driftfleet | When We're Rollin Through the Wild Wild West

When We're Rollin Through the Wild Wild West

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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A lot more than you'd think.

[The ice trick is pretty cool - it distracts Stefan long enough to take a close look!] Uh, in general, some religions don't let their followers drink because they're afraid people'll get too drunk and make fools of themselves, while others only forbid it during religious holidays. Most people tend to ignore 'em.

Is it okay if I ask where you're from? I don't know many places like that. [Without religious laws regarding drinking, he means. Even America had Prohibition.]

[Well, that's not entirely unexpected. He scoffs all the same, his fingers tightening in Joseph's hair and tugging back as he pushes himself off the wall and leans forward into Joseph's space.]

I thought we were partners, Jojo. Partners don't fight alone.

[Weeeeell it sounds like Allen didn't like him very much, so let's focus on something else.]

Yeah, no, it got fixed after the accident happened. It's just the scar that's left. [...]

But anyway... I guess nothing much about the people I meet surprises me anymore? On my first day here, I met a ninja from a completely different world from mine, which pretty much proved that the Multiverse Theory was entirely possible. [Allen if you're trying to fix his lip you're going to have to give him a minute here] I had a huge alien on my crew, briefly. I met someone who wielded magic like it was nothing. I made a friend who befriended dragons, whose best friend is a dragon. One of my closest friends here is a computer program. I know a guy who's a plant. I know people with all kinds of powers, real magic, all this other stuff... [He looks up to give Allen a half smile.] I've got you, a guy whose arm can turn into whatever kind of weapon it needs to be. I had a talking pony throw me a birthday party with confetti and noise makers that came out of nowhere. Every single thing I talked about just isn't possible on my world, but it's absolutely possible on others.

[And there's plenty more, but his lip is starting to hurt more, so he'll just wrap it up a bit.] So hearing about demons on the fleet, especially ones who just want to live peacefully? Okay then. I really hope they get to do that.

[He definitely recalls talking to someone who had a demon inside him, and he's mostly thinking of that person when he says that.]

[ She doesn't seem to mind -- with a teacher as rude as an automaton and a naturally curious set of friends she's just gotten used to people wandering around as she works. ]

Yes, it is. I hope to finish it before we go. But I can always take metal with us, correct?

[ She pauses to make one last precise change with her hammer before sitting the small tool down for the moment. ~~{Observe}{Just used it.}~~ ]

Well. I hope that it works. I am not certain that it will.

Haha, I guess you've got a point. I'm just tired of the guys around here bothering me, so it'd be nice to knock a few heads together.

[It's pretty well-made. Turns out leather is great for wing stuff because... you know... it's animal skin...]

Right. There always ends up being something I can crash into, somehow, and Toothless has to snatch me out of the air and perform an emergency landing. If my steering was tighter I could try to make it through a hole in the rock or something, but it's safer not to risk it.

Flying. [He can sorta get by her tone that she's not impressed. He's used to it.] Yeah, I guess it might seem absurd when we can travel across the universe. But, listen: there's nothing better than feeling the wind in your hair. You're... floating and... free. You look around and... there's nothing else out there, just clouds and stars and sea and--

I've lost you, haven't I.

Axes, swords, arrows, it's all the same. Poke enough holes in something and it'll usually fall apart if it doesn't fall over dead first.

[He reaches into the inside of his coat and pulls out the same pair of shades that Crowley conjured for him a while back.]

Thanks for these, by the way. They're great for when there's too much sun. Like, you know, here.

[It is well-made, and Clay's certainly impressed by the craftsmanship. He nods as he listens, purses his lips, then reaches up to pull Hiccup's wrists down again as he sits down fully.]

Have you heard of planes? They're man-made air crafts on my world. We use them to travel through the air, mostly for transportation purposes.

[He leans over to draw on the ground, making an outline of a basic plane.]

We have some controls that let us steer the plane, but they'd be too complicated for you to make for a flight suit. But the way the wings are shaped are a little different from yours. [As Clay explains, he draws arrows moving over the wings, then little rectangles on the backs of them.] When the plane's moving forward, the air moves over the wings, then is pushed rapidly downward, creating enough lift to keep the weight of the plane up. On the wings, there are panels that move up and down depending on which way the pilot wants to go called ailerons. [He points out the little rectangles at that part, then scoots over, drawing the ailerons in more detail to show what he's explaining.] As a plane turns left, the left aileron rises up while the right one lowers. See, when an aileron is raised, it reduces the lift on that wing, and when it's lowered, it increases it. So, what ends up happening is that the left wing drops while the right wing rises, making the plane bank to the left.

