Mickey notices there is no hard liquor sold in this joint.  Only beer and wine.

Cowboy sees that he is attracting a lot of attention, a couple of German athletes come over and start asking him questions in German.

An older standing, but was seated with the giant Swede translates for Charlie without being asked.
They want to know if you are Tom Mix.  They say they are great fans and have read all about you.


Ven looks at Mark, You, you are truly my bror.  You had my back, when this Nelfheim attacked me in the dark. He glances at Vay, in a put on grimace.

Iain is easily able to see the Lake Placid Lodge, it is lit up and reflects on the light of the lake.

It is cooling off, the lake will have a skim of ice on it by morning, but it likely won't stick.

The dock at the Lodge was new, made of cedar with brass cleats to tie off on.  Before long, Iain has Amelia at her destination.

Vay spots Si, tilts his head and comes over to great him.

He makes introductions to Ven, explains they were on an expedition to Greenland together.  Then Ven introduces the folks at his table to Vay and Si.

Ven asks that you sit down and have a drink at the long bench.

Ven introduces. His companions at the table to Vay, but the entire party hears it.

Dis is Arty, he is a German, hails from from Penns-ylvaaania.  He is works as a task master here.  First building up for the games, den driving workers for all jobs to keep all dis running.

Har, is da Spaniard.  He is quiet, but a good hand.  N a great fisherman.

Dis, is Markera the Reparator.  He can fix anyting.  If it's mechanical, he can fix it.


All, har is Vay.  He is an explorer, and as you say.  A piss poor fighter, he's sneeky.  But he likes to buy drinks.


He looks at Vay and convincingly nods his head up and down

  Si Winced   as Vay  was Hit..  his legs  tensed as to what Might happen.

  ..I am  Si... Vay and  I  searched  ruins   in Mexico for a few years... I was ..very surpised top see him hanging off the BAck of  some one in the North EAst!

 He Whistles  to Charlie, and waves him over, the wave, Charlie  knows is a  suggestion, as Darkshadow says,..That is Charlie, best  friend, whe  have  alot of Miles, Fights   and jobs  under our belts....we are working for a fellow who is  taking a peson to the OLympics  for a job she must do....

 there is a offhand  wave to Mitch,..That fellow is Mitch...hesnagged a ride  with  our employer..

 Then he Turns,..Hey Mitch?... Best settle up your  Bets...so's these nice folk don't have any hard feelings.

Amelia waved his thanks aside. "Anyone would do it. People survive better discussing than arguing. Especially armed people.

"The opportunity to earn an honest living is something we all seek. There are some evil people in the world, Iain, but many whom we call criminals are just people like you and me, denied that opportunity.

"After all, you, Si and Charlie brought that alcohol from Canada because you weren't making enough money legitimately, and if the decision had been made to collect one or two of those crates, I would have joined you on the wrong side of the law. Hopefully, we can find an opportunity to help one another to stay on the straight and narrow path.

"At the very least, I have enough put by to have your aeroplane repainted if we can't find another sponsor to do it for free. But with the international attention here, I imagine companies would kill for advertising space just now."

Amelia waited while her substantial baggage was unloaded from the plane.

Charlie smiles and thanks the old man for the translation, "You can tell them I ain't Tom Mix, but I am a real cowboy."

He tips his hat to the Germans, walks over to the other table and sits down next to Si, "Howdy y'all"

   With a Hand  motion between Charlie and Vay,..Charlie..  Vay and I  were checkign out  Mayan ruins  for  a while a ways  back... Then I  started up North before  we met up with the  producer guy...

 ..Vay?.. me  an' ,Charlie here  worked through the west and  Midwest..got hooked up  with a Movie guy for a while doing stunts..backround and  extra  .. and  spent alot of time  in Canada, north west  for the most part..but   seen a few Stampedes in the Middle...

 Nodding to  Charlie,speakign of Movies?.. yuou outta  show off some of your  rope tricks for this   olympic folks..bet they'd like that..

Mickey turns to Charlie, a hint of a smile still on his face, and shrugs. "Hmm..seems I was wrong. Here's your two bits." He produces two quarters and hands them to Charlie.

After the ruckus, Mickey makes his way over to the bar. He hears Si talking and making introductions, but Mickey doesn't hear his name so he focuses on the task he has in mind.

