some mood music
With destinations and plans discussed, the group broke to leave the boarding house and pursue their individual objectives, with plans to meet back at the boarding house at supper to discuss what they've learned.
The quartet travel back to Main Street, already beginning to fill as the miners who lived in town began heading out to their claims. Hawkers in tents lining the road wave items at passers-by, trying to tempt people to buy shots of whiskey, pots & pans, ax handles, wheels, live chickens, bales of hay. New construction is going up at a breakneck pace, even with the chill of the day, and men with saws cut planks for buildings with "Coming Soon!" banners and other men on scaffolds hammer the boards in.
Everywhere, blue-clad soldiers march about, stand about, or laze about. The Grand Central hotel swarms with soldiers, bustling like ants from the mound. And like ants, the soldiers have scattered, drops of dark blue in the sea of brown tones.
There's hardly space to walk, and when it's time for the team to split, each companion's sight of the others is quickly swallowed by the press of the crowd.
@The Professor
The Professor stands before the Langrishe Theater, which doesn't seem open this time of day. There's a ticket-taker in a booth looking out at the street boredly, and a schedule of the shows on the wall. He shuffles up a deck of cards and deals himself a string of solitaire as The Professor approaches.
@Black Jack
The infamous Jack McCall was somewhere out here in Deadwood. From what Calamity Jane had told him, there were a couple of places that he might be spotted...the Gem Theater and Saloon, just a block south of the Railroad, and the Cathouse, an opium den and whorehouse north of the track in the place known as Celestial Alley.
@Janet Weiss
Janet and Zach reach the offices of the
Black Hills Pioneer, the town's only paper. Unfortunately, it looks a bit...dark, and there's no machinery running inside from the sounds of things. The door is locked, though there's smoke coming from the chimney, so someone must be inside
somewhere. There's a stairwell leading up to the second floor, probably an apartment for the newspaperman if they wanted to explore.