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[OOM: "How do you feel?"

"I don't know the polite word for it."]

Patrolling the perimeter with Miss MacFarlane, he could do. Shooting rabbits and coyotes with Miss MacFarlane, he could do.

This low on blood, it wasn't like it was a walk in the park, but he wasn't dead, now was he?

Thing is, this was supposed to be his quarters.

And so as he slides the Spencer carbine into the holster on his back, all that comes to John's mind is:

"Huh. This place again."

[OOC: Open, but subject to instaslows and sporadic slowtimes.]

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Jim starts out of his chair when he sees the new arrival.

"Marston!" Jim exclaims. "Thank God you pulled through. Listen, I'm sorry we vanished on you. Wasn't our choice - that was Milliways's doing. We got a four of the bastards in that fort, but Williamson took off."

"'This place again'?"

The woman to Jim's left crosses her arms loosely over her chest. Funny thing about Texas women, you can't always tell if they're worried or angry.

"You're darn tootin', this place again! Y'didn't think you'd shake us that easy, did you?"

She's really happy to see you, Mr. Marston. Honest.

John holds up his hands. "No, Miss Barlow, I did not. Doubt I could even if I tried," he says with a smirk.

Then, to Jim:

"Don't worry about it, Jim. Wasn't awake to care, wouldn't have minded if I was awake. I'll get Bill one of these days. Christ knows how, but I'll get him. I trust both of you've fared well during my recuperation?"

"Oh, I've been dealing with it as well as anything, and in roughly the same manner," he says. "And I've got some business on my own end I oughta get back to at some point."

"Neither of us were more'n scuffed up a li'l after you hit the dirt. It's been what, Jim? 'Round about a month?"

She takes a step closer, offering John an arm to lean on if he needs it.

"We brought y'back t'town, 'long with the help of a Miss MacFarlane, t'get y'doctored. Soon as we tried t'step out, this place showed up. Y'haven't had any trouble, then?"

John shakes his head. "None so far. Been a little light-headed and short of breath, but nothin' too bad. The doc said it should all go away within a week or two. Mostly I've been working with Miss MacFarlane on her ranch - shooting rabbits and coyotes, that kinda thing."

"Hell, that ain't half bad for a man who got shot in the heart," Jim says.

"Not bad at all."

It won't chase that hard line from between her brows, however.

"I hope you're plannin' on takin' it easy for a spell. Y'got my gun whenever it's time t'wrangle Williamson again, but y'better plan on stayin' a while."

John nods. "That I am, Miss Barlow. That I am." Man's gotta know his limits, after all.

"'course, it ain't like Miss MacFarlane's got me doing anything terribly strenuous. Just your run-of-the-mill cattle herding and patrolling. Heard we might be goin' after some horses soon."

"Well, it's still more work than I'd be doing," Jim says. "Hopefully, those horses don't run too far."

"All the same — "

She nods in Jim's direction, and smirks.

" — what he said. Y'gonna stand around all day? C'mon, take a load off."

"Got shot in my chest, Miss Barlow, not my legs. 'sides," he says, dusting himself off, "mother henning only works if you're older than me."

He appreciates the concern. Really, he does.

"Hey, suit yourself," Jim says. "Don't suppose I could buy you a drink?"

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"It does have a tendency to sneak up on people." The fair-haired man in travel-dusty clothes (unlike some Couriers he could mention, Arcade has no great love for staying in armor one moment longer than he has to, but it's not as if he can keep road dust out of his knapsack) at a nearby table pushes his glasses up his nose with one finger. "I take it you weren't trying to reach the place this time?"

"Can't rightly say I was. This was supposed to be the room Miss MacFarlane gave me."

He's going to have to start further back than that, isn't he.

"Well, at least you've been here before, so you won't need to get the orientation," Arcade says. "Ms. MacFarlane operates a boarding house or something of that nature, I take it?"

What? Not everybody who comes to New Vegas can afford to take a place in one of the casinos. There are alternative forms of lodging.

John shakes his head. "She runs a ranch I'm staying at for a while. Loaned me a room right next to the general store."

"Don't believe we've met. John Marston."

"My mistake, then," says Arcade. "Arcade Gannon. Pleased to meet you. I suppose I'd be shooting wide of the mark if I were to ask if the ranch were in NCR territory?"

"Very wide," John says, taking a seat. "Ain't ever heard of the NCR. It's in New Austin - Hennigan's Stead, if you know it."

"Can't say I have," says Arcade, "but to be honest I haven't ever set foot east of the Colorado. It's just not worth the trouble."

You know. What with the psychopathic maniacs who think Old World shoulderpads and leather skirts and slave-taking and gladiatorial combat makes them Romans, and all.

"It's west of the Colorado, but...I'm gonna go out on a limb here and guess you ain't from my world."

"All things considered, probably not, no," says Arcade. "That kind of overlap seems pretty rare for me. If it helps at all, it's the year 2281 where I come from."

"1911, for me."

Then, idly recalling the train ride from Blackwater:

"You wouldn't happen to have flying cars, would you?"

"Ah. I see," says Arcade. "That would explain a few things... and no. No flying cars- although we used to have other flying vehicles. And, ah-" He has to think for a moment of what would be an understandable sort of technology for someone from 1911. "Monorails. Nearly-silent trains that ran on a single elevated track, and were powered by electricity or atomic power."

"Out of curiosity, why do you ask? Does someone else here come from a world that has them?"

"Uh-uh," John says. "It's just that I remembered some folks in Blackwater talking of how a man in Kansas had gotten a car to fly. Didn't believe it, myself, but hell, you're from the future."