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

[ino]

Oh, nice!

[ She's taking in the contents of the drawing and committing it to memory ]

Anything edible is always worth a shot.

[ino]

I'm fine, as long as this asshole stays on the floor where he belongs.

[ Which he seems to be doing, complete with pained groaning and whining. However, his buddies over in the corner are definitely glaring at them now ...

... And Ino's already aboard the bad temper train, so she shoots a look right back, and: ]

What? You wanna join him?

[ino]

[ She'll just shift to get out of the way a little bit more so Max has a very clear shot of the plant itself ]

That's me! And awesome, I took some pictures of the stuff I've found already so I can catalog it, but I'm sure yours will be better.

[thebestseller]

Alas, I doubt the Fleet's going to give me enough time to get cozy here before we're moving on again. I've gotten that impression, anyway.

[He nods, looking thoughtful.]

Come to think of it, if eating protein cubes is bad enough for a human, I can't imagine how awful it is for a pony. That is, assuming you eat pony grub.

[ino]

[ Well hey, she didn't have any objection to it -- just wasn't sure if Toph was the loner type. ]

Sure. Let's see ...

[ She'll peruse them again for a moment, before plucking one off the board to read it aloud: ]

"Wanted dead or alive for escaping jail." So, a crafty one, I guess.

[save_the_souls]

[oh no]

Ino! We don't need to start a fight with the entire bar!

[notkittenaround]

Metallic Gold Magpie, or Marhi Ohsi. Choose whichever pleases best.

[ When she speaks the latter, she rolls her tongue on the H. It is a vowel more similar to a cat's meow than the spoken word. Her tail curls companionably around to her lap, out of the way of any wandering hands, when she orders something strong and hot.

It almost reminds her of home; the drunken debauchery, the desert heat, the confused men -- Though the latter is true to every house. ]

Yourself?

[onlyanapple]

I got up once to use the bathroom. I caught up on things before going back to sleep.

Ah yes, of course. Ever the diligent caretaker.

b for bbbboh my god joseph

[mylegacy]

[Caesar didn't ask for this. He's still exploring the moon at this point, hasn't made any inroads into talking to people yet. Admittedly he feels more or less at home here; it's more like the alleys back home than anything's been in a while, and it would be a relief to allow himself to let off a little steam.]

[Which is not to say he's asking to be thrown against a building - by anyone, much less by Joseph. Not that he recognizes who it is at first. All he sees is a blur, and then there's a tug on his shirt and he's slammed up against the wall.]

[He scrambles for balance, grabbing at Joseph's wrist, and it's halfway through doing this that he recognizes who's got him pushed against the wall. Good in that he's not actually being attacked, less good in that Joseph's grinning at him, that his hand is pressed against his mouth, that he's incredibly close, his hand still fisted in Caesar's shirt.]

[Caesar's eyes widen, and he opens his mouth behind Joseph's hand to say something - get off, what the hell - but he can't seem to get words out, just digs his fingers into Joseph's wrist and tries to remember how to breathe.]

b)

[limitstorm]

[ riku's working at the bar for now, mostly cleaning for the other guys--so he perks up when he sees steven.

a kid, huh? he smiles a little, and then shrugs. ]

What, no club soda and juice?

[ino]

[ She points at them ]

They're the ones who are looking at me funny!

[save_the_souls]

Ah. Wonderful.

Have to do something to pull my weight around here.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

a. what little girl didn't want a pony?

[Okay. She thinks she's getting the hang of this. She still feels a little awkward sitting on the back of this weird horse-zebra creature, but it hasn't tried to bite her or throw her off. And she managed to find a cute hat. It's turning out to be a pretty decent day. But uh, okay. Maybe this is going a little faster than she'd like. Or maybe you just want to come along with her. Either way, let's go riding, kids!]

b. have sarsaparilla

[Alcohol is good stuff. Not that Elena intends to drink heavily or get into a barfight, mind you. She's actually very content to mind her own business here. But having access to some real alcohol, and it's not made from algae, is a pretty welcomed relief. It definitely helps some with the blood cravings, although she's been doing really well at keeping those to a minimum already. For now, she's just watching the card games going on around her, trying to spot cheaters and learn the rules. She might get brave enough to try herself, after all.]

c. choose your own adventure!

[Write your own prompt! Elena's game for more or less anything.]

C.

[notkittenaround]

[ A child does not surprise her. There were far more kidnapped where she has come from. But even without surprise, she does not intend to let one wander alone into the wilderness unless he is battle-ready.

She has seen (rescued) too many from wild beasts before. ]

A new found companion?

[save_the_souls]

We did just beat up someone! That tends to get looks!

[dancingmd]

[A small smirk works its way unbidden onto her face. He's charming, that's for sure, even as drunk as he is.]

Mmm, I think you'd be better with a little food and a nice nap.

[dancingmd]

I figured it would be a good place to start, at least! Do we have a map of any sort?

[nextlineis]

[Joseph lets go of Caesar's shirt to put a finger to his lips. He doesn't realize that Caesar's voice is caught in his throat, expecting any moment for Caesar to shove him off, hit him, or otherwise start making a lot of noise. He lowers his finger and speaks in a low voice, glancing back at the entrance to the alley.]

Man, am I glad to see you, Caesarino! I uh...might have made a tiny mistake. [Joseph takes his hand off Caesar's mouth.] Mind helping me out?

A

[onlyanapple]

Okay, if you want to not have a decent crop, you can do it the boring way.

[mylegacy]

[Drawing back, like he should have done the second Joseph grabbed him, Caesar frowns and shakes his head mutely. He doesn't want to help, he wants Joseph to go away.]

[After a moment, he seems to remember himself, mostly, and smacks Joseph's forehead with the heel of his hand.]

What-- [He presses his lips together, clears his throat.] What did you do?

[save_the_souls]

It's fine. I just don't think I'd be much help.

As for who else...um, I'm not sure. Perhaps Dr. Crusher? I know she records a lot of things. Or simply ask over the network. I don't know everyone in the fleet.

[save_the_souls]

That's not fair...

Look, I'll be careful. I'm sitting at a desk- I'm not going out riding!

[nextlineis]

[Joseph's eyes snap shut at the smack and he lets out a soft grunt. Rude. Joseph's lips twist into a frown while he rubs at his forehead for a moment. He only opens one of his eyes to look at Caesar.]

I might have been cheating at cards. I didn't get caught though! There's no way they could prove it.

[unconfines]

No. No, no, no.

[He takes this as his cue to stand up again— apparently somewhat prematurely, the way he sways on the upswing. He braces himself with one palm flat against the seat of the stool, and smiles broadly at her.]

I couldn't possibly quit now. The night is still young! And I still haven't done anything truly stupid yet— tsk, I'm losing my touch.

[onlyanapple]

And very valued that weight pulling is, I'm sure. If that thing floats your boat, anyway.

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