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  1. Mature Content: No With: Addy, F. Falmer Browne Bear, et al Location: Residence of F. Falmer B. B. When: June 1876 Time of Day: Afternoon The letter had been sitting on her table for a few days, and while Addy knew it was for her, and from Jay, she hadn't read it, mostly because she couldn't read but a few words, and she had been pondering over who to read it. Not, Weedy, of course, he was just a kid, and if there was something in it bad (she couldn't imagine what that might be, she loved Jay and he loved her), she didn't want him finding out that way. Work had kept her busy, although it had given her plenty of time to ponder on who she could ask to read it for her, and after miles of hemmin' an' hawin', and thinkin' on this one an' that, she settled on her neighbor, F. Falmer, so now she was standing on his porch, the letter stashed in the pocket of the blue wool skirt she was wearing, and after knocking, she took off her hat and scooped some stray hairs behind her ear as she waited. @Javia
  2. Mature Content: No With: List characters and NPCs in the thread. Location: Clara and Jacob Lutz When: June 1876 Time of Day: Late night, early morning right after the wedding The bed wasn't large but there had been enough room for the newly married couple to enjoy their first married night together. And they took full advantage of it too. It had been heaven, while it lasted, even though a part of her worried their wildness might actually pave the way later not to heaven but the hot place. She had enjoyed it all so much, well it probably couldn't be proper. Still, if anyone would have asked her if she had regrets or even better, would she have chosen differently if my some miracle the pair of them were back next to the lake that first time and just about to make love. No, she would not have changed a thing. Now as they lay entwined in each other arms, cleaned up but still naked, it was just peaceful and she felt so contented. They didn't even talk for a bit, Jacob probably felt the same. However, tomorrow they would have to wake up to a completely different life than before. And there was so much to deal with and it had to start sometime with a good (and probably difficult) discussion . Ever the realist, Clara decided to begin now. "Jacob, now what? I hate to bring this up but.............well, my father and brother will want their home back and we need to come up with living quarters for...well...tomorrow night. We have so much we need to do, plan....I think we should talk about it...now. Do you not agree?"
  3. Mature Content: Maybe a little With: Miriam, Arabella, other saloon folk/customers Location: Star Dust Saloon When: Late June, 1876 Time of Day: Early evening Miriam had finished her day of work at Pettigrew's shop and was, as per usual, heading home to her family who lived in town, it wasn't even a long walk. Her employer had been pleased with her work that afternoon and, in a bit of surprise generosity, allowed her to leave work a half hour early. So she had a bit more time than usual before she would be expected home by her mother. Her father was probably still working at his business to be, seeing to some of the necessary carpentry. Hopefully by the middle of July his butcher shop would be up and running, at least that was the plan. Miriam normally avoided even walking on the side of the street with the saloon as that meant walking by it on the boardwalk. She had always been led to believe, even from back in New York City, that such places were dens of iniquity and indeed even dangerous to young ladies such as herself. But she now had met a two women - alright, one teenage girl and one young woman, who were employees at this Star Dust saloon. Arabella was her age even, Miss Mundee (the so called harlot) only some five or six years older. She had modeled a dress for this saloon entertainer and from the little time she spent and talked with the woman, she seemed.......well, actually very nice. It was a real surprise. Arabella on the other hand was - if you put aside her fairly strange ways - truly a wonderful person, so kind and sweet, full of compliments and supportive of Miriam's modeling ordeal. They had hit it off immediately and Miriam was positively buoyant about the possibility of now having a bosom friend in this new town. Her family were new and she was, to put it bluntly, lonely for some sort of companionship besides her immediate family. She wasn't a child anymore, she was beginning to do more thinking for herself and wanting to 'stretch her wings' as