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]

Comments

[tothefly]

[Judging by the way Rogue tenses, she's already thought of someone else that's gone. They'd lost more than a few, this time around, just gone with no goodbyes, no sign they were ever here in the first place except the marks they'd left on others. And Rogue's response...well, it isn't awkward, but it's close enough. Natasha can only answer with an eloquent shrug, a roll of one shoulder and a motion of her head to the side. It happens. You accept it. You move on. What else can you do? What else can she do?]

It happens. They don't have to deal with this mess anymore, so that's something, I guess.

You lose anyone?

[These words are gentler, follow a pause. It's a personal question, sure, but the kind that Rogue can either answer or evade. A question that doesn't demand a solid answer. Or any answer at all. Only what she's willing to give.]

Re: c

[peacockherald]

_{[ He would be very pleased to hear he had moved up in her estimations, and was less likely to be shot. ]}

Neither did I. I am just glad to be astride again. Back in my world my family raised horses and my Companion takes on the shape of a horse, and I have very much missed riding. A lovely companion simply makes the ride sweeter.

[nextlineis]

[Joseph tries hard not to laugh, still wanting to avoid shaking Caesar out of this little trance. But it's next to impossible so he just buries his face in Caesar's neck completely to laugh quietly. Which, of course, just means he breathes in Caesar's clean scent. So, even after he manages to settle down, Joseph's not all that eager to move away.]

[gleamed]

Hm, good point! I suppose I'll just need to ask around - um, in other sorts of places.

[ places where she will not get herself maimed, yes, that would be good. ]

[gleamed]

Oh, you'd be surprised! The right song can be very persuasive!

[experiencepoints]

... I'm pretty sure that would have only gotten you stabbed.

that was a very important not

[huaaaaagh]

[Hey, you wrote your own funeral, buddy. Don't complain about it now.

It doesn't take long for him to find a suitable bar- a muggy, dimly-lit locale full of grizzled cowboys. They're drinking, smoking, and sure enough, there's a couple of card games going on. It's just about the least suitable place for a thin, pale waif of a girl to hang out.

Kirito marches right in, not even checking to see if Vash is following, and peers over one of the cowboy's shoulder, putting on his best innocent expression.]

Excuse me, gentlemen, what are you playing...?

[huaaaaagh]

[Huh. So her world does have menus, but they're optional?]

Where I'm from, it shows up visually in menu-form. I can't do it anymore, but if I do this-

[He swipes down at the air, trying to summon a menu that doesn't exist.]

I can change my equipment or skills, summon items, or look at the map. That's what I mean by built-in; it's not an item I call, but a constantly-updating function of the world itself.

[goldenglasses]

[Vash let's himself be shoved. Letting go of the thug, but not Nel as he stumbles back into him from the shove. He keeps a firm grip on the elf to help keep them both on their feet as he steps back.

Only as he stumbles it looks like Vash just let's his arm drop, but Nel may feel a quick pressure as Vash casually pulls his wrist out of the thug's grip. Slipping the elfish wrist between the weak point of the man's thumb and fingers. It's over and out before anyone can blink. In fact seems to look like his arm just pulled out as Vash stumbled back into Nel.]

Yeah he is! We're off to the bar, right Nel? You really should come with! It's going to be a lot of fun!

[mylegacy]

[One of his hands comes up automatically to bury his fingers in Joseph's hair, a belated response to Joseph's in his. He'd halfway noticed it before, but now he really realizes that Joseph's hair is soft, weirdly soft, insanely soft. He's sort of mesmerized by it, and he watches his own fingers carding through it as if he can't completely believe this is happening.]

[Joseph is still faceplanted in his neck, which means he's still shivering periodically; it also means that his brain-to-mouth filter is shot, so.]

You have really good hair. Just really good.

. . . Why are you laughing at me? [Suddenly suspicious . . .]

Only a lot! No biggie

[goldenglasses]

[Don't worry. Vash is following. It will be hard to miss him as just as the group started to grumble out their answer Orr poker (because what else is There? Old maid?) Vash busts through the door with a happy grin on his face.]

Oh boy! This looks like a great place to find some fun! Bar tender! A round of beer, please! [He pulls up a chair so there is still one for Kirito to sit down at as he lays a small wad of cash down on the table.] Deal me in! [Because what better way to check for signs of 'time to flee' then at the same table! That and maybe if he's bad at the look out thing Kirito will change their mind!]

