1.1.01.01.011: the rules don't exist in the wild west.
I was thinking about perhaps setting up some sort of social event for all you newcomers to the town. At least, all the welcome ones. I'm Eddie Russett, son of Holden Russett [who's crazy rich and lives somewhere that is not. here.], who I'm sure you've heard of.
I also run the paper - the Enquirer - here. Single handedly. [when he says paper. It's a weekly sheet of paper with bits of information on it. Clumsily printed and occasionally misspelt]
If there's anyone with a story to tell, contact me and we can have a chat about making your story come to life. Questions you want answering or asking? I'm your man.
I don't suppose we have any photographers amongst our newest residents, do we?
[Private message to the Mayor]
Mayor Narvin, is it possible to get an interview with you at some point tomorrow? For the paper? Mostly on the subject of the railroad, as I'm sure you can understand the interest in such a thing.
[He also intends to bug you about bandits, but still.]
[Private message to the Marshals]
I've seen all your posters up around town, sirs, and I was wondering if it was possible to ask you a few questions about the man you're looking for. For the paper, you see. The more information out there, the less worry, as I'm sure you're aware.
[Private message to the Sheriff's office (so deputies too)]
Could I borrow one of your gentlemen for a few minutes or so, for a few moments' interview, nothin' more?
Failing that, could I possibly acquire a formal statement on the subject of the rumours of outlaws outside of town? Has anyone been hurt yet? Is it something you're worried about?
((ooc: last minute change from the plotting post. Eddie is now a bumbling, naive rich kid playing at journalism. And he always, always asks too many questions. Feel free to want to have him bumped off/turn down his requests for interviews.
Also, he's conventional colour blind, but he tries to keep it a secret.))
I also run the paper - the Enquirer - here. Single handedly. [when he says paper. It's a weekly sheet of paper with bits of information on it. Clumsily printed and occasionally misspelt]
If there's anyone with a story to tell, contact me and we can have a chat about making your story come to life. Questions you want answering or asking? I'm your man.
I don't suppose we have any photographers amongst our newest residents, do we?
[Private message to the Mayor]
Mayor Narvin, is it possible to get an interview with you at some point tomorrow? For the paper? Mostly on the subject of the railroad, as I'm sure you can understand the interest in such a thing.
[He also intends to bug you about bandits, but still.]
[Private message to the Marshals]
I've seen all your posters up around town, sirs, and I was wondering if it was possible to ask you a few questions about the man you're looking for. For the paper, you see. The more information out there, the less worry, as I'm sure you're aware.
[Private message to the Sheriff's office (so deputies too)]
Could I borrow one of your gentlemen for a few minutes or so, for a few moments' interview, nothin' more?
Failing that, could I possibly acquire a formal statement on the subject of the rumours of outlaws outside of town? Has anyone been hurt yet? Is it something you're worried about?
((ooc: last minute change from the plotting post. Eddie is now a bumbling, naive rich kid playing at journalism. And he always, always asks too many questions. Feel free to want to have him bumped off/turn down his requests for interviews.
Also, he's conventional colour blind, but he tries to keep it a secret.))