the saying went. Arabella and Miss Mundee lived in a completely different thoroughly mysterious world so different from her humdrum existence. And neither certainly were the kind of horrid people she had always been told dwelt in such awful places. So to say she was curious about taking a quick look in the place was an understatement, it was by now practically all she could think about. So this time she deliberately slowly even strolled onto the boardwalk right past the windows and swinging doors of the Stardust. She could hear the sound of mens' voices, laughter, even before she got to the doors it smelled like smoke...tobacco smoke. She had hoped to hear the sound of a piano playing as Arabella told her that's what she did there. But nope, nor any woman singing. Maybe they were just between performances? The young miss came to a halt then at the doors, trying to peer over them and get a better look inside, hoping to luck out and see Arabella herself inside. But even if she couldn't get that lucky, she would see what all the so called excitement was about. However no sooner did she do that than from behind a grown man wrapped one arm around her and ushered her right on thru the doors! "Excuse me!" she was beyond startled, more like shocked but she was in then. The man grinned down at her, he was a cowpoke, he smelled of cattle and sweat and at first glance he had to be at least twice her age. His grin showed tobacco stained teeth and his cheeks and chin certainly had seen a razor for a few days. "Aww, come now, I could see you were curious so you might as well come on in and get a closer look. I bet yer lookin' for someone to buy you a drink maybe? I'm your man then, honey!," he drawled. "No, no, I was just..." Miriam shook her head but had yet to pull away. "You new here then. Never seen you around before. Kinda young but hey, we can't be picky I reckon," he declared, he still had his arm around her waist with clearly no intention to just simply let her change her mind and leave. "Francine didn't tell you to show up here by any chance?" it was as if he suddenly thought of something. What Miriam did not know (certainly could not be expected to know) was that this Francine he had just mentioned was a local hooker to spent time on occasion inside the Star Dust looking to make her living by offering her 'services' to willing customers. The Star Dust did not have their own prostitutes like some saloons did but the place also did not forbid them as long as they took their trade off the premises and did what was expected of them somewhere else. Francine had a small room where she plied her trade. So for all the cowboy knew Francine had recruited somebody new? "Francine? No, I don't know who that is, sir," Miriam shook her head, "I need to go now." "Go? You just got here!" the man laughed, even as another man stepped up. "Nice, who you got there, Frank?"
  4. Mature Content: Maybe a little With: Caroline, Miriam, Worcester, Arabella, Jemima Location: That clothing shop with the horrifyingly long name When: June 20 1876 Time of Day: Late morning Caroline was on a mission that fine morning, getting up reasonably early (for her anyways) and then heading out of the saloon to go shopping at that swanky new clothing shop. Thank the lord it was far simpler to find than to say the name of out loud. Whoever came up with that moniker did the customers no favors. She had need of a new dress for her act as Matilda had less than subtly suggested that very thing and told her she would go halfway on the price. Now Caroline loved the latest fashions from the east and surely this place would have some. Or, if not, they might well be able to make one for her. As soon as she told Arabella of her decision, the girl - in her usual fashion - got all excited and insisted on coming along. Caroline agreed but warned her she was not going to be buying a new dress for the girl. She was paid now for her work in the saloon, thanks to Caroline, and it was now up to her to save up for things of this sort. Caroline was not her mother, did not need to dress her. So it was that the tiny bell tinkled above the front door as Caroline sauntered on in like she owned the place, a grand entrance her usual mode of entry. She already liked what she saw on display. But that would be too easy, no, she would first see if they maybe had something special, not on display. Of course it had to be colorful and of the latest east coast fashion. Or....maybe even Paris! "Hello? Anyone here? You got customers, paying customers at that!" she called out then grinned at Arabella.
