Big City Living (Midpoint Mingle)

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The town of Midpoint: called thus because it is at the exact center of the game arena, a busy little Western town full of strange people, many of whom don’t look remotely human, because this is where all the players gather and live. Midpoint Saloon: called thus because it is the only bar in Midpoint. It’s also the biggest building in town, four stories high, dotted with windows, painted a jaunty yellow and decorated with red and green flowers in all the window boxes.

This is where your veteran teammate points you. Or just stomps off to and hopes you follow.

Downstairs is a bar and tavern, Old West style, right down to the upright piano in one corner and a raucous crowd of locals - largely locals, but with a healthy smattering of unusual or downright alien faces that clearly indicate the presence of other Players - eating, drinking, gambling, and getting into trouble. There’s a broad, bearded man behind the bar, waving cheerfully at you as you enter.

The rest of the night and the next day is yours to do with what you see fit. Explore the town, take a long nap in your new room, try to get to know people... everyone is here for the next twenty-four hours before travel to the mission site, so it’s a good chance to scope out the competition, at the very least.

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Booker's General Store

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The second largest building in Midpoint isn’t quite as impressively large, but still notable; twice as wide as the houses surrounding it and situated directly across from the Midpoint Saloon is a pleasant blue weatherboard building, with BOOKER’S GENERAL STORE written across a sign that stretches all the way across the narrow decking in front of its single door and wide windows.

From outside, it’s difficult to see through them, and inside clearly explains why: piled high on every wall and forming crowded isles across the floor are shelves stacked with goods: food, both fully cooked and raw ingredients, healthy and otherwise; sacks of grains, oats, a few hefty barrels, baskets, brooms and blankets, along with other household supplies; behind the eight-foot counter, the shelves are stocked with various kinds of mundane medical ingredients; and even higher sit various kinds of guns - pistols, mostly, but a few rifles sit on hooks, displayed properly if not immediately obviously.

And behind said counter, a tired and somewhat nervous looking man offers whoever enters the building a warm smile, and a quietly pleasant voice with a pronounced stutter. “Ah-- w-welcome, partner! Let me kno-know if you need anythi-i-ing at all!”

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