Inactive [Play-by-post] Three Lonely Graves

[SoupNazi]

If you stop by the casino, then, perhaps unsurprisingly, you find that Lady Annabelle has left town.. asking about, one of the townsfolk who are quite grateful about you guys helping drive off the Marauders tell you they spotted her in the post office dictating a telegram to Denver. He didn't want to eavesdrop further because she's considered a dangerous party. If you ask around at the stables when you're picking up the horses, the stablemaster tells you that Lady Annabelle came in with enough cash to buy two of their fastest horses and left town in quite the rush along with a bodyguard.

The whole town looks at you in a different light and are quite forthcoming, as they all know what happened down at the train station and they consider it quite heroic that a bunch of strangers risked, and some even lost, their lives defending their town. They offer their condolences about Adelita as well.

 

[ERYFKRAD]

the post office dictating a telegram to Denver

Will the post office oblige a few enquiries?

 

[SoupNazi]

Happily, as Heroes of Santa Fe, you're exempt from Charisma checks. But they will not break secrecy of correspondence - will not talk about the content of the telegram. But other than that, inquire away!

 

[ERYFKRAD]

Would the recipient of the correspondence be confidential as well?

 

[SoupNazi]

The post office clerk, Francis (but he asks you to call him Frank, any friend of Santa Fe is a friend of his) winks at you as a co-conspirator would, and lowers his voice almost to a whisper. "I recall it exactly, because it seemed odd... it was addressed to one Calendar Rites in Denver."

 

[ERYFKRAD]

Unless Isaac wants to make any inquiries, Hardtack will see to the burial of Adelita's remains. And then some crucial shopping, which I can put off if Major_Blackhart wants to switch shifts on Sanchez for a spell. Then we should be good for a Mexican grill.

 

[ERYFKRAD]

If Isaac could just hear out what town has to say about Annabelle in general, how long she been here, where she's from, frequent visitors, et cetera, that would be handy.

 

[Major_Blackhart]

I'll keep watch on Sanchez. I need the following ingredients to make this an interesting interrogation:

1. Nails
2. Hammer
3. Blacksmith Tongs
4. Salt (lots of it)
5. Honey if it's in season
6. Candles
7. Acid or another caustic chemical. Might find something in the doc's cart, but I don't know.
8. A good knife
9. Needles
10. Thread

 

[SoupNazi]

I'll keep watch on Sanchez. I need the following ingredients to make this an interesting interrogation:

1. Nails $1
   
2. Hammer $2
   
3. Blacksmith Tongs $10
   
4. Salt (lots of it) $1
   
5. Honey if it's in season - not available
   
6. Candles - sold out
   
7. Acid or another caustic chemical. Might find something in the doc's cart, but I don't know. - not available
   
8. A good knife - $5
   
9. Needles - $1
   
10. Thread - $1

 

[Major_Blackhart]

No honey? Got Molasses then?

Edit: Got a sweet tooth, but it will also plug up his mouth to stop his screaming. Might use it to smother him too, kills him that way

 

[Stella Brando]

(If we're allowed to have small random things without specifically buying them, than its likely Adelita had needles and thread. Can't buy new clothes on the farm, after all.)

 

[Major_Blackhart]

Bill Williamson looks at the unconscious Sanchez. His blood crusted tomahawk is in his one hand, while the other he continually opens and closes into a fist. In the dirty, dusty shack, light filters through the spaces between the wall planks, and the dim lantern light causes shadows to dance along the walls. They flitter about Bill's face, and every now and then his wide eyes can be seen only as a shadow passes over. Those bright blue eyes are unblinking, crazed, twitching slightly. He licks his lips and groans softly with what can only be described as a sickening hunger. With his free hand, he strokes his full beard ever so gently, as if to calm his jaw, and sucks air in noisily through his teeth.

"It's funny what a feller do miss in life, an' what things can wrung a thought outta a man's skull an' make it so it's all he done thunk 'bout," Bill spoke calmly, with a measured voice, walking from one end of the small shack to the other. He was still stroking his beard with one hand, the tomahawk clenched white knuckled in the other. "Winter a' '59, that was a hell of a season. HELL of a winter. Ain' never eaten so well or proper since the '59 winter. Not afore, nor sence. I plans ta eat good this 'ere night."

He paused and looked over the unconscious form of the mexican casino guard. He kept his distance, a few arm's lengths away, and looked him over in that practiced way a hunter might a fresh kill, a rabbit caught in a snare.

"Hope them boys get back soon, 'specially with my needs. I got me a field a' red delights in store for ya, Seenyor Sanchez." He grinned with what could only be described as a panther's snarl, an evil thing like that of a predatory animal.

 

[Stella Brando]

 

[Stella Brando]

Fleeing his family's vast grip in the East, a wayward son make his way West, looking for adventure, entertainment, and ways to profit without labour. He spends much of the trip gambling, drinking, and smoking cigars; whether in train compartments or dingy saloons. Choosing locations almost at random, the strange names meaning nothing to him, he eventually lands in the promising-sounding Santa Fe, New Mexico.

