Post by tachyon on Mar 15, 2008 7:10:19 GMT -5
((Hey guys, hope you don't mind me starting up another RP at the same time as the other one, but I think it's ok since this one has no major continuity running through it. It's just a random misadventure.))
Kei, sitting in a comfortable leather chair, rubbed her hands in nervous anticipation. She was sitting before a large wooden desk, covered in stacks of paper, photoframes, and a small sign that read 'A.C. Dinnmore, President'. Mr Dinnmore, sat behind the desk in an even larger leather chair. He was large, pink and, despite the building being air conditioned, sweaty; his white 3-peice suit -complete with Texas belt buckle and cowboy boots- had large sweat patches under the arms. Dinnmore grunted and put Kei's resume down on the desk.
"Well, it's a good load of skills you got here missy, but I ain't sure if you're right for this job."
Kei blinked, then frowned
"What? Why? The ad said you were looking for someone who could speak fluent Galstad and I can. Plus 14 other languages."
"I won't deny that, and if it were just those facts comming into play then sure I'd take you up quicker than a steped-on rattler," he paused to wipe the sweat off his brow with an already soggy hankercheif, "but the thing is your a new arrival. You aint been on Eath for long and I'm willing to bet you don't have much of an idea about Earth history, let alone American history."
Kei looked at the various framed photographs that hung arround the office. They were, in actual fact, screenshots. Screenshots from the Artifical Reality world that this company ran to educate and entertain locals and tourists alike. She pointed her finger at one, a shot of an old steam train.
"That," she said, "is a type 4-4-0 steam locomotive, typical of the mid to late 1800s. I'd say about 1870 for that one."
Next, she pointed to a picture of an NPC holding a pair of revolvers.
"Colt Single Action Army, manufactured by Colt from 1873 to 1941, single action revolver, chambered 6 .45 caliber rounds. Also known as the 'Equilizer' and the 'Peacemaker'."
"The flag there," Kei indicated to an actual flag framed on the wall, somewhat threadbare and yellow with age, "...has...38 stars on it, meaning it's from at least 1877, after Colorado became a state but before Idaho, Montana, North Dakota, South Dakota and Washington did in 1891. Now that over there is-"
"Allright, allright, you've convinced, humbled and educated me Miss Latienfa." Dinnmore was smiling widely as he stuck out his hand for Kei to shake, which she did before dicreetly wiping it on her leg, "Most folks just wander in here off the street hoping that their high school diploma and a few John Wayne movies make 'em qualified to be my GMs, but I had a feeling when I saw you walk in. I said to myself 'Now there's a go-getter. There's a girl who got motivation', and turns out I was right."
"Does that mean I got the job?" Kei was trying hard to contain her excitment. She felt like she was going to throw up, but whether that was from nerves or the stink of sweat she didn't know.
"Miss Latienfa, I'd be madder than a march hare to let someone like you go."
The large man got out of his chair with some effort, put a white cowboy hat on his head, and put a flabby arm around Kei as they walked out of the office.
"We'll get you jacked up for a tour in just a minute."
"Wow. Thanks a lot Mr Dinnmore."
"Now, if your gonna be working for me I don't want none of that Mr Dinnmore nonsense. You just call me Porky like everyone else round her...can't say I know why they choose it, though." he laughed as he slapped his massive gut with his free hand.
"Heh, ok Porky, I'm Kei."
"Well Kei, welcome to Westworld!"
SEVERAL HOURS LATER
((Ok, now this is where you guys come in. First to post gets to pick location and activity.))
Kei, sitting in a comfortable leather chair, rubbed her hands in nervous anticipation. She was sitting before a large wooden desk, covered in stacks of paper, photoframes, and a small sign that read 'A.C. Dinnmore, President'. Mr Dinnmore, sat behind the desk in an even larger leather chair. He was large, pink and, despite the building being air conditioned, sweaty; his white 3-peice suit -complete with Texas belt buckle and cowboy boots- had large sweat patches under the arms. Dinnmore grunted and put Kei's resume down on the desk.
"Well, it's a good load of skills you got here missy, but I ain't sure if you're right for this job."
Kei blinked, then frowned
"What? Why? The ad said you were looking for someone who could speak fluent Galstad and I can. Plus 14 other languages."
"I won't deny that, and if it were just those facts comming into play then sure I'd take you up quicker than a steped-on rattler," he paused to wipe the sweat off his brow with an already soggy hankercheif, "but the thing is your a new arrival. You aint been on Eath for long and I'm willing to bet you don't have much of an idea about Earth history, let alone American history."
Kei looked at the various framed photographs that hung arround the office. They were, in actual fact, screenshots. Screenshots from the Artifical Reality world that this company ran to educate and entertain locals and tourists alike. She pointed her finger at one, a shot of an old steam train.
"That," she said, "is a type 4-4-0 steam locomotive, typical of the mid to late 1800s. I'd say about 1870 for that one."
Next, she pointed to a picture of an NPC holding a pair of revolvers.
"Colt Single Action Army, manufactured by Colt from 1873 to 1941, single action revolver, chambered 6 .45 caliber rounds. Also known as the 'Equilizer' and the 'Peacemaker'."
"The flag there," Kei indicated to an actual flag framed on the wall, somewhat threadbare and yellow with age, "...has...38 stars on it, meaning it's from at least 1877, after Colorado became a state but before Idaho, Montana, North Dakota, South Dakota and Washington did in 1891. Now that over there is-"
"Allright, allright, you've convinced, humbled and educated me Miss Latienfa." Dinnmore was smiling widely as he stuck out his hand for Kei to shake, which she did before dicreetly wiping it on her leg, "Most folks just wander in here off the street hoping that their high school diploma and a few John Wayne movies make 'em qualified to be my GMs, but I had a feeling when I saw you walk in. I said to myself 'Now there's a go-getter. There's a girl who got motivation', and turns out I was right."
"Does that mean I got the job?" Kei was trying hard to contain her excitment. She felt like she was going to throw up, but whether that was from nerves or the stink of sweat she didn't know.
"Miss Latienfa, I'd be madder than a march hare to let someone like you go."
The large man got out of his chair with some effort, put a white cowboy hat on his head, and put a flabby arm around Kei as they walked out of the office.
"We'll get you jacked up for a tour in just a minute."
"Wow. Thanks a lot Mr Dinnmore."
"Now, if your gonna be working for me I don't want none of that Mr Dinnmore nonsense. You just call me Porky like everyone else round her...can't say I know why they choose it, though." he laughed as he slapped his massive gut with his free hand.
"Heh, ok Porky, I'm Kei."
"Well Kei, welcome to Westworld!"
SEVERAL HOURS LATER
((Ok, now this is where you guys come in. First to post gets to pick location and activity.))
