"Huh...didn't think those products survived the War, Heh, might grow one myself" David chuckled as he stroked a pretend beard.willofbob said:
He then turned to Donny and said "Kinda overdressed for a gig like this, aren't 'cha?"
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He then turned to Donny and said "Kinda overdressed for a gig like this, aren't 'cha?"
"You clearly don't understand style, my friend. This here offers the functionality of any light armor, and the panache that comes with pinstripes. It also let's me conceal certain things. I'm packing a .44 behind my left breast and a knife strapped to my back. If I didn't tell you, you'd have never known unless you prompted me to use 'em. Don't take me for a moron just because I like to dress well."
David was taken back a little: "whoa didn't mean anything by it, just we could be wading though a LOT of shit, hate to see a nice suit like that get ruined. So what kind of .44?"
Jayne nodded at Max as he retook possession of his shotgun. Checking the chamber, he pushed in a shell before sliding the pump forward. As David and Donny spoke, he flipped the shotgun over and reinserted each of the eight shells that went into the tubular magazine underneath.
I do hope these Profligates know how to fight without a firearm, should they run out of ammunition. Possibility of resupply seems fairly unlikely at this point, but we shall see, Jayne thought to himself.
I do hope these Profligates know how to fight without a firearm, should they run out of ammunition. Possibility of resupply seems fairly unlikely at this point, but we shall see, Jayne thought to himself.
Half way though their converstaion regarding guns and ammo, David said "Hold that thought, HEY! Is there a shop on this junk heap?" he then yelled.
"A magnum revolver. Simple, fast, and durable. As for dirt, I don't worry. I've never had a problem with bloodstains before, why should mud give me any trouble?" He leaned past David and followed by shouting "YO! When're we gonna hit shore, I'm achin' for some solid ground!"
<spoiler=OOC>Still waiting to see if anyone else wishes to hop aboard this boat of an Rp, and HAPPY THANKSGIVING*
A steward trundled over to the large group, "Departure is set to 12:00 pm on the morrow after two more loads of passengers have embarked, in the mean time feel free to follow the signs, or allow me to escort you to the Holding Deck where several local vendors and automated systems are ready to provide service to you.
Please note that there is also gambling and other games at the Holding Deck." The Protectron looked well and able as its light flickered with its voice.
After a few more crates and a handy Lifter shifted some larger ones from the platform and the boat, the last few passengers departs, noticeably a caravan group (lightly armed), several ghouls with the one leading them in a Hawaiian print shirt (light-medium armed), and what is clearly woman of negotiable virtue and a pimp/escort (armed to the teeth).
The man begins talking to Captain Conroy in as hushed a tone and far away from anyone in general.
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A nearby Steward begins telling the man on top of the small crate fort to immediately disassemble the small structure. His somewhat strange Gutsy begins barking orders like a floating general and the Steward wanders off after raising what could almost pass for a salute.
The young man reappears after ducking down and comes out with a crude sign written in black letters. Clear to most anyone "Robin Repairs".
One of the trio splits off waving later to her companion and goes over to the shop and begins an animated conversation out of ear-shot. The one that left for the back of the ship returns to the front.
To where Thanksgiving applies, note that if people are busy during this holiday then I won't nag you on being late with posts or not bothering for a while
A steward trundled over to the large group, "Departure is set to 12:00 pm on the morrow after two more loads of passengers have embarked, in the mean time feel free to follow the signs, or allow me to escort you to the Holding Deck where several local vendors and automated systems are ready to provide service to you.
Please note that there is also gambling and other games at the Holding Deck." The Protectron looked well and able as its light flickered with its voice.
After a few more crates and a handy Lifter shifted some larger ones from the platform and the boat, the last few passengers departs, noticeably a caravan group (lightly armed), several ghouls with the one leading them in a Hawaiian print shirt (light-medium armed), and what is clearly woman of negotiable virtue and a pimp/escort (armed to the teeth).
The man begins talking to Captain Conroy in as hushed a tone and far away from anyone in general.
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A nearby Steward begins telling the man on top of the small crate fort to immediately disassemble the small structure. His somewhat strange Gutsy begins barking orders like a floating general and the Steward wanders off after raising what could almost pass for a salute.