[mucked]

[ they're different -- so different -- but their styles are not uncomplimentary. romanoff dances; carter barrels, brawls, and brings a wildness behind each hit. her 'technique' had been bred and bolstered by british basic training. but it weaves alongside the other woman's art, and combined it fills out the whole spectrum of the fight. peggy isn't to know it, but the synchronicity of their actions is rooted in how familiar her fighting style is to one steve rogers's. hard knees and swinging fists.

peggy drops her shoulder and slams a man into the hard brick of the adjoining building. the thud is heavy, a little wet, and teeth are jostled out of place. but in the aftermath of such a hit, only two remain. and they're beginning to think twice about engaging the women once more. ]

[catamite]

[eventually, he gets to that unhappy point where he becomes acutely aware of his own crying, and he uncurls enough to drag the backs of his arms across his face, trying to clean himself up and maybe start calming down.]

...Ugh, I'm sorry...

[dancingmd]

[Oh dear, she feels like she really does need someone from Thedas to help with this. She simply doesn't know enough about their world to know how to respond appropriately. Maybe Aveline... in the meantime, she can at least do one thing for him.]

Cole? I would like to take you back to the clinic, maybe run some scans, to see if there is anything I could do to help. I think your augment is malfunctioning, but I want to be sure.

[catamite]

[Nel gasps a second late as he realizes that Vash managed to pull him free... but the thug is much quicker to notice.

as soon as his prize slips out of his grasp, the thug leaps into action. growling and reaching for his weapon, he goes lunging right for the two of them.]

[redactions]

Were you one of them originally, or started out independent?

[ Because there's a difference: in leaving a cause or deciding for a higher one. ]

[reconstitution]

There has to be somewhere else.

[ No maiming is always good. ]

[mylegacy]

I'm not.

[He says this very quietly as he withdraws, hunching over a little bit and folding his arms in his lap as he looks forward again, giving Nel the space to gather himself however he needs to. But it's true. He doesn't regret anything he did or anything about this.]

[noncriminal]

Whoa, hey. Guy deserved what was coming to him, no one's sayin' otherwise. [Well.] Except maybe him, once he's done eating out of a straw.

[But who cares.]

But, like, in case you need a reminder, you just kicked a goddamn table across a room.

[There's not really a question there. He's watching her expectantly regardless, not really expecting a big explanation - she was even the person who advised him not to start prying too much into the magic and gods and whatever else might be happening here - but he can't really let it go without comment.] What, you got robot legs under there or something?

[mortalcoil]

[it takes a second for his attention to move to her, and even longer for him to finally detach from his target. he seems surprised and reluctant about the suggestion at first, but... at least he doesn't seem to be locked-on with some kind of rage or bloodlust. if anything, it's more of... maybe a very strong work ethic. he just wants to finish what he started, and do a god job at his task.

there is another guy still swinging, though. and since she doesn't seem to be calling him off on some kind of moral ground, he is much more inclined to cooperate than he might have been otherwise.

bracing his target up with a knee, he finally slings the wire from around his throat. then, darting over to the other thug, he ducks under a swing, strikes his windpipe closed with one blow, and twists his arm to lever him around to the ground while he's choking. easy peasy.]

[curiositykilledthecats]

I have been free from the start. I could not become Sultansworn even if I desired, as I am not a citizen of Ul'dah.

What of yourself?

[onlyanapple]

[Ah. So that was it. Crowley exhales softly, a noise that could be mistaken for amusement. Maybe contempt. Maybe both. Humans. They were a law unto themselves, and every now and again he's reminded that he chose right, backing them when the stakes were at their highest. ]

Ah, so I see. Very noble effort you have going there.

[dancingmd]

[She stumbles a few steps to the side when he bumps into her, but no harm done.]

You promise not to get into anymore fights, and I won't try to make you go to bed. I'll stay out with you all night and hell, I'll even have some drinks with you!

[She was keeping her tone light and cheery, but the concern is creeping its way back in.]

Just... please, I don't want you to get hurt.

[proudlywehailed]

[orion looks over his shoulder, back at the bar, and then looks back.]

Looks like it's holding up just fine so far.

[the pause is natural, and not awkward. he's calmed down considerably.]

Your ship make it out okay? Jim said they forced you in even without a pilot.

[thebestseller]

Well, that's good. It would suck to, I don't know, have a neon green tongue or stomachaches or something frm it.