will try to have things rolling by tomorrow morning, maybe sooner.I guess if you want to go, just post here if you are going and I will adjust my setting post later.
Etta & Mac: We're Off to See the Edler!
Etta & Mac: We're Off to See the Edler!
Just a holding spot for now until we know for certain who is going and who is staying. So far looks like Etta and Mac, with Jason and possibly Roy hanging back for research. Lionel is still a wildcard. Let me know either way will try to have things rolling by tomorrow morning, maybe sooner.
I guess if you want to go, just post here if you are going and I will adjust my setting post later.
will try to have things rolling by tomorrow morning, maybe sooner.I guess if you want to go, just post here if you are going and I will adjust my setting post later.
Brett
~A.K.A. Bluehorse
~A.K.A. Bluehorse
Re: Etta & Mac: We're Off to See the Edler!
Mac
"Thats fine Etta, I don't mind driving or your music choice."
"Thats fine Etta, I don't mind driving or your music choice."
Re: Etta & Mac: We're Off to See the Edler!
Etta waves goodbye to the rest of the firehouse, and brings up the directions Ms. Ten-Chiefs gave her.
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Back @ HQ
Etta & Mac: We're Off to See the Edler!
Aug. 11, 2018, 1pm
Hot and getting cloudy, Humid
The drive from the Firehouse is not an unpleasant one. There is plenty of weekend traffic, but not so much that it makes it hard to get around. The GPS quickly steers you down the steep hill that is Y Street as you leave Towson Ave. and head down toward the industrial area of Wheeler Ave. This a stark contrast from what you have seen of Fort Smith so far, as just down the short hill and one main street west, you see the industrial backbone of the entire area. The old scrapyard is prominent in the area, as is a large drainage channel you cross over.
Wheeler though is not your destination. You cross wheeler and immediately go under a very narrow Railroad bride that comes almost to 1 lane and some murky smelly water at the base that splashes up with every car that passes through. As you come up the next hill directly after the RR overpass, you feel like you have come through some strange gateway as the industrial area gives way to nothing but old-growth hardwood trees and ivy. You pass a small pair of signs saying Welcome to Oklahoma and Arkoma City Limits. The road has also changed from blacktop to concrete that looked like it was poured maybe half a century or so and has been patched with various materials over the decades. Parts of the winding street now labeled 9a, are hard to tell what is more prevalent, original road or patch(es). This is a blink and you miss it town.
Just as you think you are coming into town, you realize you are already leaving, turning right onto 9a again and following it down the other side of this small hill you have just climbed, crossing over the Poteau River as the land gives way once more to wide open plains of farmland. The drought is having its toll on the crops, the watering contraptions seeming to work full time keeping circles of crops alive despite the dry heat. The building clouds in the northwest promising some relief.
The houses and other structures are sparse, popping up every so often flanked by large silos, surrounded by hundreds of acres of bottomland crops. There is a feel of this being almost a swampland but it is so well maintained that it never quite gets to that point. The smell of vegetation and loam is heavy, even from inside the jeep.
At the end of the spur, it connects to hwy 9 and you are heading towards Spiro, OK. Etta and Mac both will remember their research that the Caddo were loosely connected to the Spiros who were another branch of the larger Mississippian culture. Pieces seem to be coming together as they continue west. Just before they are inside the Spiro city limits, the GPS takes them past the road with a large sign reading Spiro Mounds Archeological Site => which turns north towards the Arkansas River. But you are steered slightly off the main road to a country road (still paved, but not stripes) full of plenty of potholes here and there to test the Jeeps suspension, and flanked by tall hardwoods on either side once again, blocking out most of the sun and having an immediate effect of helping the AC keep the heat at bay. You begin seeing more and more homes to either side, most of them fairly old and in various states of upkeep from old but immaculate to you wonder if anyone lives their anymore.
As you begin heading deeper into the pseudo suburban area it becomes evident that income is not very high here, as all the homes seem lived in but repairs seem to give way to patchwork repairs just like the worsening roads. Mac spots a small, rusted, half legible sign that says Welcome to Skullyville Indian Reservation.
The small lots of land seem to be surprisingly evenly spaced but more and more ran down as houses give way to trailers and lean-tos and grass is less and less mowed and more allowed to either grow wild or is trampled down to a clearing or two of dust. Junked cars, trucks, and the occasional tractor or boat are seen lining the edges around homes. Lots of people are sitting out on the tailgates of broken-down trucks or in lawn chairs, apparently watching the day go by and counting the passing cars. It takes little to no alertness to realize the people are getting less and less white as well as more native features become dominant: High cheekbones, longer darker hair, and reddish complexions. No doubt there is some intermixing, but not much in the past century n a half until maybe recently.