At the bar he motions for the bar tender. When/if the bartender arrives he asks, "So what's on tap?"
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Charlie smiles, "All righty".  He casually stands up and looks around, eventually locating a length of roped about 4 feet long that had been used to keep a small pile of lumber tied together.

He strolls over, picks up the length of rope and ties a loop using about a foot and a half of the loop.  Then he starts to swing it around his head.  After he gets the rope moving with some speed he twirls the loop over himself vertically, then over one leg as he stands on his right leg, and then the opposite.

"I usually have a longer piece of hemp to work with and there isn't as much room in here as I am used to, but....", he explains and the walks over towards the bar; careful not to hit any customers as he continues to twirl the rope.

"Heads up partner",  he says to Mickey as he leans in.
With that backs away from Mickey and then proceeds to twirl loops around Mickey's beer, Mickey himself, and finally with both Mickey and the bartender inside the loop.

As Charile wraps up and the applause dies down, he shouts, "How about beer for our kind volunteer!" as he nods in Mickey's direction.

07:24, Today: Charlie - Cowboy rolled 16 using 1d10+13.  Using Acrobatics for my Rope Tricks.

  Si Grins  at the  Olympians and Points to Charlie, after his act is  done.

  ..should have  seen him in "Western Round up"... he's in the backround  in every  scene when the main charcters  are talkign by the corral.. roping  horses..   or   roping cattle from his horse?...

 he chuckles,..and he got to shoot me off  my horse  a few times   as    we attacked a wagon train

As Charlie leans in with the rope, twirling over his head, Mickey clenches his fist and begins to take a step back, but he quickly sees what Charlie is NOT attempting to do. As he watches the Hollywood Cowboy perform a trick, a thought crosses his mind."where did this beer come from?" Mickey answers his own question by assuming he's just tired and doesn't remember where it came from.

When Charlie's trick is over, Mickey takes hold of the beer and lifts it towards Charlie with a tiny smile. Then he sets it down and waits for the bartender to come back.

Mark listens with interest to the stories, not sure how much of them are true. Before this year, he had never traveled outside of South Dakota. Driving his motorcycle to New York state was the biggest journey he had ever made.

"How did you travel to Greenland? What special equipment did you use? Is the cold there the worst, or the wind?"

  He Points at Vey,..I never  was to Greenland..least ways, that i know... when i was... young.. i was in the Northeast, but  don't recall goign over the   ocean.. But I met Vey way down in Mexico...

 he points to Charlie,Met Charlie on my way back North... he sorta gout us in the movies... Guy was shooting pictures...needed wranglers and such.  They Liked Charlie's   rope  work and ridin'...  I guess, i had the look of   an Indian good  enough to be in the backround.

"It is relatively easy way to earn a living if you don't mind working with glory hogs and the power mad.", Charlie says with a hint of disgust in his voice.  "I would rather sleep in a nest of rattlesnakes then go back there again."

  The Half breed chuckles,..In a way?.. we may have did  just that.... He gives a   wink to his friend.

  ..so? Vey?  what brings  you all the way up here..... No sun or pyrmids up here?

UPDATE
The Sawmill - Si the Scout, Mickey the Driver, Marek the Farmboy, Vendel the Swede, Charlie the Cowboy and Val Morley





Placid Lake Lodge - Ian the Flyboy, Lady Farrington, Munro the African, Rene the Frenchman and Doc

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Vay Morley is short of six feet tall and very thin, with a slight yellow cast to his skin.  He has about a weeks growth of beard.  He wears round rimmed glasses a fur cap with a leather brim reminiscent of old trappers.  He wears brown wool pants, red longhandles and a white shirt and a heavy buffalo robe fur coat.  His face shape is triangular, with a square jaw, brown hair speckled with gray, he appears to be mid to late 30s.

Well Chief <wink>, just taking a spell for my health, I've got another case of the Damned Roman Fever! (malaria).   Plus it gives me a break to compile some of my deciphering of Mayan petroglyphs.   Been in the Yucatan...... Dreadful place.  Everything there will bite you and is poisonous.

How have you been my old friend?

Lake Placid Lodge

As the group from the plane approach the Lake Placid Lodge they are met near the bottom of the stairs by a man sporting a warm smile.


I thought I heard a Pratt Wasp Engine in the night air.  Thought I'd come see for myself.

Then he hops up to his feet, taking a couple steps toward the group, offering a hand to help Amelia up the stairs.

