When We're Rollin Through the Wild Wild West

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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]

You have clearly never glimpsed a gladiator wearing a subligar - So little that is worse than nothing itself.

[ Shame over nakedness is for other species, let alone one from Ul'dah, where women and men prance equally stripped. ]

[notkittenaround]

[ She abruptly adjusts her thoughts on his well-being. One who believes in that may not be safe to travel alone. ]

Of friendship, may we travel together if I acquire a mount?

[notkittenaround]

Perhaps we will be able to trade for goods, if we can gather worthy supplies.

[notkittenaround]

No, for the desert bordered the sea, and much food for the people was gathered with fishing. Once I lived in the forests.

[ Her tail flicks slowly at the tip in thought as she considers whether to pursue the oddity in conversation. ]

You could not travel?

[jamminshield]

[He gives a little nod.]

Sure! I'd never say no to a travel buddy!

[unconfines]

Is that a no?

[He laughs as he goes, stumbling along the way, but he does go, at least, with minimal resistance. He doesn't so much sit as he does fall into whatever chair Jove deposits him in, but at least he's sitting.]

Because I'll be so disappointed. The only thing that's better than another drink is another drink with a lovely woman.

[That's not an answer, but he probably also doesn't know what the answer is, so.]

[unconfines]

Well! Certainly can't argue with that logic, can I? [He leans both elbows on the bar, motioning for the bartender to pour another.] Give me another of whatever he's having.

[He waves the glass in Vash's direction as soon as he has it.]

Cheers!

[feathery]

[He stares for a second, taken aback, before he gives himself a mental shake.]

Actually. Yeah. Damn, I haven't seen someone shuffle their wardrobe like that in a long fucking time. Didn't do nothing for our weapon sets, but the idea is the same.

[unconfines]

Ooh, tell me more about that one. [He leans his chin on the heel on his hand, eyes glittering.] And what are the odds that we can convince the rest of the fleet to pick it up?

[Is that a joke?? The world may never know.]

[notkittenaround]

[ She trades back with little thought. The protection of her armour is soothing in such unfamiliar lands. ]

Before I travelled between worlds, I was surprised to see so few who understood such things.

[peacockherald]

_{[ He chuckles at that and nods his head in a semblance of a bow. ]}

My apologies, Doctor Crusher.

_{[ He glanced at the door she had just come from and nodded quietly. ]}

If I could guess, it is not only access but willingness to accept advanced methods. When Miss Jennifer began to teach me of modern, non-magical medicines, I admit I was somewhat dubious. It is was so strange for me. I imagine it might be the same for them.

_{[ His gaze turned back to her. ]}

All you can do now is try to treat and educate them as much as you can, and hope the knowledge you pass on shall improve their lives after you've gone.

[goldenglasses]

[Vash holds up his drink and gives it a clink against Anders's glass once the bartender hands it over.] Cheers!

[With that he tips the glass back and drinks until the whole thing is gone. Slamming the glass down with a sigh as he gasps a bit for air.] Ahh! That's the stuff! I'm sure glad I ran into you tonight!

[goldenglasses]

[Well. The taller bit helps.] Okay then...








...what color hair does he have?

[notkittenaround]

It is not uncommon for the gladiators to stand on city streets, where they might glisten and practise their flexing, yet their subligars are little more than a codpiece and decorative straps. It is a distracting sight.

[ She sips her wine between sentences, settling into the warmth of the buzz. She is no heavy drinker, but it is a comfortable conversation even despite the strangeness of the topic. ]

I am no crafter, but perhaps my companion might favour you with one if it so interests.

[feathery]

Same deal, pretty much. I get having different terminology for it, even if all the aliens we ran into in Sburb spoke English, but like. Dude. Most people are blown away by basic inventory structures. Standard stuff.

[And, for the moment, he has forgotten she looks like a cat girl. He is way more into the dilemma of people who understand maybe every other tenth word out of his mouth, like that wasn't already a universal constant.]

[dawnwillcome]

[She keeps him from flopping straight over at least, and then sits down beside him with a frown.]

I'll have one drink with you if you tell me what has you in this state.

[notkittenaround]

I cannot imagine carrying all that I do in mere pockets. It would be most inefficient and tiring, and undoubtedly I would not fit half of what I have.

[ Her tail gives a languid, thoughtful flick. ]

Yet I am still entirely without weapons, which makes any job fair useless. What is 'Sburb'?

[feathery]

Video game. Really shitty one, don't ever play it.

[It's offhand, but he's also dead serious.]

The confiscated weapons deal is full blown insanity, though. Probably concocted for ratings, assuming those are even real. So maybe they're no good in a space fight, but I wouldn't say no to some steel here. [He also feels shitty because the sword he lost when he first arrived kinda...wasn't his...]

[notkittenaround]

[ She doesn't grasp the video, but she has played enough 'games' on the whims of false gods to understand the feeling. ]

I have been fishing for starsteel, but such scraps are inefficient for greater works than these. There must be better methods of garnering gil here.

[feathery]

[It's easy enough to pick up the general gist of what she's saying, but he casts a look back at the book.]

Is there something special about starsteel. 'Cause I don't think we had that.

[unconfines]

We need to teach you about jokes, my friend.

[But the healing goes well, at least. Better than it would if he was on his own, and easier on his mana reserves, too. He hadn't noticed the difference, earlier, but now he's reminded of just how much it makes, help from the Fade.]

Maker, this is going better already. Thought you being— solid and all may have been an issue, but.

[goldenglasses]

That's okay! I'm always happy to help a lady in need! [Vash winks with a sly grin on his face.] Besides, if you think I do a good job I'm sure we can work out some sort of payment later on.

[notkittenaround]

[ It is becoming ominously solid with metal. The type of weapon that when, which wielded with great force, will concuss any fools who refer to her as a cat more than once. And, supposedly, criminals. ]

Not at all, it is merely the only metal I can fish from the sea of space. I have yet to find it elsewhere, and I doubt the dunes hold anything other than lizards and fish.

[unconfines]

Did you know, people can just gallivant off and— [He takes a swallow of his drink, and his smile collapses briefly beyond just the pinch of alcohol.] It doesn't matter. Nothing to be done, yes? One drink, you said.

[And it's back, the smile, broad and bright as it ever is.]

[goldenglasses]

Ah. [Vash takes a moment to scroll through his Rolodex like memory of faces and names.

Nope. This face and Nightingale don't show up at all, but the disappointed way her face falls upsets him enough that he's worried about it.] I'm sorry, but you're from the Fleet, right? Did we talk once over the communication system? [He's trying so hard to remember someone he KNOWS he's never met before.]