The town is even more curious than he could have guessed, with debris and bodies littering the thoroughfare -- refuse from what seems to be a recent battle. "Must have been quite a scuffle." he muses. "Rather like something out of Homer!" He chooses a man with crossed eyes and missing teeth, and addresses him. "You there, good fellow, which way to the nearest gambling house -- or den of ill repute, haha!"

"What's that perched on yer..." the bumpkin begins to ask (his diction, it must be emphasised, is quite terrible) but our young gentleman frowns and answers quickly "Don't ever mention the bird." The man seems slightly dumbfounded by this, but points along the main 'street' (if one can call it such) and drawls "There be a cah-see-no and saloon along thar." "Much obliged to you," answers our Easterner, and heads off for a closer look.

 

[Stella Brando]

Stepping carefully over a dead body, he sees a man accosted by what seems to be a jilted husband. A giant military looking fellow, perhaps an accomplice of the accused, knocks the jealous husband to the ground.

The scene is so amusing that the Easterner laughs loudly. "Quite a to-do!" he comments. "If only old Spiffy could see this!"

 

[ERYFKRAD]

Hardtack observes the dandy having a gander yonder, and merely inclines his head in response.
"Glad you found that amusing, yer dandyship."

 

[ERYFKRAD]

Hardtack observes the dandy having a gander yonder, and merely inclines his head in response.
"Glad you found that amusing, yer dandyship."

"You might not know, yer dandyship, but you got a bird on your shoulder thar."

 

[Stella Brando]

Suddenly the man wears a face like a Turk at a christening. His voice is almost a whisper as he says: "I'd be much obliged if you didn't mention the bird, old fellow."

 

[Major_Blackhart]

Spoiler

As an aside, I've already built my replacement character should Bill Williamson, aka "Sick Fuck' kicks the bucket.

 

[Stella Brando]

Truly a spoiler

Spoiler

I imagine he'll be captured by a former comrade and handed over to the US government

 

[SoupNazi]

After a brief stop in Santa Fe for shopping, a bit of investigation and one minor scuffle with a jealous husband, as well as picking up a new member of the posse, the gang reunites at the shack two or three miles out of Santa Fe, where Sanchez is being held captive by Bill...

 

[Major_Blackhart]

As the shack door opens quickly, Bill looks up from the tied up Mexican. In walk two familiar faces, followed by a third whom he doesn't recognize as a local. Still, he surmises that if the feller is with Isaac and Hardtack, he's a good enough sort to be trusted.

"Well now, ain't you two a sight fer sore eyes," Bill grins eagerly. "I was jes' thinkin' 'bout how we need ta talk ta this hear feller, an' how we gotta ast in a way tha' ain' too friendly none." A chuckle escapes from behind his lips as he sheathes his tomahawk.

"Didja fellers bring my supplies I ast fer?" He then turns to the new man, a decidedly handsome and well groomed fellow, whom Bill can't help but think is a might too bawdy to be with the likes of them. Still, he greets the newcomer with a smile.

"An who might you be feller? Name's Bill Williamson, an' this here 'ombre on the floor is Seenyor Sanchez. We's jes' gonna queshun this here Mex in a might onfriendly fashun, so's I understen if'n yer a might squeemish fer this sort a work." Bill pauses for a moment and extends his hand. He sees the bird on the man's shoulder, but decides not to say anything yet, simply because as a mountain man, he's used to the eccentric, such as Hatchet Jack taking up with that She-Cougar some years back.

"Got a name?"

 

[Stella Brando]

"But of course. I'm Fauntleroy Willoughby-Spottingwoode. Glad to make your acquaintance, my good man."

 

[Major_Blackhart]

Upon hearing the gentleman gambler's name, Bill's eyes bug out of his face.

"What you say?!" He exclaims loudly, shocked. "What kinda name is that? Fartnleeroy! You Easterners is jes' shameful!" He quickly gets over his shock and returns to the task at hand.

"Well, save fer the name, I 'spose yer a decent sort a' feller. Ya can help us torture this here Mex if'n ya got the stomach fer it. An' afterwards, I can share some a' the sweetest a' meats with y'all if'n ya cares fer it. First things first though, an les wake his ass up!"

With a swift kick to the head, Bill jolts the man awake. Turning away from the dazed Mexican, Bill rumbles through the bags of shopping goods, and takes what he needs. Bill picks up a needle and thread and walks over to Sanchez's head.

"First things first. I gots ta show ya we mean bidness, right an' proper. I ain' gonna ast ya nuffin. I's jes' gonna show YOU how serious we's is. An' I's startin' by sewin yer mouth shet so's you cain't jabber none whilst we's tortyurin you."

Bill begins to perform the grizzly surgery as the others hold Sanchez down.

"See, I's doin' this on account a' not wanted ta be distracted by yer beggin' whilst things get ugly. Yer gonna get hurt bad, real bad, one way or t'other. But jes' how LONG ya gets hurt fer, tha's up to ya. Once we's ready ta here ya talk, that is. An' that won' be fer a bit, not til we've gone an sat-is-fied ourselves on account a yer "No Habla" comment afore."

 

[Stella Brando]

"Is this quite necessary? What a frightful situation!"