The Wild West

[Till Doyle]

I am posting this, as it an idea that has interested me for some time. I'll set out the setting, and some minor rules, and we'll develop the plot from there on:

The western town is a medium sized town, that occasionally has a new building erected from time to time. Its fully populated with a lot of wonderers, vagrants and travellers passing through. Some to go to better places, some trying out run the law, and others coming to just cause trouble.

The name of the town is called: Paradise Town. Ironically, it's far from being a paradise, with regular blisteringly hot heat waves, and limited watering holes around. The town has a regular water supply.

Increasingly, strange paranormal things have been happening, some inhabitants have been disappearing whereas some have left town willingly. Those that have remained behind are getting increasingly worried, looking to town meetings and religious gatherings to help solve the problem.

In the meduim sized town, there is the gambling den, full of patrons owing money, and therefore mostly under the control of its owner.

The local town church.

The mandatory bar serving beer, whiskey and strong cheap wine.

An 'upmarket' restaurant, and then a few small diners.

The local Sheriffs Office, with adjoining prison. And a few feet away, the local stalls, and hanging dock.

A few inns, some with built in small bars and brothels. There is also a local brothel house.

There is the local blacksmiths, butchers (which also sells milk and other fresh produce).

The local ranch, containing horses, cows, sheep, pigs and chickens. Always on the lookout for hustlers trying to steal their livestock.

A local farm with generic crops, including wheat.

There's the local bank, which contains all of the locals savings, plus interest. They have several outstanding loans owed to them, for which they've hired some wildguns to take back whats owed to them.

Feel free to add your own little bit to this town, but try and keep it as technology free as possible. At best, they have lights, and a few flashing lights. The only way to communicate is usually by letter, or messenger (expensive of course).

I will be roleplaying the local baron, as fitting with my character. He is an intelligent businessman. Any businesses within the town has at least in some part, unpaid debts to him, which means he technically owns a good portion of the local businesses.

From the brothels, to the inns, to the bars and farms and ranches, he has his finger in a fair few pies. Making him a big influence in town, even i the state with Governer.

Enjoy, Till Doyle

Edit: First come first serve for ownership of the properties in the town. If you wish, have co-ownership. We also need outlaws, a sheriff, deputy sheriff, some wenches, a barman, some townsfolk, rustlers, cowboys (the livestock kind), farmers, a butcher or two, and a few shop keepers, as well as an owner of the gambling den.

Your powers are still allowed, but please play them down slightly, make them a bit weaker, and don't forget t'bring ya six shooters you darned vagrants!

[Jent]

((OOC: Is Natu allowed in this place, he does not have high tech items?))

[Fort]

((Question: Can we NPC the Blacksmith etc. until someone claims the character?))

[Till Doyle]

((You can roleplay Natu, just try to stick to the backwater town thinking of the western frontier way of life.

And Fort, if you want to take control of the blacksmith, feel free. Like I said, first come, first serve....))

[Jent]

((I'll let Natu the owner of a Ranch, the Sither Ranch.Is the fine, and fair? Is Natu allowed to use his water bending/ninja powers?))

*Natu walks in the inn, wearing a brown cowboy hat, blue jeans, green shirt with a brown jacket.*

Natu: Is their any thing to eat here?

[3kul]

((I've got to head off to uni now, so I don't really have time to properly post, but I'm not going to sit around waiting for all the good jobs to be taken ))

The sound of geese necks snapping early in the morning is unpleasant to some, but to the butcher it's just another day. ~Another day in my almost perfect job, that is...~ Little Sister thought as she finished hacking the geese to pieces. She noted that this livestock was a little scrawnier than the usual ones that she got as she ripped the spine out of a young lamb. This detail might be unimportant to some, but it told her that whoever had been her supplier today was running probably low on money, and might not be around to supply her for much longer.

She started working in this town not too long ago - the butcher who'd previously worked here had mysteriously 'disappeared' after failing to make several payments to the baron, she'd just been in the right place at the right time to fill his position. Although her methods were exceedingly crude and unnecessarily violent, she had a surprising level of accuracy with her cuts that let no meat go to waste, and most of the locals managed to look past her freakish exterior and disturbing blood-lust just long enough to buy their cuts and be done with it.

She put the various meats out on display as she did each morning, ranging from top of the line to bottom of the barrel - 'goose surprise' was a local treat available for the poorest of folk, which consisted of finely shredded organs, bones, and, if you were really lucky, a small amount of edible meat. She did, of course, stock other non-meat products, but most folks knew that she didn't like selling things like that and rarely took the proper health precautions regarding expiry dates. The milk and egss she sold there were definately the cheapest in town, but they were also probably the oldest.