The young man reappears after ducking down and comes out with a crude sign written in black letters. Clear to most anyone "Robin Repairs".
One of the trio splits off waving later to her companion and goes over to the shop and begins an animated conversation out of ear-shot. The one that left for the back of the ship returns to the front.
To where Thanksgiving applies, note that if people are busy during this holiday then I won't nag you on being late with posts or not bothering for a while
"Sounds like we got ourselves a place to git some more ammo," Jayne commented, opening up his small bag. Four full magazines for his 9mm sat inside, along with a few days' rations, a small roll of NCR bills, and small bags of Legion coins and caps. "I tell ya what, fellas, wanderin' around 'thout a family or home's easy on the wallet, 'specially when ya got a pension to go 'long with income from the occasional merc job. Hey, robots, if NCR cash ain't accepted on board, there any place to swap it out for what y'all do take nearby?"
"Your NCR money is not accepted on board with any of the ship vendors, but local merchants can assist you in this matter down in the Holding Deck, or any other merchants that have arrived recently."
The steward promptly replied as it waved its arms towards the entrance to the lower decks, and to the Caravan and "Robin Repair".
The steward promptly replied as it waved its arms towards the entrance to the lower decks, and to the Caravan and "Robin Repair".
"Yeah...no family..." David half-heartly said, thoughts of his experances in the Boneyard came rushing back at Jayne's comment.
He zoned out for a moment.
He zoned out for a moment.
"Well, that Robin kid looks to be closest," Jayne began, turning his head to David but eyes on the crate pile, "let's head over and swap fer some useful cash. Pard'n us." Weaving through the crowd, Jayne walked over to the crate fort and stopped, pulling out the wad of bills.
"Howdy, you mind swappin' this out fer whatever they're gonna use on this boat?" Cringing, Jayne slowly held up the roll of NCR$2000. "Damn, knowin' my luck they'll be usin' caps."
"Howdy, you mind swappin' this out fer whatever they're gonna use on this boat?" Cringing, Jayne slowly held up the roll of NCR$2000. "Damn, knowin' my luck they'll be usin' caps."
Robin was still talking animatedly to one of the Trio, get closer there conversation seemed to be about robotic parts and functions along with signals and different wave lengths among other things, unless you're someone well acquainted with this it blows right over your head.
<spoiler=Hey! A Skill Check!If you chose science or energy as one of your main focuses or your history has some involvement with it then you could have gotten some information, but sense last I checked no one here really does meet the requirements I won't be sending any secret messages =p.
The girl noticing the approaching Jayne gave a wave and met back up with her other two companions.
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<spoiler=Robin-Jayne> Turning towards Jayne, "Hey there! Welcome to Robin Repairs, and I sure can, how does... (rummages around the crate counter) 550 caps for the 2000?" His face was warm and welcoming and his Gutsy floated around and out of sight behind the crates.
<spoiler=Hey! A Skill Check!If you chose science or energy as one of your main focuses or your history has some involvement with it then you could have gotten some information, but sense last I checked no one here really does meet the requirements I won't be sending any secret messages =p.
The girl noticing the approaching Jayne gave a wave and met back up with her other two companions.
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<spoiler=Robin-Jayne> Turning towards Jayne, "Hey there! Welcome to Robin Repairs, and I sure can, how does... (rummages around the crate counter) 550 caps for the 2000?" His face was warm and welcoming and his Gutsy floated around and out of sight behind the crates.
David snapped out of his trance and followed Jayne and Max to the store asking the Storeclerk *Robin* "Got a long term supply of 5.56mm and .308?, I got enough on me now, but I will need some more later on"
"Agh, damn exchange rates," Jayne muttered, holding up the roll of bills. "Coulda at least got 800 for this out in Vegas. How 'bout 600?" Jayne noticed the woman returning to her friends out of the corner of his eye, and his head slowly turned to follow. "Yer lady-friend's pals lookin' fer an army-type?"
These Profligates may live in a diseased, corrupt society, but they certainly look better than those starving slaves.
You are too old, Caecilius. There is no point in looking at this age, especially among those who would see you dead if they knew.
These Profligates may live in a diseased, corrupt society, but they certainly look better than those starving slaves.
You are too old, Caecilius. There is no point in looking at this age, especially among those who would see you dead if they knew.
