"I really don't know all that much. I know your name is Katrina Hawkins, that you are a Private in the Texas Ranger Brigade, and that you a pure and virtuous god-fearing woman. I also know that you were in a conflict with the Jellicle Gang when I arrived. I know all this because my conveyance informed me that a potential customer was available, and this was the information provided with that signal."

((OOC: yay technobabble justification for adventure card use!))
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Wildcat is about to object, but then she remembers she had a conversation with a machine that could mother-tucking-talk not a few minutes ago.

"That's the second unbelievable clank I heard of tah-day.  All right, maybe ah can be reasonable, shooting or arrestin' every strange sort that comes through here ain't gonna work none too good.  Ya wanna sale, ah got a few items ah could use at th' moment.  If'n I line yer pockets a bit, think ya can see fit ta see a few things mah way?"

There's that languid smile again.

"I think we can deal. What did you have in mind?"

Wildcat grabs a the bills from the stash found on the suspect.  "Fella ah'm calling yer bluff right here.  This law department ain't got two sticks to rub together.  Marshal, make a note that the suspect had this much when he entered, you won't be th' first Marshal ta rely on th' state to renumerate him upon his release.  Those handcuffs, an 'all th' keys fer him fer starters.  Fo'ty five Colt, Fo'ty fo' fo'ty, 'n all th' buckshot ya can come up with fer th' remainder.

"You keepin' up?  Cuz I ain't even done."

"Considering how this was, in all probability, stolen goods," Evans says mildly, eying the bloodstains on some of the bills, "I highly doubt Mr. Tugger has any claim to it, and I hereby confiscate it as evidence and turn it over to my finance department for dispersal. That happens to be you right now."

The stranger begins reaching into his pockets and laying items on the table.

"Three pairs of stainless steel handcuffs, $1.75 each. Keys included. One box .44 caliber ammunition, $1.50...how many more boxes would you like? Box of Buckshot shells, $1...again, how many more boxes would you like? .45 Colt Peacemaker, single action, $7.50. .45 Colt Peacemaker, double action, also $7.50." The salesman nods at the objects spread before him. "Your current total is $22.75. What else would you like?"

"Oh feller, they're gonna need least triple that much, ammo goes fast in this town."

The salesman immediately stacks three more boxes of .44 bullets and three more boxes of shells on the ones already on the table. How are his pockets that big?

"That's another $7.50 to your total, bringing it up to $30.25. Would you like a box of slugs, as well? Buckshot is bad in crowd situations."

"That shot don't spread like ya think it does feller, not that ah'd advise precise shootin' wit' it.  And if yer using a slug, ya ought to be usin' a rifle.  But fine, it has its uses, one box.  Marshal Evans, ah think it'd do ya much good to take at least this many supplies, more would be better but ah took th' liberty of gettin' ya started.

"Speaking of scatterguns... been wishin' ah had one about since I done got here."

Evans is a little goggle-eyed at the pile of stuff on the desk. "I...I...yes...started..."

The salesman adds another box to the pile, then nods. "Single-barrel, double-barrel, sawed-off, Winchester lever Action, or Colt Revolving?"

Adrian squinted at the salesman. It would be too many coincidences in one day for him to know this feller from somewhere, but darn if he couldn't shake that feeling. He didn't make any mention of it though, instead taking in the conversation between the man and the Ranger.

"I daresay he's gotta point there, Ranger Hawkins. He can't well be held liable for things people done after they done bought his items, can he? I mean, maybe same folks as been shootin' things up 'round here are gettin' there guns from the same place as honest folks get their guns from."

Also impressed with the tremendous amount of items the man has for sale, he began to focus on that.

The salesman notes Adrian's interest. "Were you thinking of purchasing anything, sir? I have wares for all occasions and vocations."

In reply to The Stray (msg #33):

Putting the satchel over one shoulder Charging Bear continues his search but then...

"What the..." is all Charging Bear could think to say when presented with a horse and wagon inside a storage closet. Granted there are far better things that could be said, but as Charging Bear is a simple man he tends to speak simply whenever possible. The native son slowly goes to pet the horse and attempts to sort out how exactly it got there.

"Coach gun.  Remington, if ya gots a Remington."  Wildcat tells him, determined to see where he pulls this from.

OOC: A coach gun was a compact double barreled break open side by side shotgun with shorter barrels than what most people wanted in a general purpose meat gathering shotgun.  Most shotguns of the era were used for both personal defense and meat gathering (or pest exterminating!), and would have 28" barrels or thereabouts.  Wells Fargo used to issue them to their coaches, hence the name, but they became popular with law enforcement agencies too.  I'd call it a double barreled shotgun and call it a day however.

Jake stood back as the others dealt with the traveling salesman. He kept an eye on the prisoners.

In reply to Charging Bear (msg #47):

The horse snorts gently as Charging Bear examines her. She seems rather bored, and is munching oats from a feed bag around her head. The wagon itself is much like any other wagon driven by itinerant merchants Charging Bear has seen in the past. There's a door near the rear...perhaps there are answers inside.

Slowly going past the horse, Charging Bear lightly raps upon the door. If there is not response he'll try the handle.

In reply to Wildcat Hawkins (msg #48):

The Salesman smiles, reaches beneath his vest, and pulls the requested gun forth. There was simply no way he was concealing that thing in that location.

"Here we are. 12-gauge double barrel Remington model 1889, constructed for use on the Wells Fargo & Co. stage line in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Walnut stock, cobalt blue steel, and a hair trigger. Retails for $35, but can be yours today for the low price of only $17.50, bringing your total purchases today to $47.75."

He lays the shotgun on the table next to the other weapons. "Anything else you are interested in today?"

In reply to Charging Bear (msg #51):

There is no response to his knock. Charging Bear checks the handle...

...it opens, and what Charging Bear sees is impossible. Inside the wagon is an octagonal white room, far larger than the wagon outside it could support, with a mushroom-shaped structure in the middle with a vast array of switches, levers, and buttons.

((OOC: Make a Spirit check for me (-3 fear level, -2 situation, +grit), for seeing something Man Was Not Meant To Know...))

In reply to The Generous Salesman (msg #52):

OOC:  Uh, isn't it 1879?  Is this some thing meant to freak me out?  Or are we just rolling with an anachronism in classic Deadlands style?

In reply to Wildcat Hawkins (msg #54):

((OOC: In order: Yes, probably, and I couldn't find a Remington shotgun model earlier than that, so it might be an anachronism Deadlands style or he might be messing with you. Choose which you want to roll with.))

In reply to The Stray (msg #53):


16:37, Today: Charging Bear rolled -1,5 using d6-3,d6-3, rerolling max with rolls of 2,(6+2)8. spirit - red reroll.
 16:37, Today: Charging Bear rolled 5 using 1d6, rerolling max with rolls of 5. Blue Chip.
16:35, Today: Charging Bear rolled -2,-2 using d6-3,d6-3, rerolling max with rolls of 1,1. Spirit (-3 fear, -2 situation, +2 guts).
Two fate chips later ... 10

In reply to Charging Bear (msg #56):

((OOC: You also reroll the blue chip. When you spend a chip for a reroll, you make the whole thing from scratch (including dice added from other Fate Chips).

Not that it matters much, as you have at least a success anyway.

So you find it weird and creepy, not mind-shattering. Now what?))

PM

In reply to The Stray (msg #57):

Ooc: d'oh!

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Taking a moment to steady himself, Charging Bear enters the strange interdimensional space to see what lies within.

ooc: 16:54, Today: Charging Bear rolled 3,5 using d6,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 3,5. Notice.

In reply to Robert Micklethwait (msg #58):