Soon the GPS turns them down Spring Road and after passing even more rough homesteads, the voice says your destination is on the right. You see a trailer that is certainly one of the better-maintained ones, but it is no less dated. There even appears to be a working truck parked out front.
Sitting out front on the porch is a middle-aged woman in jeans and a button-up shirt despite the head. She weres tall worn boots and an open leather vest not too unlike the types worn by bikers but it is covered in beadwork and native symbols, one of the most prominent looks like a serpent. She sees your vehicle and though looking a little put off she stands up and walks towards you even as you are pulling into her circle drive.
Actions?
Brownie Point Pool
Dr. Vanette Conklin: 46/49 (*)
David "Mac" McAuslan 95/96
* - +1d6 on any one roll. (Xmas)
GM Note: Mac rolled a Ghost Die @ the Cavanaugh Mound
Etta & Mac: We're Off to See the Edler!
Aug. 11, 2018, 1pm
Hot and getting cloudy, Humid
The drive from the Firehouse is not an unpleasant one. There is plenty of weekend traffic, but not so much that it makes it hard to get around. The GPS quickly steers you down the steep hill that is Y Street as you leave Towson Ave. and head down toward the industrial area of Wheeler Ave. This a stark contrast from what you have seen of Fort Smith so far, as just down the short hill and one main street west, you see the industrial backbone of the entire area. The old scrapyard is prominent in the area, as is a large drainage channel you cross over.
Wheeler though is not your destination. You cross wheeler and immediately go under a very narrow Railroad bride that comes almost to 1 lane and some murky smelly water at the base that splashes up with every car that passes through. As you come up the next hill directly after the RR overpass, you feel like you have come through some strange gateway as the industrial area gives way to nothing but old-growth hardwood trees and ivy. You pass a small pair of signs saying Welcome to Oklahoma and Arkoma City Limits. The road has also changed from blacktop to concrete that looked like it was poured maybe half a century or so and has been patched with various materials over the decades. Parts of the winding street now labeled 9a, are hard to tell what is more prevalent, original road or patch(es). This is a blink and you miss it town.
Just as you think you are coming into town, you realize you are already leaving, turning right onto 9a again and following it down the other side of this small hill you have just climbed, crossing over the Poteau River as the land gives way once more to wide open plains of farmland. The drought is having its toll on the crops, the watering contraptions seeming to work full time keeping circles of crops alive despite the dry heat. The building clouds in the northwest promising some relief.
The houses and other structures are sparse, popping up every so often flanked by large silos, surrounded by hundreds of acres of bottomland crops. There is a feel of this being almost a swampland but it is so well maintained that it never quite gets to that point. The smell of vegetation and loam is heavy, even from inside the jeep.
At the end of the spur, it connects to hwy 9 and you are heading towards Spiro, OK. Etta and Mac both will remember their research that the Caddo were loosely connected to the Spiros who were another branch of the larger Mississippian culture. Pieces seem to be coming together as they continue west. Just before they are inside the Spiro city limits, the GPS takes them past the road with a large sign reading Spiro Mounds Archeological Site => which turns north towards the Arkansas River. But you are steered slightly off the main road to a country road (still paved, but not stripes) full of plenty of potholes here and there to test the Jeeps suspension, and flanked by tall hardwoods on either side once again, blocking out most of the sun and having an immediate effect of helping the AC keep the heat at bay. You begin seeing more and more homes to either side, most of them fairly old and in various states of upkeep from old but immaculate to you wonder if anyone lives their anymore.
As you begin heading deeper into the pseudo suburban area it becomes evident that income is not very high here, as all the homes seem lived in but repairs seem to give way to patchwork repairs just like the worsening roads. Mac spots a small, rusted, half legible sign that says Welcome to Skullyville Indian Reservation.
The small lots of land seem to be surprisingly evenly spaced but more and more ran down as houses give way to trailers and lean-tos and grass is less and less mowed and more allowed to either grow wild or is trampled down to a clearing or two of dust. Junked cars, trucks, and the occasional tractor or boat are seen lining the edges around homes. Lots of people are sitting out on the tailgates of broken-down trucks or in lawn chairs, apparently watching the day go by and counting the passing cars. It takes little to no alertness to realize the people are getting less and less white as well as more native features become dominant: High cheekbones, longer darker hair, and reddish complexions. No doubt there is some intermixing, but not much in the past century n a half until maybe recently.
