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[ladybirdcrap]

You've made it out of the prairie and underbrush, congratulations! But with the lack of supplies from the journey around Alderwood has left you beat. Your horses hate you, you've got sand up in places where it's not welcome, you're hungry, cranky, and if you've been riding you'll be walking like Dean for a little bit. Lucky enough for you, the next town isn't much of a detour, so you can restock, trade, and try not to burn anything down.

[Mission: Stock up, let the horses rest, treat your cholera, etc]

Comments

[cabineyes]

You'll have to excuse his sense of humor. I doubt the man even knows what fun means judging by his earlier attempts at joking.

[ you can always trust on him being a little shit. takes a few bottles when the guy's not looking. ]

[andtrue]

One of my personal philosophies is if you can remember the fun you've had, it wasn't fun enough.

[ helps himself to the start of one of the bottles. ]

[iforgotthepassword]

[ cleared out ]

[ hasn't noticed yet ]

[crotchbite]

[ these two. she purses her lips in amusement and arches her eyebrows up ]

I don't know, I think some of them were funny. [ she was hearing them all along

getting out of the market before the guy notices he's been had ]

[cabineyes]

[ you traitor. ]

[ hauls the bag out of the way. ]

[andtrue]

There's a great one about--

[ stops himself and looks over to hook. ]

Eh, maybe I shouldn't. Not this time.

[crotchbite]

[ wraps an arm around hook's and quirks her eyebrows up. aw princess don't be a baby ]

Maybe some other time. [ plucks the bottle from august and takes a look at it, before handing it to hook. make peace ]

[cabineyes]

Yes, we've heard enough for one day. My ears are still ringing from before.

[ august germs. drinks. ]

[andtrue]

[ just don't drink it all. ]

Then give us something else to talk about. Pick something riveting.

[crotchbite]

[ he won't

grabs the bottle of whiskey to herself and wipes her sleeve on it. drinking from the bottle is so low but whatever she'll do it because she's not sitting with these two in a bar ]

I thought you were the writer. [ hands the bottle back to august ]

[cabineyes]

Let's talk about treasure. Riches, jewels, gold, gems! Anything sumptuous and costly.

There must be some of that sort in this world too.

[ tosses the bag into the wagon and dusts the dirt off his sleeve. that's enough work for one day. ]

[andtrue]

[ now i ain't sayin' she a gold digger ]

Would you call diamonds your... best friend?

[crotchbite]

[ hops on the wagon to do some organization on bags and also to sit down on the edge ]

Diamonds are more loyal than people. They never really-- [ leans back to grab a glass so she can stop sharing germs with these two and another bottle ] --betray you. Quite solid friendship on that premise alone.

[ smiles and pours herself a nice glass of that horrible whiskey ]

[cabineyes]

You heard the lady!

[ gloating because that's right. he'll be marilyn monroe any day of the week. ]

[ takes the bottle from hel and pops the cork off against the wagon side. ]

[andtrue]

[ takes the first bottle back again. ]

Hell, anything's more loyal than people. But no amount of diamonds'll help a troubled mind sleep at night.

[ except for hook maybe. a bed of diamonds. ]

[crotchbite]

[ she looks at him over her glass and smiles against it. it's a very bitter empty smile tho ]

Oh, you have no idea what it can do.

[cabineyes]

[ he'd love a bed of diamonds. waves his hand as if to dismiss his words entirely. ]

A troubled mind?

If it's someone troubling your mind, gold will make someone else take care of that for you and if it's an empty bed that's troubling you, gold can solve that problem as well.

If the fact that you don't have a bed at all is making you lose sleep... well, with diamonds you wouldn't end up in that situation in the first place.

I'm not sure I understand the point you're so feebly trying to make, mate.

[andtrue]

Oh, I know the value of gold. I wasn't trying to make any kind of point.

[ takes another drink from the bottle. ]

I guess I just found more in hoarding experiences, instead of treasures. Any precious object gets stolen in the end, after all.

[crotchbite]

[ leans against the side of the wagon and looks at hook, looking like a little kid talking about gold and diamonds ]

Well, you just got to steal them back then. [ quirks eyebrows up. u feel me? ]

[cabineyes]

That's right.

But there are of course, the joys of hoarding as well, looking for the treasure and finding it.

[ yeah he misses those times. ]

Or stealing, as it happens.

[andtrue]

So what's your greatest treasure? What was the prize that made your adventure worthwhile?

[ august has shit luck with stealing things. ]

[crotchbite]

[ such a pirate. hoarding. ]

There has to be a thing now? Only one? [ laughs a little

yeah there was a Thing
was. ]

[cabineyes]

A case of blue sapphires. Dazzling, most beautiful rocks. I doubt you've ever seen anything like them. Took us longer than a fortnight to find in that wretched jungle and turns out the case was cursed.

[ flashbacks and drinks. :') ]

Ah. Quite dreadfully so, but it made them all even more desirable. Almost lost half of my crew back then, but I wouldn't trade away a day of it.

[andtrue]

[ reminded of bombay sapphire instead of pretty stones. ah, the drink of his first lost weekend. ]

... There was a guy in India. Homeless, but the son of a billionaire. Always tried trading in his old man's jewels for food and drink.

[crotchbite]

Sounds like a story for one of your books.

[ doesn't really believe he's a writer tho ]