Neroli and Gunhand
POSTED BY: Elwoodmom
UPDATED: Tuesday, July 19, 2005 01:09
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*Wanders back into camp.*
So, did we find 'em yet or what? And why is TRM spray painting his horse?
If you can be an idiot, I can be an idiot. - D'Argo
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* Side by side, TheRealMe and HowdyRockerBaby swagger into the saloon. Many unfriendly pairs of eyes glare at them over their drinks. TheRealMe walks up to the bar, smiles and tips his black hat to the barkeep. *
TheRealMe: Howdy!
HowdyRockerBaby: What?
TheRealMe: Huh?
HowdyRockerBaby: What? What do you want?
*TheRealMe is puzzled. *
TheRealMe: Nothing.
* TheRealMe turns back to the barkeep. *
TheRealMe: Howdy!
HowdyRockerBaby: WHAT NOW?
* TheRealMe turns to HowdyRockerBaby. *
TheRealMe: Look, how are we going to find Neroli or Gunhand if you keep interrupting…
* Two dozen individuals in the tavern grab for pistols, rifles, and shotguns. Two dozen weapons are leveled at TheRealMe and HowdyRockerBaby. Many clicks are heard as hammers are drawn back. A single bead of sweat slides down TheRealMe’s right temple as he takes this in. *
TheRealMe: Oh, any of you folks heard of them?
TheRealMe, Sheriff of Serenity County
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*Rat and Mal returning from the empty jail see TRM and Howdy in peril! Rat instinctively draws his LeMat and arms the shot gun(which(as you will see) can clear the room of two dozen people standing in close proximity to one another)! Rat kicks in the saloon doors, which then swing back at him, knocking Rat back out into the street!*
Huh? What's the matter about me?
-Ratboy
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um... uh... can i buy ya'll a cup of milk? Possibly some pudding? 
*bottle crashes 3 inches left of ear*
guess not then....
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MAL: This is my scrap of nowhere. You go on and find your own.
SAFFRON: You can't just leave me here, on this
lifeless piece of crap moon...
MAL: Sure I can.
SAFFRON: I'll die.
MAL: Well, as a courtesy, you might start
getting busy on that, cause all this chatter ain't doin' me any kindness.
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* TheRealMe turns to Rat and HowdyRockerBaby. *
Well, at least we have confirmed that neither Neroli nor Gunhand are in the town jail.
* The Deputy lets loose a semi-sentient “Har, har, har,” as he shuts the cell door behind the three companions and locks it. He takes the large iron key, on a large iron key ring, of course, and heads back to the front office, still chuckling. *
Oh, well.
* Disguise now pointless, TheRealMe replaces the black hat with his white one, pulls a tin star out of his pocket, breathes on it, polishes it on his shirt, and affixes it to his vest. He sits on the cold stone floor, pulls his guitar from… somewhere… and begins singing: *
TheRealMe’s a good guy, with a white hat of course,
He sings, plays guitar; he rides a white horse.
Won’t sing ‘bout the whole clubhouse; too many, he’ll say.
But he’s done with the folks on the posse TODAY!
And what of the posse? We rode, sang, and ate.
With no sign of Neroli or Gunhand to date.
Do we keep searching? Take them to Mal?
Or do we do something ELSE for our half-birthday gal?
* TheRealMe remains still and quiet for a moment, then smiles. *
Ah, I thought so. The Deputy is snoring, fast asleep. Let’s get out of here and back to the camp.
*TheRealMe stands and touches the cell wall. A spot of light appears, and expands into a ring of fire surrounding a dark void, as wide as a tall person. TheRealMe steps into this hole in reality, and beckons his cellmates to follow. *
TheRealMe, Sheriff of Serenity County
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*El is leaning against the jail wall, patiently waiting for the kiddos to find their way through the wall. Toe tapping, she wonders what to do next. Montanagirl is with her, silent in equal bewilderment*
There you all are! Well, after finding an empty jail, buying a round of milk when we are almost out of money, and Rat knocking himself into the street, I ask...DID ANYONE FIND ANY INFORMATION ABOUT NEROLI AND GUNHAND??
TRM's song may be right...we may have to celebrate Mal's birthday without them. Or maybe we can make up scarecrows to look like them.
*sigh* I best go talk to the mayor, see if he knows anything. How much ammo/rubberbands do we have left? Anyone get hit by one??
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Is he snoring because he has no taste in music and thought that was borin' or are you magic?
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Early: I only hurt people because they keep getting in the way of me finding you. Tell her.
Simon: What am I? Your advocate?
Early: You are starting now.
Simon: He's really very...gentle...and fuzzy. We're becoming fast friends.
Early: You folks are all insane.
Simon: Well, my sister's a ship. We had a complicated childhood.
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It's a good thing we got out of there fast... I get bored quickly 
All I could figure is that everybody knew Neroli and Gunhand...but they sure as hell ain't talkin'
Perhaps we should check out Londinium? Perhaps they've made Gunhand the king there? 
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Early: I only hurt people because they keep getting in the way of me finding you. Tell her.
Simon: What am I? Your advocate?
Early: You are starting now.
Simon: He's really very...gentle...and fuzzy. We're becoming fast friends.
Early: You folks are all insane.
Simon: Well, my sister's a ship. We had a complicated childhood.
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Quote:
Originally posted by Elwoodmom:
Or maybe we can make up scarecrows to look like them.
I can help make a dummy. At the place where I lived in college we had a dummy that sat on the couch on our front porch. His name was Homer and we were all very fond of him. *Sigh* I miss Homer. He was such a good listener.
If you can be an idiot, I can be an idiot. - D'Argo
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Quote:
Originally posted by howdyrockerbaby1:
It's a good thing we got out of there fast... I get bored quickly
All I could figure is that everybody knew Neroli and Gunhand...but they sure as hell ain't talkin'
Perhaps we should check out Londinium? Perhaps they've made Gunhand the king there?
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Early: I only hurt people because they keep getting in the way of me finding you. Tell her.
Simon: What am I? Your advocate?
Early: You are starting now.
Simon: He's really very...gentle...and fuzzy. We're becoming fast friends.
Early: You folks are all insane.
Simon: Well, my sister's a ship. We had a complicated childhood.
Great idea. Pick a partner to go with you, and check out Londinium. Come back to the water tower as soon as you can. King Gunhand...has a ring to it! Maybe Neroli is with him, as his minion.
I wonder why the townsfolk ain't talkin?
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