Soon the GPS turns them down Spring Road and after passing even more rough homesteads, the voice says your destination is on the right. You see a trailer that is certainly one of the better-maintained ones, but it is no less dated. There even appears to be a working truck parked out front.
Brownie Point Pool
Dr. Vanette Conklin: 46/49 (*)
David "Mac" McAuslan 95/96
* - +1d6 on any one roll. (Xmas)
GM Note: Mac rolled a Ghost Die @ the Cavanaugh Mound
Brett
~A.K.A. Bluehorse
~A.K.A. Bluehorse
Re: Etta & Mac: We're Off to See the Edler!
If anyone else is joining up here, let me know and I will add you, otherwise, continue in the Firehouse or let me know what else you are wanting to do. I will be making a post in the Firehouse soon as well.
Brett
~A.K.A. Bluehorse
~A.K.A. Bluehorse
Re: Etta & Mac: We're Off to See the Edler!
Etta steps out of the Ecto, extending a hand to Ms. Ten-Chiefs. "Thank you for meeting us on such short notice! This is my colleague, David McAuslan. He goes by Mac. And I hope you'll call me Etta."
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Mac
"Hello Ms Ten Chiefs." Mac extends his hand. "Just call me Mac."
"Hello Ms Ten Chiefs." Mac extends his hand. "Just call me Mac."
Re: Etta & Mac: We're Off to See the Edler!
Back @ HQ
Etta & Mac: We're Off to See the Edler!
Aug. 11, 2018, 1pm
Hot and getting cloudy, Humid
Jean eyes Etta for a moment and the corners of her lips curl up in a slight smirk. Alrght she scoffs at herself a little, Mac's hand. Jean. Let's go. she points to your jeep as she gets into her truck and wordlessly leads them back up the road. It is not too far, a quarter mile or so down the truck rattling collection of potholes and washouts. She turns into a yard full of chickens and rusting lean-to sheds. The trailer looks like it should have fallen in a long time ago, but it is covered in a patchwork of sheet metal and road signs.
Thomas Ten-Chiefs Home:
An old man... some might call him ancient. Is sitting on his front steps waving away flies. He wears a very worn set of clothes. A old snap button long sleeve checkered shirt, jeans that seem like they might have been tight once by the wear marks and a few holes, but now his clothes seem to fit very loosely. He looks up like he is amused and picks up a battered straw hat with a snakeskin band about it and a trio of feathers tied onto with leather thongs and beads. (roll hard brains for this if you want to.) He looks up and stands up, stooped but walking well for a man of his age.
Jean steps out of her truck and walks over to meet her grandpa who takes her hands and says something unintelligible. He looks like the embodiment of a Hollywood Indian man in the modern world. He smiles, making the multitude of wrinkles around his face much deeper where hundreds or thousands of smiles like it have left their mark on his reddish face. He takes her hands in his and holds them while they talk. Jean's voice is much clearer and stronger, carrying back in something.... definitely not English. She nods and turns around, walking to them while he stayed in place, fingering a ring on his left hand.
Jean takes a deep breath. Okay, he wants to talk to you. He knew you were coming, of course. You have some cigarettes, right? Cigars?
Actions?
Brownie Point Pool
Dr. Vanette Conklin: 46/49 (*)
David "Mac" McAuslan 95/96
* - +1d6 on any one roll. (Xmas)
GM Note: Mac rolled a Ghost Die @ the Cavanaugh Mound
Etta & Mac: We're Off to See the Edler!
Aug. 11, 2018, 1pm
Hot and getting cloudy, Humid
Jean eyes Etta for a moment and the corners of her lips curl up in a slight smirk. Alrght she scoffs at herself a little, Mac's hand. Jean. Let's go. she points to your jeep as she gets into her truck and wordlessly leads them back up the road. It is not too far, a quarter mile or so down the truck rattling collection of potholes and washouts. She turns into a yard full of chickens and rusting lean-to sheds. The trailer looks like it should have fallen in a long time ago, but it is covered in a patchwork of sheet metal and road signs.
Thomas Ten-Chiefs Home:
Jean takes a deep breath. Okay, he wants to talk to you. He knew you were coming, of course. You have some cigarettes, right? Cigars?
Actions?
Brownie Point Pool
Dr. Vanette Conklin: 46/49 (*)
David "Mac" McAuslan 95/96
* - +1d6 on any one roll. (Xmas)
GM Note: Mac rolled a Ghost Die @ the Cavanaugh Mound
Last edited by Bluehorse on Wed Apr 07, 2021 6:00 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Brett
~A.K.A. Bluehorse
~A.K.A. Bluehorse
Re: Etta & Mac: We're Off to See the Edler!
