sit down, have a drink [closed]
Who: The gunofadeadman and the deansangel918
What: So-called campfire stories and a drink or two
When: Evening-ish
Where: In a bar, done up all saloon-like
Warnings: Possibly John's mouth. Other than that... alcohol?
[The ship was far too big and far too different for John Marston to "settle in" as much as he'd like. Hell, he wasn't sure if he ever was properly going to. It was nothing at all like home, and all the faces were strange and unpredictable.
So, when he saw an establishment with the title "Saloon" in it while wandering around, he was more than surprised to see a slice of home here on the bustling spaceship.]
[It was a matter altogether different when he actually entered out of pure curiosity. There was something awfully fake about it all, with all the "Old West" décor and even an employee or two with a forced accent. Nothing sincere about it, nothing real. John wasn't sure if he should laugh or just up and leave.
Instead, however, he thinks of someone who might find this particular place interesting, and takes out his guide, attempting to type out a message. (He still wasn't too good with this technology business.) After no small amount of fumbling, he finally manages to send it.]
found a "saloon".. stories and drink here , if you want. would mark an X on map but dont know how
What: So-called campfire stories and a drink or two
When: Evening-ish
Where: In a bar, done up all saloon-like
Warnings: Possibly John's mouth. Other than that... alcohol?
[The ship was far too big and far too different for John Marston to "settle in" as much as he'd like. Hell, he wasn't sure if he ever was properly going to. It was nothing at all like home, and all the faces were strange and unpredictable.
So, when he saw an establishment with the title "Saloon" in it while wandering around, he was more than surprised to see a slice of home here on the bustling spaceship.]
[It was a matter altogether different when he actually entered out of pure curiosity. There was something awfully fake about it all, with all the "Old West" décor and even an employee or two with a forced accent. Nothing sincere about it, nothing real. John wasn't sure if he should laugh or just up and leave.
Instead, however, he thinks of someone who might find this particular place interesting, and takes out his guide, attempting to type out a message. (He still wasn't too good with this technology business.) After no small amount of fumbling, he finally manages to send it.]
found a "saloon".. stories and drink here , if you want. would mark an X on map but dont know how