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midpointsaloon2020-05-09 05:31 pm
midpointmods) wrote in midpointsaloon2020-05-09 05:31 pm
Big City Living (Midpoint Mingle)
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.
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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"I'm doing as fine as can be expected after a long ride -- managed not to fall off the horse this time." And he only had to get the horse off the nearest scraggly bush twice as opposed to every few minutes they passed one. He'd slowly learned to give her a lot of food before and after each ride and that seemed to do her just fine. "Players seem capable enough for new arrivals, then again, most people who wind up here seem to know how to handle their own business." He couldn't quite tell if they were going to be team players, but he at least didn't have to stress about them not being able to handle a gun or a fight -- at least he could tell that much.
Of course, it was hard not to think about what Bucky had told him about North. Sam knows how valuable information is around here and he doesn't know who ELSE could be listening, so he keeps the rest of what he learned today pretty close to the chest. He's honestly not exactly thrilled about being the bandit this time -- the "bad guy" -- but it's not like it has to end in killing someone. He was a soldier, he could do it if necessary, but he was sort of dreading the day he had to do that.
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It's a little easier to believe things like Santa Claus when you're in a place like this...but even so Sam is still trying to decide if he's the real deal or just really in the role. "Reindeer, huh? I'd imagine they're a bit wilder than horses for starters."
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He chuckles jovially, and allows, "Not so great for sitting on, though. Even with saddle pads-- very bony backs, reindeer."
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