Who? [wait. That was that thing she didn't understand before and she probably still doesn't understand now.]

Never mind. We can do that if you want, but did you bring enough supplies?

[she totally obtained a detailed map and memorized it]

[she inclines her head a little] I'm Pearl.

[and...there goes the criminal, running down an alley.] H-hey! Get back here!

It's a bit tedious at this point, but I wouldn't say no.

[the metal has cooled off to a slate gray. Pearl sets down her hammer and tongs and finally turns to look at you.

And that's a smile when she notices the sword.] Newly acquired?

[Pearls looks incredulously at this new guy] But that hardly contributes to the goal of clear communication - [and she's looking back at the notecard, frowning a bit] which I assume is the point of this exercise.

[the shady criminal type pauses. If she's going to try again, maybe he should stick around for this time honored exchange of dialogue.]

[Where did Vash get that tie? Who knows, but it's around his head now. He was happy to join in with some drinking. More so if someone else was paying for it. He's use to drinking with random people to help them to forget their troubles. It was almost a daily routine back home. His head tilts back in obnoxious laughter.] Are you sure, friend? I'm not sure I should have another.

[Vash isn't exactly shady with the big smile and bright red coat, but he's still an idiot who likes to flirt with women.] Heyyyyyyy there pretty lady! What are you doing out on a fine day like this all alone!

[Vash was looking over the wanted posters. Being amused to not see his own poster up there for the first time.

Well, amused until he spots someone just grab the highest bounty without much thought to it. He looks the girl over quickly, not thinking girls can't claim bounties, some of the strongest bounty hunters he came across on Gunsmoke were women.

But... they usually had weapons.]

Ahhh-- you're not going after that guy alone are you?

[Vash wasn't a big fan of Cole. Mostly for how well he knows him with no reason why. Yet, he can't deny the man doesn't look right> Not that Vash is completely sure how Cole should look.]

Are you alright?

[Vash was on his way into the saloon. Although there was no way he could ignore a cute kid apparently trying to look tough. It had been awhile since he could play and have fun with kids.

So he stops and looks around, a look of pure confusion on his face.] A cow-lad, sir? What's that?

Bal'a dash, Elize.

[Belth tries to smile and it comes off looking awkward. He's obviously out of practice but he wants to try for his friend.]

It's certainly a jovial color.

[She must be some kind of... pinkist.]

[ Ino's glancing over at Kirito ... huh. This girl looks vaguely familiar, but she can't figure out why.

Either way, this person is probably new since Ino doesn't know her well enough to actually recognize her by name. So she'll just smile over at her ]

See anything you like?

Oh, boy.

[ Welp, Ino's going to be taking some preventative measures here. First off, she's going to swiftly move in front of Alex to keep them from coming at her. Secondly, she's going to grab the table in front of them, flip it into the air, and kick it at the group of men who are clearly starting to get up out of their seats. You know, to knock them over. At least impede their ability to cross the bar to get to them. ]

Usually it's the higher number, or if you get a face card- those are higher than numbers, and Ace are the highest.

There's...a lot of different combinations for hands really.

[ A shield is, all things considered, a notoriously difficult object to use as a weapon. It's not a frisbee, exactly. In the right hands it can cause internal bleeding with a single blow. She's not used to it, clearly, but being no less effective at subduing her assailants. ]

Sorry t'interrupt, ma'am, have you seen this man come through here?

[ He shows her a wanted poster. ]

Haven't you seen a movie?

[Says James, who saw his first movie about two months ago, and it was so cool -- but he digresses and decides to take pity on the poor woman, who clearly has some issues in the fun department, and hops down to gesture at the notecards.]

C'mon -- look, you've got to put a bit of passion into it, this is a serious business. To hell with communicating, you've got to sound threatening. This is about making an impression. He --

[With a pointed finger toward the shady criminal type.]

-- is willing to shoot you, miss, what are you going to do about it?

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