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

C!

[geonomy]

[It's not hard to get that impression, seeing how Clay's got his arms hanging over the sides of the horse while he looks up at the stars. As it is, he's not expecting to bump into anyone else. It's the fire he notices first, if only because the light's making the stars just a bit dimmer, and it's when he squints in confusing that he hears the cracking of the fire and the sound of a voice calling out.

So he tilts his head back at first, realizes that it's a bit too far to crane his neck, then carefully sits up to turn and look instead.]

Oh, hey! Yeah, I'm all right. I was just looking at the stars with Cassie here.

A!

[punchingly]

[ The person passing by is someone vaguely familiar -- although today she's in her healer gear and so looks very green, and very....nice, to be roaming around this part of town by herself.

She looks down (down, down) at Steven and tilts her head slightly. Whether she's unsure about his phrasing or the fact that a young child is out fighting crime is hard to tell. ]

Cow-lad?

[geonomy]

[Clay's got zero shame anyway, so... yeah, deal with it, onlookers.]

Noted. And I'm glad you're okay, too.

[And... well, screw it, he feels like doing it. He tips his hats back until they falls off his head, though the cowboy hat catches around his neck at the drawstring while the visor stays around the bucket of it, then leans in to kiss Allen, both hands sliding down to his chest. They're both okay, he's so relieved to see that he's fine, and. Well. Kissing him is nice.]

[experiencepoints]

I. I shouldn't be? I have the Caprine...

[princessia]

A. Shopping

[ Elize is browsing a display of terra-cotta pots, contemplating on purchasing one. Or maybe more. Something for Cullen's room and another for her own. She picks up a pot painted in pink, turning it over and examining it. Then setting it back down.

She might see something better. And pinker. ]

B. Zebra Horses!

[ Near the edge of town, Elize spends her time at a stable, petting and feeding the native striped "horses" behind a fence. She smiles and laughs as one of them snuffles at her before eating the food off her hand. Its nose is kind of ticklish! She pets the horse affectionately. ]

You are so cute!

[ There may be a few shady-looking people leering at her, from a distance. But don't worry, they don't seem to be planning to do anything. For now. Not while there's police. ]

C. For Closed to Cassandra!

[ Eventually the police leave to patrol another part of town, leaving the stables near the edge of town unmonitored. While Elize has her attention on the horses, she's suddenly lifted up by one of the gruff-looking criminals that had been leering at her earlier. She can fight, but it's hard for her to focus on casting any spells when she's in close contact with someone. ]

Let go of me!

[ And there she goes, being easily hauled off under the arm of the thug. ]

D. Choose your own adventure!

[ Hit me up if you have any other prompt ideas! Mostly she will be in town or by her ship. The only thing I should note is that Elize will not venture outside of town or go into the saloon unless invited to do so. ]

[save_the_souls]

[He returns the kiss, a hand reaching up to rest on Clay's cheek. He feels happy, relieved to be here with Clay instead of talking over the communicator. And yeah, kissing him was nice.]

[When the kiss does finally break, he'll chuckle a little and tease very softly.] Yippie ki-yay, Cowboy.

[He smiles at him] Do you have to be anywhere? I was thinking of exploring the rest of town.

A

[princessia]

[ Elize is happily tagging along with Ino, searching for plants. She would have never left town on her own. Honestly, she was curious about the desert outside and is glad that she can be with Ino for this.

She eagerly points at a cactus with a single pink desert flower. ]

This one, Ino! This one!

[ There are other cactuses around. It's just... this one has pink. ]

[geonomy]

[....... oh god, that makes him snicker, then press his forehead to Allen's shoulder as he laughs - of all the people to say that - ]

Moon and stars - uh, I mean. [Let's get better control of ourselves here. He pulls his head back up when his laughter dies down, then tries for that awful accent again.] No sir, ain't got anywhere to be. ... Or is it ain't got nowhere to be.

[save_the_souls]

[Yeah, it probably sounded extra ridiculous in his accent. But he'll laugh with Clay, finally breaking out of that hug. He'll reach his arm around Clay so he can put Clay's hats back on his head]

You're asking me which it is? You know I'm definitely not a cowboy, right? [What with his lack of hat and oh yeah- TOO BRITISH]

[jamminshield]

Margie! [The tiny child recognizes her and greets her with a smile, breaking character for the moment. Then he clears his throat.]