Etta also gets a few pings from Jason and Roy about the results of their continued research.
viewtopic.php?f=628&t=7683&p=428433#p428310
I know you guys are probably keeping up with the other threads already, but I wanted to make sure that you are up to date.
viewtopic.php?f=628&t=7683&p=428433#p428310
I know you guys are probably keeping up with the other threads already, but I wanted to make sure that you are up to date.
Brett
~A.K.A. Bluehorse
~A.K.A. Bluehorse
Re: Etta & Mac: We're Off to See the Edler!
Mac
"Sorry, I don't smoke. Perhaps some whisky, I keep a small flask in my bag for medicinal purposes."
"Sorry, I don't smoke. Perhaps some whisky, I keep a small flask in my bag for medicinal purposes."
Re: Etta & Mac: We're Off to See the Edler!
Jean groans a little and shakes her head. Never visit an elder without bringing tobacco! she reaches into her pocket and hands them a pack of cigarettes. And never bring anyone here whiskey. That is the last thing we need here...Rex wrote:Mac
"Sorry, I don't smoke. Perhaps some whiskey, I keep a small flask in my bag for medicinal purposes."
Brett
~A.K.A. Bluehorse
~A.K.A. Bluehorse
Re: Etta & Mac: We're Off to See the Edler!
Etta looks sheepish and apologizes for the oversight. Accepting the cigarettes, she thanks Jean. After being introduced to Mr. Ten-Chiefs, she offers the tobacco, and says, "Thank you for meeting with us, sir. We hope to do some good, with your help."
Re: Etta & Mac: We're Off to See the Edler!
Thomas accepts the tobacco with a smile. He looks them over and grins, winking to Jean as he pockets them and says something as he points to the jeep before bumping Mac's arm with the back of a frail hand that looks like it was once as large and strong as Mac's own. He then chuckles good heartedly and walks to the jeep, climbing into the front seat making a noise like a child imitating a shotgun and chuckling again.Pulpatoon wrote:Etta looks sheepish and apologizes for the oversight. Accepting the cigarettes, she thanks Jean. After being introduced to Mr. Ten-Chiefs, she offers the tobacco, and says, "Thank you for meeting with us, sir. We hope to do some good, with your help."
Jean looks like she is relenting to something and walks to her truck. He wants to see your home. I'll follow so I can give him a ride back here. turning around as she opens the door, she looks at Mac with steely eyes. he likes you. and with that she gets in the truck and it roars to life.
Thomas hollers something you have no hope of understanding and seems quite amused with himself.
Brett
~A.K.A. Bluehorse
~A.K.A. Bluehorse
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Mac
Mac will head to their vehicle and get going. Softly to Jean "I like him as well, reminds me of my grandpa."
Mac will head to their vehicle and get going. Softly to Jean "I like him as well, reminds me of my grandpa."
Re: Etta & Mac: We're Off to See the Edler!
Etta: "Our home? Does he know it's all the way back in Fort Smith? Well, okay. Mac, do you want to drive him back, and maybe I could ride back with Jean?" To Jean, she asides, "I wouldn't want to dampen their spirits."
If everyone likes this arrangement, Etta will hop in Jean's truck. She'll take a minute to review the research sent by Jason and Roy, and then engage in conversation with Jean, talking about family in a general way, but eventually, if Jean seems open to it, asking some direct questions about her grandfather—his history, his connection with her people's culture, his personality, likes, and antipathies.
If everyone likes this arrangement, Etta will hop in Jean's truck. She'll take a minute to review the research sent by Jason and Roy, and then engage in conversation with Jean, talking about family in a general way, but eventually, if Jean seems open to it, asking some direct questions about her grandfather—his history, his connection with her people's culture, his personality, likes, and antipathies.
Re: Etta & Mac: We're Off to See the Edler!
Etta. Roll me a hard Cool to see if you can get through her shell. She is not talkative.
Brett
~A.K.A. Bluehorse
~A.K.A. Bluehorse
Re: Etta & Mac: We're Off to See the Edler!
From Skullyville to HQ
Etta & Mac: We're Off to See the Edler!
Aug. 11, 2018, 2pm
Raining & Cooling
It takes some doing but eventually Jean warms to Etta a little. Grandpa is the family and Tribal Elder and Medicine Man. Not like the hokey witch doctors like you see in the movies. Medicine means anything good for you. Especially on a spiritual level. The old man is a real coyote, too. she smirks. You'll see what I mean, I think. He knows his work and he loves doing it. He is old reservation indian. His grandpa taught him the old fashion way between him being bused to the public school. He never graduated, but he's sharp. Lived almost his entire life on the same plot of land in that old trailer. He became an Elder a farther back than I can remember, and he jokes it is because he just outlived everyone qualified.
