to the man, before looking to the robot. "Hi" she says as she keeps walking towards the store counter. "The new shipment make it in yet? Anything good on it?" Jennessen asks inquisitively of the shop keep.

[Milskidasith]

Tanner turns towards the woman who had just arrived, looking over her quickly. She didn't seem like much of a threat, but he could never be too careful. She didn't dress very safely for somebody living in the wastes, that's for sure. Again, he begins to speak gruffly.

I need ammo, and then I'll be heading out again. I don't have any money, or whatever passes for money here, but I've got some gecko skins I'd like to sell.

Tanner motions towards his back, where two massive skins were rolled up and tied to him, good for who knows what. They made comfortable enough blankets during the night, but maybe they'd be worth more to the shopkeeper.

[DMBlackhart]

The shopkeep is thrown off his gaurd as only minutes later from the gruff "hunter's" entrance, a rather alarming robot, followed by a chick who has seen better days barge into his shop.

Hay! Cain't none of ya read? we're closed!!

The man takes particular alarm at the robot, to which he responds by arming himself with a particularly polished, and effective sawed-off shotgun.

The man keeps the gun raised, and looks to the two humans in the group as he speaks.

That thing with ya'll? You should go tell the sherrif, don't want it malfunctioning or anything 'round here.

The shop-keerper seems to be a fairly aged man. Well weathered with a look of experiance on his face, as well as a look of someone who is no stranger to chemicals. Although not a miner, it seems the influence of reno's drug sellers have reached this old timer as well.

[Talking Donkey]

Jennessen
"Whoa, Meagen. It's me, Jennessen. Calm down. I just came to see if the new shipment came in, if it's a problem we can leave and come back tomorrow."

Edit: Didn't see DM's post either.
Re-Edit: Deleted post about Vault Dweller, I may add it again later though.

[Milskidasith]

When the shopkeeper starts shouting at him, Tanner turns around and with a fluid motion draws out his pistol, which, not knowing any better, he assumed was named "Deagle" from the markings on the side that read "D. Eagle." As he is pulling it out, he drops prone, still aiming for the man.

I don't read too much, it's raining outside, and I'm not in the mood for some crazy stimmed up bastard to point a gun at me. Put the gun down or Deagle will start talking, and when he talks, everybody listens, got me? All I want to do is trade in a few skins I don't need, get some ammo, and head back to the wastes.

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[Milskidasith]

Forgot, you can't edit in rolls.

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EDIT: And crap, you changed your post Donkey... I wouldn't walk away with somebody pointing a gun at me, so I dunno, I guess you ran and our conversation got cut short there. >_<

[DMBlackhart]

To Donkey (Feel free to omit that part about walking outside, unless you still stick by that option after this post.)

The shop-keeper looks around at you all, and lowers his shotgun, reckognizing the female a little more clearly. The man grabs a cracked pair of old glasses from the counter, shotgun at his side, and then takes another look at you all.

" Ah! O-oh my, sorry about all this trouble miss jennesen. Just wanted to be careful.. So that robut of yers, is he dangerous? Cause I don't want no trouble or nothin.

The shopkeeper seems almost reasonable until tanner draws his gun, although considering the shop-keepers actions, it only makes sense.

Boy put away that pee-shooter. If ya wanna keep your fingers you'll holster yer piece boy. Now if we are quite through with the greetings, the names Meagen... Ya I know what yer thinkin, "thats a girls name" well tough. It was my daddies name, and his daddies name, and HIS daddies name. So stop yer laughing and set those snake skins on the counter.

[Milskidasith]

Since we're being reasonable here, fine. As for your name, I don't really care if it's a girl or a boy's name.

Tanner stands up and holsters his Desert Eagle. He makes a show of dusting himself off, although he was dusty before he got into the store and really couldn't get any of it off anyway. He reaches onto his back and gets out the two Gecko skins, then walks out to the counter. When he gets there, he unrolls the two, laying them out flat.

