Scene V: The Mayor's House

[Wrathbone]

I keep my hands rested atop my gun handles, lest the Mayor decide to try any antics.

Incidentally, how far down is it to ground level? Is there a balcony or veranda or anything outside the windows? I'm thinking it might be worth a quick exit rather than risk tusslin' with the Redrum boys on the way outside.

[Sly Boots]

Doc will attempt to open the strongbox.

[Stormbringer]

Is there a balcony or veranda or anything outside the windows?

There is indeed a balcony! This is outside the door on the southern wall of the mayor's dressing room, where Doc currently is.

[Wrathbone]

Looks like a reasonable escape route. If it's too high to climb down, I guess we could fashion a rope from the Mayor's longjohns.

[Stormbringer]

Doc will attempt to open the strongbox.

Doc, test SLICK!

[Sly Boots]

10 ¬_¬

[Stormbringer]

Now test GRIT! (d20+1)

[Wrathbone]

Oh boy.

Pique is bubbling.

[Stormbringer]

Looks like a reasonable escape route. If it's too high to climb down, I guess we could fashion a rope from the Mayor's longjohns.

I think it could be climbed down with a successful SLICK test.

[Sly Boots]

Now test GRIT! (d20+1)

17 total.

[Stormbringer]

Doc is struck by a POISON NEEDLE TRAP (I should have made you roll 2d20, Doc, but you passed anyway) hidden in the strong-box lid.

Thankfully, he's not affected by the toxin.

The box contains, as the Mayor said, sixty silver coins and a silver crucifix, itself worth sixty silver. There's also a pair of handcuffs and a pair of rubber gloves.

[Sly Boots]

Am I right in saying the CK is down a pair of handcuffs? If so, I'll hand him those and try not to think too hard about where they've been...

I'll pocket the crucifix as I have a spare slot and offer the silver to the rest of the group to divvy up as they wish.

[Wrathbone]

Seeing Doc recoil from the needle, I draw my Slackarms. "I warned you, you sonofabitch."

I blow the Mayor's foot off.

[Stormbringer]

Am I right in saying the CK is down a pair of handcuffs? If so, I'll hand him those and try not to think too hard about where they've been...

He's still got 'em. But I'm sure he'd be happy to have a second pair.

[Wrathbone]

I would indeed. If I've no room left for them, I'll handcuff one end of them to my wrist.