What does he like? Football. Especially when the Redskins beat the Cowboys. Only thing I can ever remember seeing him really react badly to was one of the state politicians that was giving the tribe a hard time about land and mineral rights. It went on for a few days, and on the last night the suit said something that flipped a switch in my grandpa. He didn't loose his temper or anything, but he did frown. I don't think anyone had ever seen him do that before. Then he just got up and walked out without saying a word. Everyone else in the room followed after and left the suit sitting there in the room by himself. They are still dogging us. Grandpa wont talk to them anymore. You need to understand, he talks to everyone.
Speaking of which... Mac has been getting an earful of Caddo the entire trip while the old man plays with the radio and tells stories pointing and gesturing to a hundred different things on the way back to town. Apparently these stories are hilarious, because every so many minutes he cracks up and will reach over and hit Mac playfully on the arm. Teja! wid ish Teja! Heheheheeeeee...
And as they get to the Firehouse and pull in, the rain has picked up cooling the air considerably. As Mac pulls around back and drives down into the basement garage, the old man whistles a little looking around as the building seems to eat them. Mac can see the water seeming in through the old wood door and running in a rivulet to the sewer drain in the middle. An odd reminder of the rain outside that drums outside but seems so strangely muted.
Jean and Etta park alongside the building and hurry to the front door to get in.
Back to here:
viewtopic.php?f=628&t=7683&p=428677#p428677
Actions?
Brownie Point Pool
Dr. Vanette Conklin: 46/49 (*)
David "Mac" McAuslan 95/96
* - +1d6 on any one roll. (Xmas)
GM Note: Mac dropped his phone @ the Cavanaugh Mound
Etta & Mac: We're Off to See the Edler!
Aug. 11, 2018, 2pm
Raining & Cooling
Wow, great roll! Just shy of the impossible![b]Etta[/b] wrote: ...if Jean seems open to it, asking some direct questions about her grandfather—his history, his connection with her people's culture, his personality, likes, and antipathies.
It takes some doing but eventually Jean warms to Etta a little. Grandpa is the family and Tribal Elder and Medicine Man. Not like the hokey witch doctors like you see in the movies. Medicine means anything good for you. Especially on a spiritual level. The old man is a real coyote, too. she smirks. You'll see what I mean, I think. He knows his work and he loves doing it. He is old reservation indian. His grandpa taught him the old fashion way between him being bused to the public school. He never graduated, but he's sharp. Lived almost his entire life on the same plot of land in that old trailer. He became an Elder a farther back than I can remember, and he jokes it is because he just outlived everyone qualified.
What does he like? Football. Especially when the Redskins beat the Cowboys. Only thing I can ever remember seeing him really react badly to was one of the state politicians that was giving the tribe a hard time about land and mineral rights. It went on for a few days, and on the last night the suit said something that flipped a switch in my grandpa. He didn't loose his temper or anything, but he did frown. I don't think anyone had ever seen him do that before. Then he just got up and walked out without saying a word. Everyone else in the room followed after and left the suit sitting there in the room by himself. They are still dogging us. Grandpa wont talk to them anymore. You need to understand, he talks to everyone.
Speaking of which... Mac has been getting an earful of Caddo the entire trip while the old man plays with the radio and tells stories pointing and gesturing to a hundred different things on the way back to town. Apparently these stories are hilarious, because every so many minutes he cracks up and will reach over and hit Mac playfully on the arm. Teja! wid ish Teja! Heheheheeeeee...
And as they get to the Firehouse and pull in, the rain has picked up cooling the air considerably. As Mac pulls around back and drives down into the basement garage, the old man whistles a little looking around as the building seems to eat them. Mac can see the water seeming in through the old wood door and running in a rivulet to the sewer drain in the middle. An odd reminder of the rain outside that drums outside but seems so strangely muted.
Jean and Etta park alongside the building and hurry to the front door to get in.
Back to here:
viewtopic.php?f=628&t=7683&p=428677#p428677
Actions?
Brownie Point Pool
Dr. Vanette Conklin: 46/49 (*)
David "Mac" McAuslan 95/96
* - +1d6 on any one roll. (Xmas)
GM Note: Mac dropped his phone @ the Cavanaugh Mound
Brett
~A.K.A. Bluehorse
~A.K.A. Bluehorse