That's right. This town... it's full of city slickers and cowpokes. It's time that someone helped lasso this place into shape!

[Then he tugs at his shirt with both hands, as if tugging at each side of a vest.]

And I know that I'm the lad for the job!

[dancingmd]

[She crosses her arms and gives him that look. You know the one. The mom-is-not-having-this-bullshit look.]

Allen.

[dancingmd]

Cole?

[Her doctor alarms are immediately on red alert when Cole wanders up to her. He looks fevered... is his augment acting up, like Allen's? Gently, she takes hold of one of his wrists, to keep him here, until she can figure out what's wrong. Her tone is soothing and patient when she speaks, belying her apprehension.]

I haven't seen anyone named Rhys. What does he look like? Maybe I can help you find him.

[killedwithlove]

[He isn't feverish. If anything, he's cool, not quite corpse like, but cooler than even his normally cool skin is.]

But he's- oh. No. Of course you don't know Rhys. You're not Adrian, are you? You both have fiery hair, fiery temper, Jack laughs and Wesley does the same, he's so much like his father in the ways he should be.

[dancingmd]

[Her eyebrows go up in genuine surprise. It's a question she's never thought about, never had to. No one she has ever met has done such a thing. Even those who choose to reject the Federation - like the Maquis - they do so for a specific reason, not simply because they don't want to work or do anything with their lives.]

I don't know. Why would anyone do that?

[She muses on it for another moment. Vash, she supposes, would come the closest, since Vash has chosen profit over scientific integrity, which goes against everything Federation stands for, and certainly her smuggling would not be seen as a contribution to society. Yet no one would ever accuse Vash of just lounging around, doing nothing. So not quite what Allen is getting at.]

Disappointed, I would think.

A

[dancingmd]

[Nightingale may not win the award for the person Beverly is currently most angry at (that dubious honor goes to Finrod) but she still isn't exactly Beverly's favorite person here. When Beverly turns to face her, she keeps her face carefully neutral.]

No, I've got everything under control. Thank you.

[experiencepoints]

[Hm. Well, this was a bit more awkward than she was expecting. Still, she wants to help, and maybe try to fix things after last time, so...]

You sure? You've got limited supplies, and I've got healing magic.

[save_the_souls]

[But he's so good at the bullshit!!]

Really! I'm sure it'll pass in a little bit! It did this morning!

b.

[mucked]

[ -- the dark-haired woman walking only a few feet ahead of him turns (all at once) and lets her loose fists, knuckles down, against her hips. dust leaves spots and smudges on the dark fabric of the jumpsuit procured from the starstruck's supplies. so long as she's outside, it remains firmly zipped and buttoned and even the collar is turned up to discourage any invading dust motes. at first, she waves a hand in front of her face as if to discourage the gathering of any dusty smudges in the air.

perhaps someone else might roll their eyes at the man's complaint. and, indeed, peggy might have done so had she not first been seized by her newcomer's curiosity: ] Do most of our pit-stops doom us to bad weather, then? Hmm.

[ she'll assume he's someone from the fleet, if only because she can't imagine why else he might make that particular complaint. ]

[huaaaaagh]

For some more than others, really...

[Like people who offer their services to poor lost girls versus people who lie to save their dignity.]

Oh, but where were you headed? I'd hate to put you out of your way.

[curiositykilledthecats]

Nowhere in particular. I am merely patrolling. There is no set area.

[huaaaaagh]

[Crap, so much for escape tactic #1.]

Sounds pretty important. How'd you get a job like that?

[curiositykilledthecats]

A demonstration of martial prowess following an unsightly display.

[Read: I beat the shit out of a criminal and got a job.]

[huaaaaagh]

[THAT'S AWESOME. He's a little envious now.]

Ah- you must be strong, then! What did you show them?

[He can at least talk shop a little bit before he gets himself out of there.]

[curiositykilledthecats]

Why one should never grab another's tail without warning.

[Maybe not what he asked, but it seems relevant regardless.]

[huaaaaagh]

[...Welp. It's not like he'd been planning to do that to her, but since he has done it in ALO with a Cait Sith friend or two in the past, he makes a mental note to avoid that. She says it just ominously enough to seem like a warning.]

Um... so noted...