  5. Mature Content: No With: Miriam, Mr. Pettigrew Location: Pettigrew & Packham (Deceased) Drapers, Millinery, Haberdashery, Specialist Corsetry Emporium and Ladies Outfitter. When: June 1876 Time of Day: Morning just prior to opening time on the Hours sign Miriam Kaufmann paused at the door of the shop with the practically exhausting title - Pettigrew & Packham (Deceased) Drapers, Millinery, Haberdashery, Specialist Corsetry Emporium and Ladies Outfitter - she dearly hoped she would not be expected to memorize that! She could easily imagine her stumbling thru it whilst talking to customers. Although, just maybe she would not even have to talk to customers. She would soon find out. Clearing her throat and adjusting her hat hopefully just perfectly, she then knocked on the door. She almost made the attempt to try the handle and open it but decided against such boldness. Her employer might think that impertinent. After her father had returned home yesterday with the news he had secured her a job in this establishment, after the whole family were overjoyed with that outcome, the girl had asked him what he was his assessment of the man who she was going to work for. Her father would have none of it. "Daughter, it does not matter what I think of him or not, you will be in his employ and expected to do as you are told. This is work not a social occasion. Just be polite and respond to his every order without delay. You must make a good impression on him, you see." Miriam did understand, what with her father new in town and setting up his own business, they were in need of whatever money they could get for living expenses as the purchase of the new storefront and living quarters and all that went with it was ruinously expensive. Miriam, being the oldest of the children, Benjamin was counting on her to start contributing for real now to the family welfare. She was no longer a child, she was a young woman. She, on the other hand, was determined not to disappoint her father and all the family. Her thoughts were interrupted then as the door opened and a most imposing large man stood there. Miriam acknowledged him with a hasty nod then spoke. "Goodday sir. I am Miriam Kaufmann, daughter of Abraham Kaufmann. Here to start work, to work for you," she announced trying not to sound nervous, her English was quite good but did have a German accent for those in the know.
  6. Mature Content: No, maybe language With: Clara, Arabella, Caroline, anyone in saloon Location: Star Dust Saloon When: June, 1876 Time of Day: Early evening Now that she had finished with Emeline, Clara now had one more invitation to attend to. Unlike Emeline, this particular individual filled Clara with worry. Unlike what Jacob thought, she did too like Arabella. It's just that they were such different types of personalities. And the younger girl was such a loose cannon to use the old sea-going phrase even if she did mean well. Clara really didn't have many (OK any) friends her own age, not that it ever bothered her all that much - her life was a full one, so Arabella alone qualified. Oh there was Bridget too, who was sweet in so many ways but not quite all there. It did not help that once more Clara had to visit the saloon. This was a part of life she had no experience with and no desire to experience. Saloons were awful places. Her father had said dangerous places even for young ladies. But Clara figured since Arabella worked there that would be the place most likely to find her. Her mind so full of wedding plans, worries, and what have you, Clara wasn't even thinking straight though as this time she went right thru the swinging doors of the front entry as opposed to going around the back entrance.Only once she was in did she realize that might not have been the right thing to do. There were maybe a good dozen customers, most of them leaning against the long bar, and her entry drew quite a few looks, mostly of puzzlement. Being the object of such a focus did not help her confidence any as she tried to ignore everything but searching for Arabella. She knew the girl played the piano here but no one was sitting by it at the moment. "Hey there, sweetheart. You lost?" a deep voice spoke up and as her eyes swiveled to see who was speaking it was some dusty cowpoke she'd never seen in her life. "No, I am not," she replied then resumed her searching. There was only one female even in the whole place, some blonde lady in a bright red and low cut dress. Must be one of the whores? "You ain't huh? That's good cuz you come to the right place, missy. I'll buy ya a drink then," the cowpoke offered, as another next to to him chuckled. "I do not drink but thank you for your offer," she informed him as calmly as she could. "Well, then, are you here for drummin' up some business, I'll bite. How much you cost?" the cowboy obviously had his own idea what sort of young miss this was. "I beg your pardon?" Clara looked wide eyed, she suddenly had an inkling of what he was referring to. "Playin' hard to get are ya?" the cowpoke took a step closer to the girl. "Alright, alright, finish yer drink, Lester, she ain't interested," suddenly that blonde woman stepped on in between them. "She's old enough ta speak fer herself..." the cowboy started. Caroline didn't let him finish but snapped, "I said....FUCK OFF! " Lester hadn't expected the words or the fire from the normally congenial saloon gal and did a quick retreat. He did not want to attract the attention of the bartender, Ralph Flandry already had a reputation of being very protective of the singer/dancer. Clara went wide eyed at the foul language but was grateful it worked and the man was no longer a threat. She swallowed then said softly, "Thank you." "Sure thing, hon! I never saw you in here before and you don't seem the type to spend time in these kinda places so why ya here?" Caroline smiled, trying to put her at ease. "Umm...I am looking for Arabella Mudd," Clara managed to get out. "Oh sure! Well, ya came to the right place. She'll be out here in a minute. I'm about to do on that there stage and sing. Arabella plays piano for me," Caroline explained. "Oh, I see. Do you think I would have time to talk to her for just a few minutes? It is quite important but will not take long," Clara requested. "I don't see why not, hon. Why don't you go and take a seat at the piano? No one will bother you, they saw what just happened here," Caroline waved her hand in that direction. "Very well, thank you, miss," Clara nodded. "None of that 'miss' or 'ma'am' stuff. I'm Caroline," the saloon gal then marched her over to the piano. "She'll be out here any minute now. She loves playin' the piano, she's really quite good at it," Caroline declared.
