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.

Comments

[knifecollecting]

[Jo sighs quietly. This is ridiculous.]

How much of what we know is actually true?

[worthallthis]

There's no way to know that. Not really. But I would guess most of what we know is true.

[They shrug once, looking out across the saloon.]

It's not really very much, though, that we know. Only the things we've experienced. Not much about the people behind them.

[knifecollecting]

[Jo frowns as he looks away. Not helpful information at all.]

Should I trust you when you say that? [She laughs nervously. This is a mess, isn't it?]

[worthallthis]

[Soldat drops their gaze to the tabletop again.]

I won't lie about this place. That don't help anyone, and I'm not that great at it, anyway.

[knifecollecting]

[Despite the suckiness of the entire situation, she smiles at that line. Most men don't even make jokes about not being able to lie.

It's often easiest to just let them think she believes them.]

I guess we'll see about that.

[worthallthis]

Guess we will.

[They pick themselves up again, finally, easing the chair out behind them.]

I'm for bed. I promise, I won't stare at you like that again.

[knifecollecting]

[Jo steps back to give him room, aware that people of his build need space to move.

She has more questions, but if he's tired...]

Good night.