Not in the best condition, but I'd bet somebody around here could make a nice coat out of them. I was lucky the raiders were attacking the Geckos before I got there; those things were tough enough even after being beat by their sledgehammers.

[Talking Donkey]

Jennessen

Wanting to avoid any more confrontation, at least for the moment Jennessen lies to the Meagen. "Yes sir, I recently acquired him. Finest robot in the wasteland if you ask me." Trying to change the subject she continues. "So, did that shipment come in? Curious if you got anything of interest in with it."

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[Goblinsplitter]

"I am TX-117, but you meat bags may call me Tex. I assure you sir I am perfectly maintained and have a log of all the maintenance I have performed on myself. I wish to requisition some ammunition and then I shall be on my way."

[DMBlackhart]

"Meagen" hears all of you out. And chuckles a bit at the gecko story before he hefts them away.

That I do lil' lady. Got some good rounds, and ALOT of food in. Although, you don't look underfed.

The man hefts up about 6 ammunition boxes, unlocking each with a seperate key on a very old, rusty key-ring.

So what'r ya'll lookin fer? I got some of yer basic armor piercin rounds fer yer little pee-shooter there boy. And I got some .35 rounds, and all the basics.


EDIT: List your ammos you want, and unles it's too unreasonable he SHOULD have some in-stock. ( the reason I asked for you to list it, is again, if it's like energy cells, or sniper rounds.. he might not have it.. maybe.)

[Milskidasith]

Tanner once again begins to speak while focusing on other things; mostly, what Meagan was doing, but also looking if there was any ammo for his rifle in stock.

Meat bag, eh? Do you always insult your owner that way, or is this something new?

When Meagan begins talking, Tanner focuses on him while speaking.

I need some ammo for this rifle. Tanner points to his leg. It takes .223 and 7.62 MM rounds. As for my "pea shooter" I'm pretty good on ammo for it right now. A bit of food would be nice, too.

[Goblinsplitter]

"I was not aware "meat bag" was insulting. My apologies. What shall this one call you?"

[Milskidasith]

You can just call me Tanner, if you want. Then again, seeing as you have the big guns around here, I don't think most people would complain if you called them whatever you want.

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What condition is our gear in? It can have between 0 and 10 boxes filled for condition. I'm assuming it's not perfect, but still functional, so maybe 3-4 boxes for all my gear? Also, ammo I want: either kind of .223 (for stronger ammo) or 7.62 MM (weaker ammo, and cheaper.)

EDIT: Put in the ammo I wanted (though I kind of already mentioned it.) What does our robot want, again?

[DMBlackhart]

( Why does your rifle take 2 different ammos milks?)
(Eh, I was just gonna ignore condition to start with, consider it dumb luck or some such, but if you are hell bent on accuracy then I would say 3 boxes is fair)

The elderly shop keeper takes out a few packs of rounds, just enough to cover the worth of the reptile pelts ( I unno, 100caps total?). After which he locks the cases and puts them back under the counter, picking up his shotgun once more, and putting actual rounds in it.

There ya go boy, a bit of everythin you'll need. You can even take the rations for free.

Meagen turns to jennesen once the purchases are delt with.

Ay, lass, ya might wanna go take your new toy down to the garage. I am sure ol' buck would wanna inspect it, he always was a bit eccentric when it came to machenery and such.

[Goblinsplitter]

"Indeed, Tanner. I am a model TX-117. Primary function personal protection and research and maintenance. Is that your weapon? My scans indicate it is not in proper functioning parameters. May I see it?"

[Milskidasith]

OoC: Somebody object to the statement I'm making IC.

As for taking two different types of ammo: It can use either 7.62 or .223. Yay for being versatile (though honestly .223 is just 7.62 ammo but with AP or DT ignoring properties, so W/E. 100 caps worth would be a grand total of 17 7.62 bullets, bringing me up to 20 total for my gun.

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Tanner grabs the ammo and, after putting it a couple of spare magazines, puts it into his pocket.

Thank you for the ammo, sir. Unless anybody here has any objections, I think I can head out as soon as I finish eating.

