008 - Buying and Selling At Your Local Store

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[Meet Roy Slater, your local General Store Manager, whatever you need, he'll find you. Eventually. He has a seller's smile on his face.] Ladies and Gentlemen, fear not those rumours, your local store has all you need so to stock up on food, ammunition and guns. All you need to keep you and your family save as houses!

All our goods are of the highest quality and cheap as I can make them!

So come down here and we stock it, you'll get it and if we don't, we'll get it for you!

Thank you!


[OOC: Spam and orders can go here.]

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[cauchemal]

[Mrs Cobb comes to the general store fairly late in the day, alone, and looking nervous.]

Mr Slater.

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[Slater gives her a small smile, mindful of her husband's recent death.] Ma'am?

[cauchemal]

Mr Slater, you know I'm to be heading back East soon. [Her face is an open book, and it's clear to anyone that she's ambivalent about this prospect.] It's a long journey, and while I know I'll have some good men about me, I'd feel better if I ... [Gulp. She lowers her voice.] If I had myself a gun. Don't suppose you got anything fit for a lady?

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[Slater takes a deep considering breath, before nodding sagely. He puts up a finger for her to wait a moment before heading to the back.

He emerges with a small, ornate looking box.] This used to be Rachel's. [Rachel's 'dead', of course, except for the part where she's living with a two-bit trader back East and working as an actress. Her dream, despite the fact that no right-thinking woman wants to be one. That was Slater's point and that was why she left.

He opens the box, orienting it so only the two of them can see inside and reveals a pearl handled gun.]

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[Mrs Cobb's eyes go wide at Rachel's name and wider still at the sight of the gun itself. She's a little afraid of it, but at the same time she thinks it's the most beautiful thing she's ever seen. Which is a weird thought for a lady of her station.]

You'd sell me that?

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[When Raymond Perkins comes in, he smiles brightly.] Guns? Really? Then no one will need to worry! [Isn't that just great? He'll remember that, should it become needed.]

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[Slater smiles at the enthusiasm.] My good sir, I have anything a gentleman like yourself could need!

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[He looks shocked.] I wouldn't want a gun, myself. What if I accidentally shot someone? [The horror! Besides, he's got his own stashed back home.]

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That's what training is for, my man! [He replies without missing a bit.] But what brings you here?

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But what if I shoot someone during training? Ah, whatever. I need food!

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If you keep feeding the rumors, Roy, you're going to run out of customers.

[ Not that Wally minds. The business that's leaving will have to come to him for wagon repairs. ]

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Come now, Wally, we'll need just be ready, that's all! Our town ain't a bunch of shrinking violets!

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Maybe not, but you'll scare away travelers with talk like that! Or was that your plan all along?

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Nonsense! Better a well defended down than out on your own!

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Afternoon Mr. Slater.

[He comes in, tipping his hat] Come for my usual. Sugar and flour. My family'd also like a bolt of cloth if you could.

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Afternoon, son. [The flour and sugar, in their usual measurements are quickly got but the cloth takes a while he places some on the table.] Which one do you fancy? [The prices are clearly marked.]

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It's for my sister's boy.

[he shakes his head] I knew that I should have brought him here with me. Which one says "kid" to you?

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Hmm. [Slater hovers and picks one that matched the family's spending power, not too cheap but not too expensive either.] He'd look handsome in this I think.

FFFF TAGGING.

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[Enter one genteel individual wearing a dusty black suit, carrying his coat over an arm. He looks a bit warn, but has a calm smile on his face]

Afternoon'. Powerful hot today innit.

Re: FFFF TAGGING.

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Afternoon. [Slater is wary. Well dressed or no, he's a stranger.] Yeah. It's a wave we're having. Anything I can get you, sir?

Re: FFFF TAGGING.

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I'm passing through and I could use a few supplies. [He rubs at his chin] essentials. It's hard to find a decent general store like this between here and [INSERT NEAREST TOWN HERE]

[weary sigh] Don't suppose you'd happen to have somethin' to carry water in, shaving creme and a straight razor would you?

[He rubs at his chin again] less you'd know of a good barber in town.

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[He dips his head in the direction of the barbers.] Armand's shop down the way.

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[Mayor Narvin comes in with a friendly smile, making the rounds about his town.]

Now, don't you be rilin' up folk too much, Mr. Slater. Nervous people with guns is bad news. I'm as much in favor of an honest profit as the next man [and occasionally a slightly dishonest profit, too], but don't you push the advertizing too far.

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[There's nothing more annoying than a customer that never buys anything.] My customers ain't fools, Mayor, I'm not going to soft soap them.

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