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The Sandy Rose Saloon - Wild West RP

sure! be prepared to deal with the menfolk, though. would you rather have been the sheriff for a while, or a new replacement just rode in from the nearest city?

i'll work on an ooc and get it up probably sometime tomorrow :)

The Sandy Rose Saloon - Wild West RP

Find yourself in dire straits? Looking to drown your sorrows? Need a place to rest your head, or just a moment to put up your feet?
Lady Rose has a place for you!
Gambling - Music - Drink - And More!

★★★★★

alright, now that that little segue is done with, welcome! i've seen a lot of interest checks lately, but not a single one appealing to the wild west-hankerin' bone in my body. so here we are! on the menu is:

• a trip through the western town of Sand Flats! (upon which there will be more info when someone expresses interest)
• a bustling saloon that really only comes alive after dark!
• countless character options—lawmen, cowboys, outlaws, gamblers, drifters, miners, ranch hands; the list goes on!
• opportunities for intrigue! is there truly gold under the Flats, or is that a pipe dream? is the river ever going to flow again, or has the bed dried up once and for all? is a new band of outlaws moving in, and what exactly is the sheriff going to do about it?

i'll be playing lady rampinella rose, the proprietor of the sandy rose saloon. you all can play whoever you'd like, and the 'plot' can flow naturally from there!

anyone interested?

True Intentions {Closed}

Finishing off her candied apple, Victoria smiled to herself, enjoying the atmosphere. She loved people-watching; seeing lives flash by in the faces of passersby. The two at her side were chatting quietly, conversations going on all around her, so she hopped down off her stool and wandered back into the crowd. She waved to those she knew, smiling in return, but everyone was already grouped off, and although many waved her over to join them, she wanted to strike out on her own tonight. Waving off their invitations, she strolled through the crowds until she came to a game she knew would be fun.

Archery was her sport, but Victoria had always had a good eye for aim. She slid up to the water pistol booth, giving a smile to the nervous teenager manning the game. "Dollar for a game?" she said, flipping him a bill with a wink. He stuttered out an affirmative, and she took up the plastic little gun, cocking a hip to the side. "Haven't played one of these in quite a while," she said demurely. She didn't need to charm anyone here, this wasn't a poker table, but it never hurt to be modest.

Of course, when the bell rang and she knocked three pins down right off the bat, she kind of blew the 'shy city girl' impression out of the water. Whatever. Winning was fun.

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i accept souls as payment. alternately, amazon gift cards.

and now for the most fun of carnival attractions, 'SHOOT THINGS WITH WATER' GAME

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[cr1tikal voice] alright guess ill just go fuck myself
im gonna slide over to one of the attractions and wait my turn, then, whoever's open come and chat!

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dibs on the 'angel tears' font!

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no problem! i was going to leave it open to you or corrosive, whoever had time :>

USS Audacia: Boldly Going Where We Really Shouldn't

Maggie's forehead hit the desk as Kal stormed out of the room. She folded her arms around her head, muttering a stream of impressive invectives in multiple languages as she tried to mentally sort out the shitstorm that was the upper crew. Engineering genius she might be, people person she was not. Ask her to jump the ship from one system to another with less than half a klick of leeway, sure, she could do it. But get people to shut up and work together for thirty seconds? Nope, no can do.

"Please don't tear each other's heads off before we're even planetside," Maggie mumbled, voice muffled by the table. She sat up, pinching the bridge of her nose to stave off the coming headache. "Fucks' sake, how the hell does the Captain do this?" she muttered to herself, standing and collecting her datapad. "I"ll just—fuck, someone else take over, I'm gonna go calibrate the shuttle." No need to use the transporter when the shuttle was in perfect working condition.

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"Yes, auntie," Victoria said quietly, picking her way across the street towards the glow of lanterns and the buzz of people. "Yes, I'm—no. Yes, I'm going to the festival. No, I didn't, you were asleep—yes, auntie. Yes. Auntie, alright, I'm going now—goodnight!" She hung up with a huff, sliding her phone into her pocket and hurrying forward. Her aunt was...eccentric. Nine times out of ten, she was passed out in her room and completely uninterested in what Victoria was doing; the one time she woke up, she was an overbearing freak.

Victoria had been hearing about the year's end festival all year—it would be her first, since she'd only recently moved to Teneber. She was excited, even if she'd gotten separated from her friends on her way in. Her knee high boots crunched over the gravel as she slipped into the thick of the festival. She wore a chunky, long knit sweater with large buttons dotting the front, open over a tight tank top and fitted skinny jeans. Her makeup had been carefully crafted to look soft and natural in the warm light of the lanterns, her eyebrows and lips darkened, hair wrapped up into an artfully messy bun. Her favorite gold jewelry flashed at her neck and ears. She had much flashier outfits in her closet, but she really just wanted to look pretty AND comfortable.

She nodded to those she knew as she passed—quite a few people, both from and not from school. She bypassed the carnival games—they were no fun playing solo, but maybe she'd find a partner later—and her eyes lit on the food from afar. Tossing a smile to a blonde boy picking out popcorn, she selected a caramel apple and paid quickly, settling quietly onto a stool, watching the crowd.

Her eyebrows raised at the shrieking noise that suddenly burst from the High Striker across the street. She smiled at the thought of it being broken on its first use, and her eyes caught the man responsible's. She raised her candy apple to him in a mocking toast as his gaze slid away. "You ever see a thing like that?" she laughed to no one in particular, voice holding an ever so slight London accent.

USS Audacia: Boldly Going Where We Really Shouldn't

ESPECIALLY MALLORY