As always only the finest fillet steaks were kept aside for the Baron - this was just about the only person that Little Sister had to put up with around these parts, lest she be run out of town. Given that she enjoyed hacking animals to pieces whilst getting paid for it, she was willing to attempt to act civil towards him.

((I'll most likely add HollowEyes in later, but for now I'm out of time ))

[Leporidae]

Feline headed onward, looking at a notice he plucked off fresh from the telephone post. His eyes scanned the squirming paper with a little smile of hope. Feline's face dashed away from the note as the words in his mind came to life:

'Ye ol' Paradise Town's Salad Bar'

Perfect . . .

He tipped his hat (added for Wild West affect ) and placed his hands in his leather geans. Feline swung the wooden door open with a creak. Inside were six tables, with four chairs per table. A old fashion ceiling fan blew the hot air away; with a relyable promise to blow your troubles away. The front desk and bar was nicley polished with stools alined in neat rows. The salad bar was cold in crisp; garenting fresh foods for the non-achoholics. A jukebox rested in a cornor, all the CDs holding the sounds of sweet country music. Behind the counter were containers holding all types of beer, wine, and other achoholic beverages.

It was pefect, except for one thing. It was deserted. It was a shock to Feline that no people are comming over and having a jolly good old time. This was the perfect opertunity to change that. He flew over to the counter and changed from his street cloths to his uniform. Feline took a beer bottle and started to clean it. "Who is 'irst?"

[addman]

((Do you have an intended plot for this, or can we take this in any direction we want?

Oh and Lep, a salad bar in the wild west? HAHAHA!))

*Addman finished wiping down the beer glass, as was a main duty of a barman in cowboy country. Business was slower than usual today, not even the town's drunk had been in yet, and he was normally waiting for the place to open. Putting the glass on the counter, he decided to have some extra strength, wicked lager to help the time pass somewhat.

Pouring himself a glass full, he looked down into the frothy brew and let out a sigh. He thought that the locals of Paradise Town would welcome a watering hole such as this, but in the seven months he'd been open, he'd noticed that folks were leaving the town gradually. He bought the glass towards his face, and prepared himself for the gobsmacking whack as the insanely strong alcohol entered his system.

The saloon doors burst wide open as two figures pushed them aside with considerable force. Addman had gotten to know most of the locals of Paradise Town, and these two were certainly not from around here. He quickly lowered his glass and placed it on the bar as the two gents strided over towards him, spurs jangling along the way. Both wore traditional cowboy hats, and had fairly similar moustaches sprouting from under their nostrils. These two must have been relatives as they were almost identical looking*

Evenin' there, whut can ah get yer?

*Addman was still quite impressed by how quickly he'd picked up the accent in such a short space of time. The two strangers sat on the bar stools, and caught the Muppet's gaze. The one on the right spoke in a gravelly tone*

Somethin' which only you have...

[Somefreakoverthere]

Linda sighed and she cheched the cropps,and carfuly left the best to one side for the barron.She had been keeping her ears open,and watching carefuly for some time now,and every day there seemed to be less and less people in the town.

She sighed as she completed her work and double checked the crops she had laided aside.If the barron got an illness from them she wouldn't be alive long enough to find out.

Her life was as bad as when she was on the run from the borgs,which ment that things had gotten pretty grim in the past three months she had lived there.Her accent had grown slightly and she was homesick,but she had come down to try and see if it was safe for the rest of them.

She looked at the horisen and wiped the sweat from her face,and looked again,but she could still see what she thought was possibly as dust storm.she shook her head and turned back to her harvest

.Due to her abilitys,the small amount of crops that grew in the field did so in two days,but it was always a fortnight before she could start growing anything else in the single field she had.It was a pain,but it was life and she had to deal with it.

[Jent]

((Some info about the Sither ranch:
Cows:10, Bulls:5, Chickens:12, Roosters:2 F Pigs:5, M Pigs:3, Cowdogs:1---------Plants: Tomatoes, corn, wheat.))

*Natu walked out of the inn, then he went to tend his ranch. Natu arrives at the Sither Ranch, Natu went to his Cowdog Hank.*

Natu: Good hank

Hank: Rof

*Natu feeds his live stock, hank, and fix himself some thing. Next Natu goes back to the inn, and puts a help wanted sign.*

((Q, is pick up trucks allowed?))

[Till Doyle]

((It is all horse and carts, or donkeys, mules or assess if you have the desire to have them.

I am trying to make this a simpletons simpletown, where anything tragic is either the hand of an unhappy god, the devil or some darned vagrants!

There is a storyline that will be brought into play in all eventuality, but it would be nice to set up peoples characters, their roles and their interactions with other characters. So, you take this where you like for the time being.

