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Of course, it's ready. With his arms idly by his sides, and his fellow Constructicons about him, Scrapper knew that their work was perfect. The math was unarguable. The prototypes were a complete success. The scale ups had all the bugs worked out of them. There was no room for failure in the...

Are we posting in any particular order or are we just trying to be polite to our fellow players?

I should be generally open today.

And we're going again

"Tson Tin's got the General Store here in town," barkeep told Riley, pointing in the general direction down Main Street. "If that old coot ain't got it in his store, it probably ain't gettable in these parts." Barkeep looked around, to see if anyone was listening, and then leaned in close to...

I'll reply today

I can be in and out, it's a family day

We must never forget about the leeches

Oh yeah, or threading smallpox!

Eleanore smiled in return. It was that trait that caused them to meet in the first place. "Seems so," she said gently. "You rest up. Then we will figure out what to do with you."

Laughing, Eleanore took off Riley's shoe's and put her in bed. "You take you clothes off when you're ready," she said, "and I'll wash 'em. Right now, you should probably sleep.". It looked like Ellie was going to be sleeping in the chair for a while.

Eleanore helped her childhood friend onto the horse, holding the side of the bridle to lead her to the little room she rented where Ellie stayed while in town. It was small, but it had a bed, a resting chair, a vanity table, a chest of drawers and several books on top held with two iron...

"We'll walk him, slow," Eleanore said. "And that way you don't have to walk."

Pasteur was about to throw away a petri dish that was covered in mold, when a drip of his snot (I got in trouble in college for calling it that in a paper---it's post nasal mucus) fell into the dish. He noticed that clear band began to form around where the drip fell, the mold was killing the...

"Let's get you on your horse," Eleanore suggested. "Then in a bed. I don't know if you'll be doing anything other than layin' up for a while." She laughed, trying to lighten the mood, but a bullet wound to the side wasn't a small thing, and healing from it wasn't either.