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

[experiencepoints]

[Well, even if she's not supposed to, this has to be an exceptional circumstance, right? It should be fine.

She lifts a hand, casting Sleep- These are people, they don't really have status resistances that don't come from equipment, and she can't see any resistance gear on them. Unfortunately, she can only target one at a time, so the small one is the one who goes down first.]

Sorry, but I'm pretty sure I'm stronger than you.

[... Nightingale, he's asleep, he can't hear you.]

[lord_wizard]

[He tilts his head to get a better look at this phenomenon, though stops short of trying to pass this fingers through the space.]

Are you making it do that?

[stefanged]

[Good question.]

Depends on where "home" is. I've kinda got a running pattern where every single one of them gets destroyed...

[First Mystic Falls, then his home in Locke - so far, his home in Jordan seems same. Seems being the key word. So he doesn't dwell on it further, he turns his attention towards the horses.]

I'd hope we remember, though. Seems pretty stupid to drag us here and back, if we're not gonna learn something from it.

[preformthisneigh]

I ate the grass a lot when I was there, but when winter came I kinda had no choice but to eat what they gave us. But nothing happened that I can remember, so I think we were okay?

a.

[mortalcoil]

[he'd been following her because he'd wanted to talk, honest. it's just easiest to keep track of somebody from up high-- especially when they seem to be trailing some potentially unwanted attention. so, he gets to watch the whole scene play out until she's cornered, lying low on the nearest dusty roof.

and he then considers continuing to just watch. but... he does maybe have a debt that he should repay.

so, when it's clear that the gang isn't going to back down, whichever one looks the most armed is going to suddenly disappear, as something person-sized comes crashing down on top of them from above.]

[survives]

[Busy, anti-social... She won't even notice the difference yet. ...Probably.]

It's good we met now though! [She grins.] Kind of hard to work together if we don't know each other, you know?

[ driftfleet - 158712 ]

[tothefly]

[She isn't expecting any help. She doesn't particularly need it, even with the good half-dozen and change men cornering her in this alley. But it seems she's gonna get some help from above, in the shape of a blur falling onto the man with bandoliers crossing his chest. At first she tenses more, expecting this to be another trick by the men, another opponent, but she doesn't get the chance to check as another one takes a swing at her.]

[It isn't until a flurry of blows later that she catches sight of the lump again. A person, apparently, one with an eyepatch she recognizes, and the fact of both the aid itself and the one delivering it startle a quick, sharp sound from her that's almost laughter. Grinning, she kicks another assailant's legs from under him, delivers a blow to his throat, whirls back again.]

[innercactus]

... True.

[ Asteffiel had been reaching out to stick his fingers in the sand to do more or less the same, but that little shovel would be much faster, wouldn't it. ]

And have its new home ready!

[ Where did he put those? Hmn. ]

[wolfuncaged]

It certainly seems so. It works the other way, too. Not understanding what freedom truly is when you are a captive.

[It took the Fog Warriors for Fenris to understand what he was missing. Before then, he followed Danarius without word, without reservation. His wolf on a chain. Ignorance truly is bliss. ]

[wolfuncaged]

[In inclines his head in consent. ]

I would rather it be that way. I will make sure no harm comes to you.

[dancingmd]

I'm sure.

[More fiddling with the necklace and a sigh.]

It's not as bad this time. Not like with Julian.

C!

[catamite]

[Nel's been in and out of the Blue Fish infirmary since their big talk, but has been appearing less and less in the more recent weeks. he's restless and distracted on a good day, so he practically disappears when there is finally solid ground to get his feet on.

but when the things he's really been antsy about start to wear him down, and he remembers that there's a potential solution coming up... he finally finds his way back.

with the Blue Fish parked on the planet today, it's easy to do. he just strolls on in from outside when someone happens to open the hatch.

he's dusty. and he's not wearing shoes. for whatever reason.]

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley's kind of glad they chose to run. All in all, that was a very small show of power. He doesn't like doing more. Mortals are...tender and prone to squishing. Still, all worked out well.

