When We're Rollin Through the Wild Wild West

[geonomy]

Who: Everyone! EVERYONE!
Broadcast: IF YOU WANNA
Action: Everywhere! EVERYWHERE!
When: Mid-September - Mid-October

[How's your ship doing, pardners? Is it still pretty damaged? Is it glitching out hardcore? Well, there is one place to land to take care of all that, and that's on a dusty old moon in front of a planet that no one wants to go to. On this moon, you'll find a civilization that looks a lot like one's stepped into a wild west movie, hardened cowpolk and mutant horses and all. Will you become a vigilante, hunting bounties and stopping gangs from doing their dirty work? Will you go exploring planetside, with a cowboy hat and a stalk of wheat in your mouth to complete the look? Good luck with that; there is no wheat. This town ain't big enough for all you flooters, but make it so! For the ratings!

In other words, it's a planet mingle! Get 'er done!]

[September Planet info here]

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[arcanepower]

[Mordin is not the strangest thing Belth has ever seen, though he is childishly spying on him in the shop, peeking from behind a big barrel next to a shelf. Hard to be stealthy with those ears.]

[xenoscientist]

[Mordin glances behind himself, and then turns back to browsing the firearms]

Human, no, not human. Large ears, bioluminescent eyes. Adaptation to night? Curious, curious.

[He turns back, peering at Belth.]

What are you?

[arcanepower]

[Belth squeaks as he's discovered. Of course, a mage's first panic button is always Invisibility, so... pop. Off he goes. Where did he go?]

[xenoscientist]

Stealth abilities. Infiltrator, perhaps? Skill only sustained a few moments. Hello? Not a threat.

[He's gonna drop that gun and go looking for him.]

[arcanepower]

[Belth reappears at the end of the aisle, a fair distance so that Mordin doesn't... shoot him... His fingers curl beneath his big sleeves.]

I-I apologize. I was not expecting you to notice me, so I... panicked.

I am a blood elf, to answer your question.

[xenoscientist]

Blood elf, not familiar. Home planet?

[He's very intrigued now.]

[arcanepower]

Azeroth. [The ears lower a bit.] You do not talk like most people I know. But then again, humans outnumber the non-humans by quite a lot.

[xenoscientist]

[He smiles a bit, laughing softly.]

Not like most Salarians, even. Think quickly, speak quickly as well. Word efficiency. Can slow down if needed.

[arcanepower]

There's no need to slow down. I may look young, but I'm three times the age of most humans here. When their parents were still courting I was doing arithmetic.

Are you a mage? Or something else?