Tanner then grabs a couple rations and begins to eat one, leaning on the nearest wall. When Tex begins talking, he looks up at him.

Yeah, my weapons might be a little worse for the wear. You seem pretty knowledgable, so if you want to check it out, feel free.

Tanner unholsters his Desert Eagle and his Colt and hands them over to Tex, making sure the guns are pointed away from people at all times (no Luck rolls to shoot myself here. >_>)

[Talking Donkey]

Jennessen

"Sounds like a good idea. Well swing down that way if we get the chance." Jennessen smiles at Meagen, "Well if you didn't get anything new in, I guess I'll be back and check again in a few days or so." Thanks again. Oh, and Meagen, please don't threaten to shoot me next time... I might threaten back."

"So FRIENDS, shall we be on our way once you are done with your purchases and such?"

[DMBlackhart]

Heh, I woulden't had done nothin anyways if it werent for you scaring me with your robut there. With all the dust storms, an yoai guai round town ya gotta be careful ya know. Not to mention the bloody slavers and raiders.

The man takes the skins into the back room, returning after a few seconds.

Ya'll aren't thinkin of going out there this late? or in that rain are ya? Heh, you sure got some balls boy. Jennese, make sure the young man doesent fall out of line. Looks like he might hurt himself.

The man takes out a pack of ciggerets from his shirt pocket, lighting up what looks to be the last stick.

Ay jennese, if you can find me some smokes while yer out, I will be sur eta pay ya.

[Milskidasith]

If you've got somewhere I can stay, then I suppose I can wait out the rain.

Tanner turns towards Tex.

How's that weapon looking, Tex?

[Talking Donkey]

Jennessen

"I had planned on sleeping in the company vehicle again, but... with this many people maybe we should find somewhere else. Meagen, if you got a place we'll take it. If not, well head over to the bar'n see if they got a room. Oh, and don't worry, I'll rustle ya up some smokes'.

[Goblinsplitter]

"It is in fair condition. Give me some time and I shall return it to full functionality." He turns his attention towards the female "I do not require sleep, but if you wish I could enact my security protocols while you and the Tanner enter your dormitory period."

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Desert Eagle: (1d100)[14] vs 53%
Colt: (1d100)[11] vs 53%
Repair rolls for Tanner's guns. i assume over the course of the night I'll find two hours to work on his weapons.

[DMBlackhart]

Ah, I coulden't let a lil lady like yerself sit out in the cold, and rather acid, rain all night. Now could I? Well, I don't really trust the company ya keep, but whatever, if ya'll keep yer guns in the store room tonight, and keep yer robut outside I think I can put ya up for the night. Just try not to get the matress's TOO dirty, I still plan on sellin em.

The shopkeeper begins to head off, after making sure you comply with his requests, before he turns on one heel and speaks again.

Oh an, keep out of the basement please. I don't like to be disturbed when im workin

Jennese knew this man well, and knew too well what "workin" entailed. If there was any special stock in recently for the shop it was probably just some jet or other chems the old timer got to.

[DMBlackhart]

"It is in fair condition. Give me some time and I shall return it to full functionality." He turns his attention towards the female "I do not require sleep, but if you wish I could enact my security protocols while you and the Tanner enter your dormitory period."

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Desert Eagle: [roll0] vs 53%
Colt: [roll1] vs 53%
Repair rolls for Tanner's guns. i assume over the course of the night I'll find two hours to work on his weapons.

( Erm, not sure where you got the parts for it. I could allow it this one time, but really I will be a stickler for you having even BASIC parts/ equipment for lockpicking, repairs, and medical tasks. Even a sewing kit could work.... for all three. :p)

[Milskidasith]

Fair enough. Tex already has my guns, and I could use a rest on a nice bed for once. I'm sure you won't mind Tex keeping watch, right Meagan?

Tanner heads over to the one of the mattresses and kicks off his boots. Without any more ceremony, he lies on it and closes his eyes, trying to sleep.

OoC: I'm sure Meagan has a tool kit we can use to repair things.