He pulls out a cigarette, lighting it with a thought and taking a long drag. ]

Not horrifically traumatised, are you?

[catamite]

[and Nel folds his arms behind his back--it's that same careful dance of personal space and propriety that they seem to fall into.]

Yeah. Just out of places to have fun now, I guess.

[because he's only a little bit tipsy and there are still many more hours in the evening. it's a crime, really.]

[dancingmd]

[Beverly's not normally one for nicknames but:]

Nel, honey, where are your shoes? Remember, you have to have them on when you come in here?

[mortalcoil]

[it's easy to lose track of him, given his size compared to the burly thugs, and the way he ducks and slips between them on whatever their slowest, most unguarded sides are at the time.

unsurprisingly, he is much more capable when he isn't half-drowned in booze.

and at first, he seems to be unarmed. the joints that he cripples and nerve-bundles that he smashes are all done with fists and elbows and tight, exacting grips. but then, by the way he snags and veritably climbs the back of the largest mountain of a man, only to kick off the wall of the alley and go swinging around by his opponent's throat, he has some small weapon helping him out.

it's most likely a garrote of some kind... if the thug's startled gasping is anything to go by.]

[goldenglasses]

[The terrible kind with shitless Fabio on the cover. Which he's read several times now. Don't judge. He was bored and books are very rare on his world.

His face plummets at the mention of a 'boyfriend'.]

Aw, really? Well, that's no fair!

[Although he recovers quickly enough with a smile.] Ah, well, can't take back the offer of services once they're made! So if you do need a body guard all you need to do is ask.

[merchantprince]

[Space chicken and mashed potatoes. It's about what you'd expect out here, really. But hey, it's food.]

Those guys won't be messing with you again, thanks to your other friends.

[He sets the food in Nel's lap and plops down beside him.]

You don't want to go back?

[dancingmd]

I know it's difficult: believe me, you're bound to upset someone at some point, especially with all these different worldviews coming together. There's no way you can anticipate everyone's reaction to something. However, until you get to know someone a little better, cursing is something fairly simple to avoid.

[tothefly]

[She's not very big herself. Fights a little like him in ways, aware of her size and her advantage in speed, but with more grace--a fluid connectivity between blows. A blow to one man's solar plexus turns into an elbow meeting a nose, launches forward momentum into a mean left hook. She fights better with both arms in one piece, when she's not hampered by furniture and the aftereffects of an implant malfunction.]

[There does remain the fact that while she's very agile and can flip a man twice her size with little effort, she can't actually fly, which he seems to be doing right now, she sees. It's a trick she doesn't take long to recognize, though--a thin line, wire, garrote, something small and deadly in the right hands. As she breaks an opponent's nose, moving towards him through the crowd, she makes a note to corner him about it later. She wants one.]

[catamite]

Oh...

[he stops and looks down at his feet, like he's just noticing now that he's forgotten to put anything on them.]

It's really hot outside. My feet were getting sweaty...

[and he kind of... hangs around right where he's at--now unsure of what to do.]

[catamite]

[when the plate is set in his lap, he just looks down at it with no visible interest. maybe looking right through it while his mind is busy spinning on something, off somewhere else.

he glances up at the question though, and his brow creases with something like worry.]

...Should I?

[experiencepoints]

Right...

[That's easy enough to understand. She bows again, though shallower.]

Sorry for all the trouble, and thanks for the advice.

[dancingmd]

[Beverly sighs, sets down the things she was working on, and washes her hands before coming over to where Nel is hovering near the doorway. Smiling, she holds out a hand for him to take.]

Come on, we'll go talk in the kitchen.

[mortalcoil]

[the only problem with a wire like he's got, is it's not easy to unhook and change up maneuvers when fighting more than one opponent.

so, while he's latched onto the big guy--now on his knees and writhing as the life is being strangled out of him--Coil needs to get a little bit creative. the bound thug gets wrenched around in an attempt to keep him off of his feet, and used as a meat shield when someone else comes swooping in for him.

he's just going to keep holding on and working with what he's got, until this one is done moving for good. maybe he's hoping that having one of their number eliminated will get the other thugs to finally retreat.]