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[ another cabin goer... boothill has waltzed his way inside, carrying a large, empty bucket.
across his chest in bright, red words:
GRAEY NICK CLEMENTINE
he tips his hat, but not enough to keep his eye off of daan. ]
Howdy there. ...Ain't seen you around. Anyway, y'got some utensils t'spare for the barngoers?
across his chest in bright, red words:
GRAEY NICK CLEMENTINE
he tips his hat, but not enough to keep his eye off of daan. ]
Howdy there. ...Ain't seen you around. Anyway, y'got some utensils t'spare for the barngoers?
[ He
looks at this guy. And looks at the text on his chest. What the hell does that even mean. ]
Somehow, despite the small space, it turns out that forty people is a lot to get through. Pleasure is mine, Mr... Boot?
[ HILL OF THE BOOT? ]
Depends on what kinds of utensils you're looking for, and whether you could spare us some hay in return. Think fashioning a broom will make the place a bit more tidy.
looks at this guy. And looks at the text on his chest. What the hell does that even mean. ]
Somehow, despite the small space, it turns out that forty people is a lot to get through. Pleasure is mine, Mr... Boot?
[ HILL OF THE BOOT? ]
Depends on what kinds of utensils you're looking for, and whether you could spare us some hay in return. Think fashioning a broom will make the place a bit more tidy.
[ GRUMBLE ]
That's Boothill. That muddle-fudgin' profile horse-shirt nonsense. How the fork do you even-
[ SHAKES HIS HEAD and waves his hand. ]
Anyway, go 'head 'n take all the hay you want. Got bales of it after doin' cleanup, [ thumbs to the barn, ] but Miss Ishtar's got a broom y'all could pro'bly borrow if ya bring it back. Got no problem askin' for ya.
That's Boothill. That muddle-fudgin' profile horse-shirt nonsense. How the fork do you even-
[ SHAKES HIS HEAD and waves his hand. ]
Anyway, go 'head 'n take all the hay you want. Got bales of it after doin' cleanup, [ thumbs to the barn, ] but Miss Ishtar's got a broom y'all could pro'bly borrow if ya bring it back. Got no problem askin' for ya.
[ barn doors are open and boothill is inside! he's sitting on a bale and carving a block of wood with a small fruit knife. it looks like he just started on whatever he's making.
he sees daan arrive nods at him, sitting up taller. ]
There he is. You survived all that fudgin' hubbub earlier?
he sees daan arrive nods at him, sitting up taller. ]
There he is. You survived all that fudgin' hubbub earlier?
[ What the hell is this manner of speaking. He has to really kind of squint, thinking and trying to sort out what Boothill's saying through all the botched swearing. ]
Mr. Boothill, then. I'll be alright, if I need a broom that badly I'll go ask Ishtar myself.
Someone played a mean prank on your bulletin?
Mr. Boothill, then. I'll be alright, if I need a broom that badly I'll go ask Ishtar myself.
Someone played a mean prank on your bulletin?
Eventually, I managed to free myself from the crowd that'd formed.
[ Rolling his... eye. Everyone giving Daan their sympathies... thanks... half of you put his name on the bulletin to begin with. ]
...
[ He doesn't know anything about cowboy culture because America kind of doesn't exist in his world but this picture he's seeing weirdly feels right. ]
Carving something?
[ Rolling his... eye. Everyone giving Daan their sympathies... thanks... half of you put his name on the bulletin to begin with. ]
...
[ He doesn't know anything about cowboy culture because America kind of doesn't exist in his world but this picture he's seeing weirdly feels right. ]
Carving something?
[ boothill also has one visible eye... brothers
anyway. he lifts up the little wood piece and tips his head. ]
Tryin', anyway. Used ta' pass the time that way back on my homestead. Been a while though.
[ he stands, sets them both on the nearby table, and reaches down to pick up his liquor handle. it's already near the bale and halfway-drunk. ]
You wanna talk about it or just drink? [ grabs two glasses. ] We can shoot the shirt 'bout anythin'. Don't have to be yer life story.
anyway. he lifts up the little wood piece and tips his head. ]
Tryin', anyway. Used ta' pass the time that way back on my homestead. Been a while though.
[ he stands, sets them both on the nearby table, and reaches down to pick up his liquor handle. it's already near the bale and halfway-drunk. ]
You wanna talk about it or just drink? [ grabs two glasses. ] We can shoot the shirt 'bout anythin'. Don't have to be yer life story.
Edited (oh my god i made him curse.......) 2024-06-13 01:38 (UTC)
[ HELP HIS PG FILTER!! ]
I'm afraid my life doesn't have much interesting to tell, Mr. Boothill. Though of course, I'd be happy to hear you share, and I'll at least try to share in kind.
