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

[notkittenaround]

I could. It is a matter of learning to look at what is left; From the art, buildings and like, some thoughts can be made on the nature of those people.

[redactions]

There's a cost too, if it's all you become.

[ All that matters. Everything that makes sense. But he's fighting a losing battle, because he knows in his heart: she's right. The higher price is one they always pay, because the alternative is worse. ]

Smaller one. Still...

[onlyanapple]

[The demon chuckles, patting Anders on the shoulder. ]

I feel for you, I truly do. You poor soul.

[reconstitution]

It makes sense, yes. The thought is nice, at least.

[ Getting along is always good. ]

[tobeajedi]

Hm... so it's a defensive art? That sounds pretty useful. And judging from your acumen with the shield, something that you've had to use a lot?

[unfulfilledpotential]

[Headtilt.]

Why? You're a person to me. A person-shaped robot, but... still a person.

[dancingmd]

[When they step through the doorway, the room goes silent and everyone turns to stare at the intruders. The stares aren't exactly hostile, but this is clearly not a place used to strangers. Especially not a pair like this. Beverly will follow Anders, albeit with much less swagger and a lot more uncertainty. That protesting voice is getting louder now. Something seems... off about this place.]

[openhands]

[Points for creativity at the very least. Nail a person with a decent-sized rock and with enough force and you could do some damage. At the very least, it would buy her time to get away or find help if she did throw it hard enough. But pelting doesn't really cut it.]

Alright, [Cassandra says with a small nod. She bends down to one knee beside Elize.] Show me how you make a fist.

[tobeajedi]

[She grins and bumps his shoulder with hers back.]

Yeah? Well, since I'm the pilot, I won't have any problems doing that. I'll be sure to drop by when we're not fending off alien fleets or collecting funny hats.

[and tbh she'd probably drop by whether his crew liked it or not.]

[cpt_ressentiment]

[ Okay, Yosuke can't help it, he grins when Stefan lands that punch! But then he's following him right out the door~ ]

Man, who's gonna ask? And anyway, that was awesome! [ Beat. ] Well, except for the part where our game got cut off by a freakin' bar brawl...

[stefanged]

Sounds good.

Just so I'm sure, what kind of funny hats're we talking about? The ones on the cowboys here? [Even though he has yet to see any kind of cow, he can't associate them with anything else.]

[forgetyourusedtobe]

My bad, my bad, [Elena says, almost lifting her hands up in mock surrender, but she decides against it. Who knows if that would just bring her zebrahorse to a dead stop or not?]

[But since he's urging his horse on a little, she does the same. She can manage this, okay.]

I retract my statement. It's so obvious now, I don't know why I didn't see it before.

[princessia]

O-okay...

[ She balls her hand up, clenching her fingers against her palm. Her thumb is tucked inside her hand though. ]

Like this?

[stefanged]

Thanks?

[Now that they're safely out, Stefan can relax a little. No one's stupid enough to follow them out, right?? Don't mind him as he pulls out some of Yosuke's winnings and hands them over.

He doesn't need the cash; his ratings are still scary-high (thanks, personal life).] Yeah, I expected a fight or two, but not one on the middle of our table.

[zekken]

Not yet.

[ She hasn't found the need to yet. And the thugs she has been kicking out of the saloon have been small fry or are too scared to start a fight with an outsider. ]

...Although, I seriously wish I still had my sword. I've been assigned as security and all we've got in the armory are guns.

[huaaaaagh]

[Damn, her too? It suuuuucks.]

Yeah, I've had the same problem. The best I've got is some scrap metal. I can try to make it into a sword, but I'm no blacksmith...

[And there's absolutely no art to it, seriously. A piece of rebar can never compare to the amazing blades he'd seen crafted in SAO and ALO.]

[openhands]

Take your thumb out. You'll hurt your hand otherwise.

[Cassandra shows her the proper way to hold her fist.]

[nextlineis]

[Joseph grins crookedly.]

Only the best ship in the entire fleet, the SS Caprine.

[dancingmd]

[Taking off her mask, Beverly comes over to Nova.]

I think we're good to take these off now.

[Smile.]

You're really good with children.

[mortalcoil]

[he drops down right after, and he... doesn't bother checking his own face. it's not like he has a whole lot of pretty there to worry about having messed up.

he just gestures a questioning 'good?' in her direction. no more broken bones, he hopes.]

[heresyandlace]

[the sound that it issues then is made up a growl that rolls through its chest and into the ground, curling into an animal hiss and a close-throated catch of voice... but is elaborate and intentional enough to easily imagine that it could be language.

not that the augments will help out with this particular tongue, but it's at least another sign of higher intelligence.]

[catamite]

[while Finrod works on disarming the first thug--who hadn't expected that the other man would continue to fight after something like that--the second thug is ground down into the dirt.

Nel is dragged and knocked down when his captor falls, but he decides to stay right where he is once he lands. he cowers there, watching in horror as the kidnappers are subdued... and only offers a tense little nod when he finally answers Beverly's question. though, whether he even actually heard her or not is questionable.]

[catamite]

I think so.

[it really just means he can taste the alcoholic burn, and that's all that really matters to him. so... no, it might not be a good thing to those who actually care about their taste buds.

he hums happily over another eager sip, though, so. this particular audience is satisfied.]

I bet this would be good with honey in it. And I wish we had elven spices here.

[heresyandlace]

[a booming growl rolls from the dragon's chest and down through the earth, curling with a wet hiss and several close-throated catches of voice. and, by the sarcasm in his ferocious voice, he's not actually expecting to be understood.]

Well, now you know. Good for you.

[radiantwingedone]

[ It does take him a moment, where he tilts his head as if he heard something that didn't quite get. Spoilers, he didn't quite pick up on the sarcasm. ]

Sometimes there isn't just one, all the time. Of course, that might have something to do with the magic castle, rather than people arriving.