  7. Mature Content: Only in words not actions With: Clara, Jacob and Lorena Lutz, Granny Miggins Location: Miggins Farm When: Early June, 1876 Time of Day: Mid afternoon When her father had suddenly informed her that if she wanted to see Jacob more often, he would agree but those times needed to be chaperoned. Clara was stunned and not happy about it, least at first. But then she thought she would at least be able to see and talk with Jacob more often. But the lack of privacy....well, lest she get too upset, she had to admit her father and Lenora Lutz had legitimate reasons to for this decision. Thing is it was too late! They had shut the barn door after all the horses were out of the barn! But she could hardly protest that to her father so she meekly agreed to the new conditions. Now this afternoon, the girl was going to visit the Miggins place for the very first time. She was of course delighted to see Jacob, but this also meant she would be formally introduced to Jacob's older sister and far far scarier, none other than Granny Miggins who had a town wide reputation as .........anyhow might be charitable to just say 'formidable'. Aurelian had driven her there in the family wagon but informed the girl he was not even going to get off the vehicle but instead ride off and pick her up four hours from now. He told her to tell the Lutzs and Miggins that he was really busy and needed to get to town. He confided in his daughter though that the real reason was he wanted nothing to do with Granny! Clara understood. Honestly she felt the same way but this was going to be unavoidable in her case. Hopefully Jacob would protect her. Dressed in a clean sober colored brown dress with shoes cleaned and wearing a head covering as polite society expected, the girl then approached the front door of the place and knocked.
  8. Mature Content: No With: Lenora Lutz, Aurelian Redmond Location: Lick Skillet Diner When: June 1876 Time of Day: Just past 11:00 AM Aurelian had to go into town that day to bring in some bridles and reins to be repaired, the blacksmith did such things too and better than he himself could plus took barter for payment. He would pay him in produce. After dropping off the items at the smithy, he then proceeded to the Lick Skillet for the lunch appointment with Miss Lutz. Clara was not working that day not that it mattered. He was there to discuss farming matters with the woman. He was just grateful it didn't have to be Granny Miggins. Emeline had to wait on customers besides prepare the food in the kitchen but she was prompt and efficient even as Clara always proclaimed the woman to be. He ordered a bowl of stew and a coffee, this place made better coffee than back at home. Then he sat back to await the woman's arrival, he was perhaps a bit early.
  9. Mature Content: Unlikely With: Caroline Mundee, Arabella Mudd Location: Star Dust Saloon When: May 1876 Time of Day: Night Caroline was ready for bed, it was actually early morning but that was pretty much her usual bedtime given she worked late hours given the nature of her job - singer, dancer, saloon girl. It was a life she was used to and you would never catch her complaining about it. However that did not mean it was an easy job because it wasn't. The smoke curling about the ceilings, the loud constant conversations among the customers, almost all of them men. Gambling, drinking heavily, it made for risky situations at times. Or some man would decide to try and paw her or worse. Plus many if not most of the men were armed, not a good combination when combined with liquor. So far there had been nothing serious here at the Star Dust though she was still comparatively new to the place if not to the career. She liked her employer, a woman who often seemed stern but also struck her as fair. The bartender/bouncer was a tough looking sort though quite a softie on the inside. That said she got an eye witness view of one time when a surly cowboy tried to test the man. He regretted it. The cook, a negro woman, was as competent a cook as she was good natured. That left the young scrub girl who also doubled as the piano player. They had not hit it off to put it mildly, the girl hated her. Caroline took solace in that it had not been her doing, the girl was jealous and willful. However, Caroline understood and tried not to take it personal. The child really was a good piano player, which made it easier for her to sing and dance her numbers. Slowly though it seemed things were getting....tolerable between them. Tonight now she hoped she could surprise Arabella and perhaps the girl would put aside the hostility. That and Caroline felt Arabella deserved this too. More than simply felt, she had argued for it. And, at last, got her way. The young woman had a knack for getting her way but it sometimes took real effort, this had been one of those. Caroline had kept her bedroom door open as she removed her shoes and stockings, waiting for the girl to walk by in the hall on the way to her own room. She didn't have long to wait. "Oh, there you are. Can you come in once, hon? I got somethin' ta tell ya. It won't take long, I know we're both tired," she addressed Arabella.
