Big City Living (Midpoint Mingle)

[midpointmods]

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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[notabirdcostume]

She makes some good points. Sam knows it won't be so simple, but he's still very new to this whole game, not to mention the idea of having to be covert. He's very much in line with Steve on this one: he is not a spy. But he is a soldier and working with the Avengers had sharpened up some of his other skill sets, especially when it came to being observant and watching out for trouble.

So he nods, they'll be able to put at least a few pieces together an probably make some educated guesses if they just pay attention.

"I mean, I don't mind trying, but given the wide variety of people I'd be afraid they'd get me drunk first," he replies as he, too, dismounts. It's worth a shot, but at the same time Sam is only human and he's made friends with enough nonhumans to know that going in a drinking contest like that is just a bad idea.

"But I think I can handle just being observant, maybe try to get a few of the newer folks to drop their guard a bit...after all never know what the next round can bring." An opponent today was next round's teammate -- it's what made this place so annoying in Sam's opinion, but he tried to go with the flow in that particular regard.

[shadowsran]

There's something of a smile in reply, at least initially.

"You that easy to get drunk? Because unless you're real careful with that, this place will take a lot of advantage of it. Stay friendly, sty smart, no getting so far gone that there's any kind of fight." Beat. "Or a hangover tomorrow."

[notabirdcostume]

Sam snorts.  "No.  But I'm friends with some people back home that have a superhuman ability to hold their booze.  I'd rather not go against someone like that without knowing at least."  Drinking someone under the table is out of the question then.  He shakes his head, "Riding is enough of a pain without adding a hangover...appreciate the advice."