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Post by Tycho on Apr 28, 2003 13:30:48 GMT -5
Well, we need to hire a cleaner, the jobs is open to you, if you're willing to work 12 hours a day for 1 dollar an hour.
Tycho doesn't mention the toilet paper, he doesn't want to embarass Tbot.
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Post by Tycho on Mar 7, 2004 10:26:54 GMT -5
((I thought I should delay the arrival of the marauders slightly just so the three character can interact a bit before any combat begins. I also thought perhaps I should provide a little description of my character, just in case either of you want to mention his appearence in your posts, perhaps you could do the same?
Tycho: Description - Aged somewhere between 30 and 40, his hair prematurely greyed, perhaps from stress, perhaps from radiation. He has stubble on his face, not having shaved in a while whilst in the wastes. He wears a three quarter length, dark-grey overcoat, which is unfastened and dusty. He also wears extremely faded jeans and and a dark blue shirt.))
Tycho nods at the young lady and goes into the back for a few moments. He returns quickly with two beers and a bottle opener. He wipes away the dust from one of the labels to reveal the words "Fosters, brewed 1997" He shakes his head before cracking it open and handing it to her, "It's well past its best and far from chilled but it'll have to do." he mutters as he cracks open his own beer and takes a swig.
He listens intently for a moment and then continues. "It sounds like those Raiders have stopped to investigate something further back on the outskirts of town, seems we still have a few moments for a quick chat."
He grins and extends his hand, "In all the commotion I forgot to introduce myself, folks round her call me Tycho, and I'm the barkeep and owner of this dusty mess, the last drinking hole left in this god-forsaken place. So tell me," he asks, "What brings someone like you so far out into the wastes and into the smoking remains of Bartertown. Not many folks left round here since the Road-Warrior blew thru and destroyed the power plant and many moved on..."
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Post by Tycho on Apr 28, 2003 12:55:13 GMT -5
Ok, I shall tell him, although I think Uncle has returned from the Wastes... so hopefully you can tell him of your quest yourself.
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Post by Tycho on Apr 27, 2003 14:10:59 GMT -5
"There's all sorts of goodies down here Roadkill," Tycho answered quickly, "most of the stuff ain't up to much," he continued, "but there are a few gems, a decent revolver or two, even a working pump action twelve guage. I'm not a collector or anything but people have to settle their bar tabs one way or another and usually a weapon will be the only thing of value they own in this godforsaken world."
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Post by Tycho on Mar 7, 2004 9:35:43 GMT -5
Reaching into the lost property box again, the barkeep fumbles about a second time before removing a carefully wrapped bundle. Holding one edge of the cotton sheet which wraps the bundle he lets go of the other end and the package quickly unravels, its contents landing on the bartop with a clatter.
Tycho picks up the large hunting knife and sheath he just removed and this time hands the object the Roadkill, apparently the man can't function whislt sober.
"Here you go, if that disco gun fails you, you can always stick 'em with this."
Trycho looks toward the window again and grins, "Let's hope these Raiders are driving some sweet rides. I lost my Humvee whilst in the wastes and perhaps we can even get you a new motorcycle too... if we're not killed in the process."
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Post by Tycho on Mar 7, 2004 9:01:29 GMT -5
There is some commotion in the corner and the clatter of some chairs as a dusty figure sits up from under a plethora of beer bottles, bar stools and other assorted junk.
Tycho looks across incredulously at the figure as he recognises him. "Jesus Roadkill trust you to join us at a time like this."
The other man shakes his head and asks a few questions to which Tycho replies, "You're were out for a couple of months at the least, perhaps a new personal best?" He laughs then and gets up and walks to the bar, pulling out a bottle of whisky which he tosses to his friend.
The barkeep then motions his head to the window, "Hear that?" he begins, "V8's, well tuned, sounds like four at the least. Certainly not trader vehicles... I can only assume they're Vermin, coming to pillage the deserted remains of Bartertown and since this d**ned cafe lies right on the edge of town chances are it'll be hit first."
He then reaches under the bar again and pull out a large wooden box marked "lost property". Reaching in he fumbles about for a few seconds before dragging out a brown leather shoulder holster. Pulling out the weapon inside a black Walther PPK pistol is reaveled. Sticking the pistol back in he turns over the holster, showing two extra full clips of ammo straps into the mag pockets.
"You'll need this too," Tycho says as he tosses the bundle over to Roadkill.
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Post by Tycho on Apr 25, 2003 18:05:15 GMT -5
Tycho chuckled a Roadkill's observation,
"well you could call her a Humvee. She came over with some American troops back before the war, vehicle for the embassy or something like that. d**n thing doesn't even have an engine anymore, never mind the electrics and TLC needed to start her up.
She's only good for scrap nowadays, might break her down someday, the armour plating oughta come in useful."