  10. Next Day (Following Just the Two of Us thread) Morning Clara was in such a good mood as she swept whatever little dirt she had found out the front door of their cabin. The weather was bright and sunny, warm, even warmer than usual but nothing wrong with that. Her father had departed a some time ago and reminded her he would probably not be home until evening as he and Mr. Coltrane were determined to make some real progress on those stubborn stumps. She did not envy him the hard work that took to pry the stumps with their deep root systems out of unyielding ground. She had a point of stressing he should take his time and not worry about the farm, she would take care of everything necessary. She had indeed already milked the cow and feed and watered the horses and chickens. As for her little brother, Wyatt was off at school, the boy had made a new friend with some orphan lad at the dance and it seemed to have improved his mood about school then too. Not that Wyatt would ever be a diligent student, he just did not have the interest. But anyhow, all that aside Clara was in such an upbeat mood because Jacob Lutz was coming to visit her in response to her invitation the day before. Yes, she realized that proper decorum stated a young lady should not have a young man in her company without an escort. But that was in civilization, back East, this was the frontier and things were different (or so she rationalized). Perhaps one of the biggest reasons the girl was spending so much time sweeping by the front doorstep was because she was watching for HIS imminent arrival.
  11. Mature Content: No With: Clara Redmond, Jacob Lutz, anyone in the diner Location: Lick Skillet When: May/1876 Time of Day: Late morning Since the barn dance, and what a heady evening that had been, things had settled back down to normal again in Clara's world. Farm chores took up much of her time around home plus she tried to put in as many hours as she could at the town diner. She loved working for Emeline, from the very beginning they had hit it off so well. But one thing was proving to be an irritant for the young lady. She barely got to see much less talk with the young farm boy who had so impressed her at the dance. Why she even found herself thinking about him even as she did laundry or worked the vegetable patch. They had, afterall, agreed to see each other again, as in spend time with each other. Oh, Jacob was at church services on Sundays with his grandmother even as Clara sat in a different pew flanked on one side by her father and the other, Wyatt. But that at best allowed them passing nods or simple hellos. To be sure, Clara did not much like Granny Miggins (well that would just be another name on what would be a huge list should she ever choose to make one) and imagined the woman did not like her either. On occasion, Jacob stopped into the Lick Skillet to order a slice of pie and a cup of coffee. Clara made a point of course to wait on him but even then their conversation was quite limited, at least compared to what Clara desired. And his time there too short. Still, it was better than nothing she supposed. But on this particular day, when her eye caught the diner front door opening and gangly farm boy enter and head for the same table he always went to, she was especially excited to see him. For she had excellent news, least she thought it was, to tell him. She had just set down two cups and saucers before two older women and bade them enjoy their tea so that meant she could deal with the next customer. Jacob! She needed to remain cool and collected though and first turned toward Emeline who was taking payment from another customer for his lunch, "Oh, I got this one." Then it was off to march straight up to Jacob who was now comfortably seated and gazing up at the chalkboard menu on the wall. Naturally enough he spotted her arrival though. Clara actually smiled(!) as she greeted him. "Good day, Jacob. What will you be having on this fine day?" In reality it was gloomy and drizzling outside, given the socked in cloud cover probably would be like that all day too. But for Clara, that was NOT why the day was fine!

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