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

[timelapsed]

That's me. [ She makes her way over now, taking a seat next to Allen. 'sup? ]

You exploring this place, too? Or do you usually hang out in run-down saloons like an old-time cowboy?

[curiositykilledthecats]

Where is your destination?

[faithfulwisdom]

[Someone picked a poor target]

[Have you ever seen an elf in a cowboy hat? Well now you have, complete with a sword hanging from his belt. It's a rather ridiculous combination, but it's practical in a strange way- the sun isn't in Finrod's eyes anymore and it's a slight protection against sunburn.

The locals seem distinctly unimpressed, however, especially the less lawful among them. As Finrod made his way down the city street, a few rather shady individuals stepped out of a dark alleyway. With a few taunts ("pretty boy" was the most common) and mocking whistles thrown in, they kindly 'suggest' that he hands over his valuables.

Finrod looks more annoyed than anything else.]

This is a rather poor decision on your part. There is time still to change your mind. [ Brawling in the street wouldn't have been his first choice of action, but he'll do it if he has to. But at least he offered a way out of this with dignity.]

[At the Saloon]

[Later, after he has rented a room and squared away his belongings, Finrod sits at the bar, drinking and talking pleasantly with the locals. Making friends seems to come easily to him and it's not long before he's got a few people hanging on his every word. But if he spots someone he recognizes from the Fleet, he'll likely wave them over with a grin.]

[Out in the desert]

[It's been quite a while since Finrod has ridden a horse. And while the creatures on this planet aren't exactly right, they are close enough. It's comforting, in a strange way, and a bit of a reminder of home.

So one night, he rents one of those creatures and rides out into the desert, without real thought as to his destination. He travels far enough that the lights of the town grow dimmer and the stars stand out even more in contrast.

Perfect.

He dismounts and speaks a few quiet words to the horse, then spreads a blanket on the ground. There, he lies on his back, staring up at the stars.]

[huaaaaagh]

I'm... exploring, mostly.

[ABORT ABORT THIS PLAN WAS TERRIBLE]

I-I mean! I guess... one of the bars might be nice...?

[save_the_souls]

If we do, I don't know it. The only thing I know is that they were the same ships that attacked us in April.

[curiositykilledthecats]

I will guide you.

[Beckon levequest accepted!]

What is your name?

[experiencepoints]

...

"They attacked us before" is something about them, yes.

[save_the_souls]

What? I thought that was common knowledge already.

[huaaaaagh]

[Suddenly, deeply regretting using his online handle as his regular name around here. Now he has no normal alias to fall back on.]

Kiri... ko. Um... thank you.

[experiencepoints]

No one mentioned that to me, no!

[curiositykilledthecats]

... "Lady Kiriko", then.

[She's giving you a weird look now, though.]

[save_the_souls]

Well, a world without currency is rather hard to imagine...

[Hmmmm]

Okay, well, think about this way. Having money, having a job- means you're likely contributing something to society. Maybe that's not always the case, but in general it is...

How would you feel about people who choose not to contribute anything? Like all they did was lounge around and do nothing with their time but reap the benefits of other people's work?

[huaaaaagh]

Oh, no no, I'm definitely no lady.

[Let's not make things more uncomfortable by adding honorifics.]

What about you...?

[Please stop looking at me like that.]

[curiositykilledthecats]

... Miah Lanbatal.

Have you kin in the fleet?

[notkittenaround]

I mean, to stop.

[experiencepoints]

... It's not. But I don't want to see their faces if I fail them...

[huaaaaagh]

Kin...?

[He has a bad feeling about this.]

No, I don't think so. Why?

[curiositykilledthecats]

Your name and face remind me of another. Perhaps my mind plays tricks on me.

[huaaaaagh]

Ah... maybe I have a doppleganger! I've heard that people have at least one twin somewhere in the world, after all.

[He is trash. He is absolute trash. This was a terrible decision.]

[notkittenaround]

I know you will succeed.

[experiencepoints]

It's mostly just a matter of continuing to succeed...

[notkittenaround]

If I see you on the verge of failure, I will help.

[curiositykilledthecats]

And perhaps more in many worlds.

[Look at this trusting lawful good person, Kirito. Feel guilt for your deception.]

[huaaaaagh]

[Oh, the guilt. He feels it.]

A-anyway. I really appreciate the help.

[experiencepoints]

...

Not with a book. Please.