where the skies are grey --- open, distillery construction

[capt. salem]

| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE

It was a bit difficult to make moonshine toxic enough to knock a man on his back in just a drink without a proper setup, now wasn't it? Luckily it wasn't too hard to find somebody with knowledge of backyard brewing, and drag them to the house in the middle of town he'd decided would be gutted and transformed into the brewery.

But of course, actually constructing such a setup took work and effort and all those awful things. So he sent out some Informants to inform the general public of a big build day, which was a code word for get over here and move out this shitty furniture so we can build a damn brewery or I'm gonna bitch for a week if I have to do it myself.

[justify]Waste no worry for the world, [abbr=Goes by Salem or Monty | He/Him or They/Them Pronouns | 28yrs Old | 6'3"| Leader of the Badlands | Former pirate captain | Sexuality is a unlabeled free for all; Panromantic and attracted solely to people who radiate power]&[/abbr]
Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, [abbr=Medium-Hard Physically | Hard Mentally | Attacks with whip, scimitar or revolver | Open to maim if requested / discussed prior | Not open for death or capture | Difficult but not impossible to defeat or subdue]&[/abbr]
While they wait by gates of pearl, [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic | Choppy short dull brownish-grey hair | Bright green eyes | Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing | Scruffy beard starting to grow in | Both pinky fingers cut off | Walks with noticeable limp, favors his right leg]&[/abbr]
We'll be building palaces in purgatory, [abbr=There are no extra tags this is just for aesthetic]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]

[MICHAEL.]

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tw: alcohol, death, lots of blood, profanity, heavy violence, religion

His arm hurt like hell, but he wasn't about to bitch about it again, he'd talked to Salem, and they were going to head to Northstar at some point, get his shoulder checked out by a doctor that he trusted. The dark haired man frowned slightly as he watched Salem working, a touch of a smile on his face.

It was nice to see other people doing work, though, he didn't mind doing work himself. He wanted to offer some help, but there wasn't much he could really do one handed. Well, he might as well make himself useful, and see what he could do around. Maybe there was something he could do with one hand. "Yo Salem. Anything I can do to help?" He asked cheerfully.