[ He'll seat himself opposite to the robot cowboy on another bale of hay. ]
Alcohol, though, I can talk about.
I'm afraid my life doesn't have much interesting to tell, Mr. Boothill. Though of course, I'd be happy to hear you share, and I'll at least try to share in kind.
[ He'll seat himself opposite to the robot cowboy on another bale of hay. ]
Alcohol, though, I can talk about.
[ pours him a glass!! ]
People 'round here seem to think otherwise when it comes to you.
[ he walks over and offers the cup. once daan has it, he takes a seat and kicks back his own drink, ending with a satisfied sigh. ]
Yeah? What's yer preference?
People 'round here seem to think otherwise when it comes to you.
[ he walks over and offers the cup. once daan has it, he takes a seat and kicks back his own drink, ending with a satisfied sigh. ]
Yeah? What's yer preference?
I've not, but I'm afraid our very worlds are different, so it may just be that. I'm sure it must be quite the find though. A type of wine or whiskey?
[ Thinking about what's usually aged in oak... he sniffs the glass and looks a bit at ease already. This looks like nice stuff. Taking a sip. ]
[ Thinking about what's usually aged in oak... he sniffs the glass and looks a bit at ease already. This looks like nice stuff. Taking a sip. ]
[ desperately googles which alcohol tastes the most like like dynamite bbq with rocket fuel ]
Finest whiskey in all the cosmos, straight from the heart of the Asdana space system. Had my first taste of it 'fore all'a this fudge happened.
[ circles a hand in the air. ]
Went down like a dream. 'Course, that was for a special occasion. I'll drink just 'bout anythin'. Could be common as dirt.
Finest whiskey in all the cosmos, straight from the heart of the Asdana space system. Had my first taste of it 'fore all'a this fudge happened.
[ circles a hand in the air. ]
Went down like a dream. 'Course, that was for a special occasion. I'll drink just 'bout anythin'. Could be common as dirt.
[ HELP lbr it's probably vodka. ]
I'm almost envious, Mr. Boothill. [ Not actually, but you know, just making light-hearted conversation. ] What I'd give for a finer drink than what we've got here, though I do enjoy mixing them a bit more than drinking them plain. Still, better than none.
Think the finest I had the pleasure of tasting was a top-shelf import from Bohemia. Saved for special occasions, typically. Gifted to me.
I'm almost envious, Mr. Boothill. [ Not actually, but you know, just making light-hearted conversation. ] What I'd give for a finer drink than what we've got here, though I do enjoy mixing them a bit more than drinking them plain. Still, better than none.
Think the finest I had the pleasure of tasting was a top-shelf import from Bohemia. Saved for special occasions, typically. Gifted to me.
It's one or the other, usually.
[ That's like calling Boothill 'Bill'. ]
We don't. I had a similar conversation with Mr. Aventurine as well. I believe it's something the scientists are interested in, but we're yet to succeed at that sort of thing...
[ And to be totally honest, he's not sure they should, but that's another story. ]
[ That's like calling Boothill 'Bill'. ]
We don't. I had a similar conversation with Mr. Aventurine as well. I believe it's something the scientists are interested in, but we're yet to succeed at that sort of thing...
[ And to be totally honest, he's not sure they should, but that's another story. ]
[ boothill's expression falls. he looks into his drink. ]
Mister Aventurine, huh? [ his voice is low and snide. he takes a drink. ] He and I were familiar 'fore we arrived. Guess you already got your primer then. Asdana is the last star system Mister Aventurine and I were at.
Mister Aventurine, huh? [ his voice is low and snide. he takes a drink. ] He and I were familiar 'fore we arrived. Guess you already got your primer then. Asdana is the last star system Mister Aventurine and I were at.
Edited 2024-06-13 03:24 (UTC)
He didn't. I got the impression that he was an... inquisitive sort, let's say.
[ He was asking an awful lot of questions, etc, and way too 'friendly' in just the right way to feel weird, at least to him. If only Aventurine met Rodya... they would've gotten along like a house on fire, potentially. ]
[ He was asking an awful lot of questions, etc, and way too 'friendly' in just the right way to feel weird, at least to him. If only Aventurine met Rodya... they would've gotten along like a house on fire, potentially. ]
Yeah, that's him all right. Keeps his cards close to the chest. Least that lines up with what I heard of 'im, anyway. He and I crossed paths the first time right 'fore we arrived.
[ another sippy. ]
Guy's an executive for a department in the intergalactic mega-corporation what controls the economy of the cosmos. Not the department I care 'bout most, but still a part of that muddle-fudgin' machine all the same.
[ another sippy. ]
Guy's an executive for a department in the intergalactic mega-corporation what controls the economy of the cosmos. Not the department I care 'bout most, but still a part of that muddle-fudgin' machine all the same.
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