You'll hear from me shortly.))

[GBE]

((I'm going to enter this thread with my character Silence, who is going to be a generic town maiden, who helps out from time to time in bars, as a farm hand when necessary, or in the local Church.

Alongside her, is her pet cat Felix....))

Anna is walking through town, holding a small basket of fruit, she had previously been asked to provide some for the local bar, as they were experimenting with some fruity hop beer. She managed to out manouvere a drunk, stumbling in the dusty street, before collapsing.

She reaches the bar, and moving backwards through the double doors so that they didn't knock her, and turning around, she sees the two burly men standing at the bar counter, and she lets out a little gasp, "Oh my, is everythin' ahlright?"

Felix potters in behind her, he wanted some shade, and he was rather fond of the beers in here, many of the townsfolk occasionally bought him a few, thinking it was the funniest thing they'd seen...

[Falhado]

((I find myself drawn to this thread. Yes, I think I will take the role of the town preacher, and shine a little light into everybody's life. Don not forget to come to Church every sunday, or live in the old western fears that God will strike you down.

Such archaic beliefs they were. My doors are open.))

Father Mac had been up since the break of day, tending to the Churches private grounds that contained a variety of fruit and vegetables amongst other crops, as well as the floral gardens that volunteers found themselves engrossed with when chatting amongst themselves.

Father Mac, washing his hands, walks through the Church, past the pulpit, and the rows of benches, past several pillars, and reaches the first of two doors, slightly smaler than the outer doors, these ones opening into a small chamber.

Opening them, and holding them in place with a lock either side of the door, attached to the walls, he opens one of the larger doors, pushing it with all his might, as it slowly creaks open, allowing several slithers of sunlight to bathe his face, and causing dust to fall from cracks and crevices.

Pushing the door fully open, and sliding a heavy rock into place, to ensure no gusts of wind accidentally closes it he sighs a happy sigh and takes in a deep breath of the fresh morning air. He surveys the scene, people had been leaving and not many told him why, those that did said there were strange things a'happenin'.

He takes a few steps, down the stairs to look around, he decided he'd pass the word around, to get people gathered into the town hall to have a meeting, providing the local baron and the town mayor didn't oppose him too much.

He sits down on the step, not having a lot to do until a little later, he was sure there would be a few folk needing some advice at some point.

[LordPsycho]

((Time to introduce the wanderer...a very familiar one.....))

As the sun starts to climb to what would be the 9:00 position, a small dust storm at the edge of town harolds an arrival of a new guest. His rough brown pancho and large hat does well to hide his face, which is also further hidden by his sunglasses. He wears oddly patterned pants, which seem to fade into the desert background, and a tan set of boots. His left arm is hidden inside his pancho, as if to protect something valuable.

He stranger looks up and down the streets, finally letting his eyes rest at the nearest watering hole. He then walks to the saloon, and upon entering, asks the oddly blue bartender for the strongest liquor he has. He puts his money down on the bar when he reaches it and sits down, then starts to strike up conversation.

"Say, bartender, you haven't seen any other strangers around lately, have you? I'm expecting a couple of students of mine in town today. It's about time I taught them what it really takes to survive out here in the real world."

[Swix]

((Since Trots ranch doesn't appear to have any horses, I think I'll take them. I'm gonna use Tala, Fade may or may not 'appear' later...))

*Tala sighs as she sits back in a comfortable chair, stroking Wolf, the half-breed dog she'd found. She like Wolf, he was smart enough to know she was kin, but lacked the instincts of the wild animals that made them flee in terror when she approached. Since people had either gone mising with no trace and left their horses without someone to look after them, or were leaving town, she had both an almost never-ending supply of fine horses and good business when people bought them to leave*

*Unfortunately, there were also those pesky bandits around who'd often steal the better of the horses. When you were raising the foals from birth, they didn't tend to mind you were a werewolf. This also meant she knew which ones were better, and the better ones had gone missing. She'd hunt them out herself but she still wasn't sure how many there were. Even a werewolf can be overpowered*

Down, Wolf

*Tala commanded, and the canine obeyed, jumping off her lap to turn round and bark at her. Tala smiled at it as she pulled on her cowboy boots and hat, all brown of course, to take a walk around the town for the umpteenth time*

*As she left and locked the door, Wolf followed behind her wagging his tail. He was a cross beteween a wolf and a german shepherd dog with all the loyalty that came with the latter side, and the looks and intelligence that came with the former. That was why Tala liked him so much*

*She turned, and made her way into the town, as the horse ranch was a shot way away from it. The horses peacefully grazed the little grass that grew in their paddock as she went*