Forgive me for my rudeness.
Ed, Ed Henry.
I'm an aircraft designer, so you see I have a keen ear for engines.

He looks directly in Amelia's eyes smiling.
May I assisst you Lady ?  He turns his head slightly but keeps his eyes on Amelia while shouting
PORTER...……...….help this lady with her luggage

    He Motions for the bar keep and points  to his    friends  and Vey,  Well, Me and Cowboy  mo9ved up from Hollywood   lookign for  work, Figured  i'd  come to the homelands  for a bit... We   met up  with Flyboy there , whose aircraft gives  us  a chance to make some money... provided  we  don't  get run out of   fuel  somewhere   bad...

 ....we have  some  Movie  woman with us,  and these Olympic  games are starting...don't  know what  we'll do  after that?.. MAybe   head back to Utah   , folks down there have a  place  for me  there.

The Sawmill

The crowd quickly goes back to drinking, except the Germans who are circled around Charlie, asking him for more rope tricks.  Charlies is quickly persuaded and now has most of the speakeasy watching him.

Vay motions toward a long rough sawn table with a few gentlemen sitting down.

Join us for a drink, I'd like you to meet a few people.

Jimmy Montague Jimmy is 60 years old or more, he is a little frail, but lively.  He wears a fine suit, but it is poorly kept, a silk tie is loosely strung under his open collar.  The man is sketching something on a notepad with a pencil stub.  A pair of small reading glasses are perched half way down his red alcoholic nose.  He is drinking a bloody mary type drink, the only cocktail in the joint.  Almost everyone immediately recognizes the name Jimmy Montague, he is a world famous writer for the New York Evening Post.  But Si doesn't read newsies.  Vay says, He drug me up here so he could cover Governor Roosevelt who's opening up the games.  Said he needed a pally to go with him.  But I think he just wanted a drinking pal.  Jimmy says either Roosevelt or Cactus Jack is going to be the next president.


Jim Jules Jim is a large imposing figure, over six feet and two hundred pounds, still very fit in his mid 40's.  He wears a wool navy blue seamans coat.  He's a lieutenant in the navy and navigator, I met him when he was an ensign on the Rochester during the Great War.

Andres Riphaegen Andres is a fairly average looking man, except for his pale blue eyes which are bright and charming.  We just met Andres, he hitched a ride up with Lieutenant Jules from the Brooklyn docks.  Andres is a Dutch sailor, but he can handle his booze, so he fits right in with this gang.

At the end of the table is Dick Quirin.  We have him to thank for the great lighting in this place.  He's a mechanic for General Electric, up here working the PA system for the games.  He also strung this place up with Edisons.  A fellow couldn't see his drink before Dick worked the joint over. 

  The Halfbreed looked over   at Cowboy, then Nodded    , following  Vey over to the Table.

  ..Pleased to meet you gents. Me and My friend s brought  some   folks up for the games, I'll see if i can grab some kind of work while were here.

  sitting at the table   so his back is to a wall,..there  any places to stay up here, for working  folk ?

Once Si meets the gentlemen and sits down, Dick's ears perk up when Si says they are looking for work.

Dick responds with a German-American accent.
I met a couple gentlemen looking to hire a bunch of men for a archeological dig in Labradour.  A Mr Rosenburg and a Mr Darre'.  They are staying up at the Lodge. 

Now Jimmy Montague is surprised.  There's not a lot of digs that I haven't heard of, what dig is this? Who's doing, do you know who's backing it ?

Dick I think the gentlemen are out of Vienna, that's all I know.
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  Scout  takes  a  Sip from his   drink, he  doesn't show  any sign of  reading the..um..sign.

  Well Sir  I could use a  Job.. everything  from scouting, to swinging a pick..to  scaring up food... If you want?  I could ask My friends  too

The Sawmill

Dick They said they were looking for a crew of several dozen.  They need laborers, mechanics, cooks, boat crewmen, a purchasing agent and anyone with mining experience.  I can introduce you to Mr Rosenburg and Mr Darre' tomorrow.

But in the meantime.  I also work for Mr Dewey, who's sponsoring this entire thing.  I'm supposed to hire people to help with the opening ceremonies ball tomorrow night at the Lodge.
And I must say...……….. you and your friend the cowboy there would be absolutely murder that clam bake.  The Europeans and Asians would love to have a cowboy an injun show to escort folks from their limos to the hall.