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Post by Tycho on Mar 7, 2004 6:26:21 GMT -5
GM: The two adventurers cower inside the Atomic Cafe, amongst the dusty furniture speaking through the dingy air.
The roar of the engines grows slightly louder and it can be estimated that their drivers and passengers are only aout three to four minutes away.
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"Indeed I do share my weapons in a crisis situation, these days you need all the help you can get. I have quite a collection of equipment and weaponry, some confiscated from unruly patrons, others in payment for tabs. You shouldn't be surprised how many alcoholics we've acquired since the Apocalypse."
He turns over the pump-action shotgun from earlier and loads eight cartridges into the full-length mag. He pulls back the pump with a satisfying "ker-chak".
"This is a 12 Guage Pump Action shotgun. You fire a shot, you pump the action to load the next. Watchout though, it'll be a little stiff, no-one's used it in months."
He then hands the weapon over to the woman and smiles, "I think you now owe me, so in payment why not tell me your name?"
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Post by Tycho on Mar 6, 2004 17:46:34 GMT -5
((I see you guys have a loose RPG going here at the Cafe, this is cool, this was my original vision when I created the cafe many months ago, however it never really took off that well. I would love to join in if I could. If this is ok then here is my part. We can discuss the progression of the storyline in the discussion thread I just made in the RPG part of the Forum if you want. Also I have a bit of experience in running RPG's, so I can Gamesmaster if you want??))
A lone figure appears in the distance and steadily grows larger as he approaches. A bag is slung over his shoulder and his clothes flap in the wind which kicks up the sand and dust upon the barren wastes. As the man approaches Bartertown once again he sighs, long ago had he departed, leaving just a "Closed for Renovation" Sign as an excuse for his absence and only God knew what had become of his cafe.
As he entered the outskirts of the town he made his way towards the Atomic Cafe and eventually apporached the rear of the property. Dropping his bag into the dust he looks at the rusty metal back door and examines the chain and padlock which he had left locked.
Links are missing and as he examines the chain it appears to have been cut with Bolt Cutters. Reaching behind himself, the man pulls from his waistband a large, short barrelled revolver. Cracking open the drum he counts the bullets he has remaining... two.
Without warning he lunges forward into the door, kicking it right off its rusted hinges with a mighty blow which sends the door flying into the cafe with a loud clang. Stepping inside he is consumed momentarily by the darkness.
Tycho looks around his cafe and sees a lone female hiding amongst the dusty chairs and tables. Creeping over he pulls back the hammer of the revolver and levels it at the stranger.
"What are you doing in my cafe!?" He bellows as the womans head snaps towards him. Before she can answer however the roar of engines are heard and Tycho hurries to the window. Wiping his arm on the glass he clears away enough of the grime to see out and spots the dust trails of the approaching vermin. Running behind the bar he fumbles about for a moment before removing a box of .44 bullets and loads the 4 empty chambers of his revolver before emptying the rest of the box into his overcoat. He then pulls down a slightly rusty nickel plated pump action shotgun from a shelf above the bar, followed by a box of 12 guage shells.
Turning to the woman he smiles, "You look like you can handle yourself and I'd rather have you with me than against me" he quips and tosses her the shotgun.
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Post by Tycho on Apr 25, 2003 13:17:43 GMT -5
"Well there's the 'Prancing Pony' Brothel a few minutes West of here Tbot, but most of the guys in there are helluva dirty, you'd probably catch something awful."
He motioned to Roadkill, who lay slumped across the bar once again.
"Looks like this fella is up for a bit of excitement though."
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Post by Tycho on Apr 25, 2003 11:53:05 GMT -5
Uncle Entity told me he's gone out into the wasteland for a few days. He wont be back till Monday Tbot. I guess you're just gonna have to wait.
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Post by Tycho on Apr 25, 2003 10:03:01 GMT -5
"Where are you?" Tycho repeated in disbelief?
"You're back in cafe, seems some of the patrons threw you out, didn't take too kindly to the fact you were hitting pretty hard upon that lady there."
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Post by Tycho on Apr 24, 2003 16:36:12 GMT -5
That'll be $6 RoadKill. Go ahead with your story, your steak will be ready pretty soon.
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Post by Tycho on Jul 29, 2003 19:17:46 GMT -5
"That's not the roadwarrior's shotgun is it?" Tycho asks, "man, I heard he carried a weapon like that and it's been sitting in that storeroom for ages. Never came back to claim it I heard, too busy blowing outta town on that crazy train."
"That shotgun must've killed more than a few evil do'ers" Tycho continues, "in all my years as a bar keep I can't say I've been confronted with such a legendary piece of kit as this...".
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Post by Tycho on Apr 24, 2003 16:30:17 GMT -5
*carries Gigolo's limp body outside and dumps it in the dust outside the cafe's door.* That'll teach him to pimp somewhere else.
Tycho- "Go back to your drinks patrons, trouble's over."
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