"Where'd I put my damn caps," Donny said to himself. "I sold the apartment, I got my suit from the cleaners, I worked that dead beat over, and I said goodbye to...Joey. God. Dammit." He reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a mere 10 caps and 18 .44 rounds. "He had to take bullets, too? He uses a friggin' plasma!" He remembers the steward mentioning something about a gambling hall.
"Steward! Come 'ere! Don' you walk away from me! Tell the dealer to set up a blackjack table, and load it wid extra caps. I don't want to have to bleed 'im dry!" He cackled out loud as he turned on the card counter in his pocket watch, following the steward.
"Steward! Come 'ere! Don' you walk away from me! Tell the dealer to set up a blackjack table, and load it wid extra caps. I don't want to have to bleed 'im dry!" He cackled out loud as he turned on the card counter in his pocket watch, following the steward.
Robin looked at them sceptically, "I've got the odd round or two stored up in this sea set shack, but I don't think I've got much to offer." He said towards the ghoul and beret, "If you're looking for more ranged then just go to the Holding Deck, I deal more in energy and better tech."
Turning towards Jayne, "Sorry, I can give you maybe 560 at best, but hey take it and I'll toss in a free check up of your gear, no charge."
Robin eye balling Jayne a bit, "I'm don't think that trio of red heads are looking for anyone here, but you could always talk to them."
Rummaging around again Robin brought out a small box of mixed ammo along with a small sign on it saying "Free Ammo". It was small and held numerous variety but barely enough to fill a pocket.
"Feel free to take some surplus, ocean knows I don't use'em."
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Sailing briefly overhead everyone a bucket soared and landed right on top of a stewards head a sound of a brash Gutsy behind the stall shouted "Bulls Eye!" and let a laugh of enthusiasm. Another steward quickly removed the bucket and both waddled away.
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The steward closest to Donny replied "I'm afraid the casino of the cruise is currently being handled by contract and not under direct control of Captain Conroy. If you would like to head there then follow me or follow the signs."
<spoiler=OOC>The girl from the Trio waved goodbye to Robin by the way.
Turning towards Jayne, "Sorry, I can give you maybe 560 at best, but hey take it and I'll toss in a free check up of your gear, no charge."
Robin eye balling Jayne a bit, "I'm don't think that trio of red heads are looking for anyone here, but you could always talk to them."
Rummaging around again Robin brought out a small box of mixed ammo along with a small sign on it saying "Free Ammo". It was small and held numerous variety but barely enough to fill a pocket.
"Feel free to take some surplus, ocean knows I don't use'em."
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Sailing briefly overhead everyone a bucket soared and landed right on top of a stewards head a sound of a brash Gutsy behind the stall shouted "Bulls Eye!" and let a laugh of enthusiasm. Another steward quickly removed the bucket and both waddled away.
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The steward closest to Donny replied "I'm afraid the casino of the cruise is currently being handled by contract and not under direct control of Captain Conroy. If you would like to head there then follow me or follow the signs."
<spoiler=OOC>The girl from the Trio waved goodbye to Robin by the way.
"That'd be a kindness," Jayne replied, handing over the bills. He removed the ammo from his guns and handed them over along with the combat knife, retaining the machete that every Legionnaire knew how to properly maintain. "And I actually ain't worried 'bout women much," he began to dig through the box of ammo, " 'specially not since... ah, ferget it." Rifling through the brass, Jayne pocketed the three 9mm rounds and 12 gauge slug he found.
"So what brings ya on this here boat, Robin? Not many fightin' types set up shop atcher age."
"So what brings ya on this here boat, Robin? Not many fightin' types set up shop atcher age."
I know, that's why Jayne asked about her friends and not her.
"Ewww...surplus, no offence But I don't really use them, wear out my guns too fast, got any straight ammo?" david asked Robin
Donny looked at the steward as if he was just told to jump in the ocean.
"You ain't doin' anything, right? Just lead me there. I gotta get a good lucky streak goin'. Bullets and cognac don't pay for themselves, eh? Oh, and, uh... What kinda security you got in there, anyhow?"
"You ain't doin' anything, right? Just lead me there. I gotta get a good lucky streak goin'. Bullets and cognac don't pay for themselves, eh? Oh, and, uh... What kinda security you got in there, anyhow?"