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

[gleamed]

[ the thug's snort turns into something of a growl at steven's suggestion. ]

Or, you don't have to be the bad boy! You could be the good boy who changes his life and pursues the dream he's always had to become a stage performer! Wouldn't that be nice?

[experiencepoints]

[Something about Rapunzel strikes her as familiar. Cheerful, friendly, perhaps not the best sense of danger...

Oh, god. She's just like the rest of Nightingale's team.

Almost on reflex, from the familiarity, she reaches over to flick Rapunzel's forehead.]

They would have gone badly, that's how. Be more careful in the future.

[merchantprince]

[Varric glances over the hand he's been dealt. Not a great hand, so he folds this time.]

How long have you been stuck on the Fleet of Fun?

[save_the_souls]

[..Damn. His hand is shit too, no wonder he normally cheats- so he folds]

It'll be a year in October.

[huaaaaagh]

[He vaguely recognizes the name as a big deal in video game history.]

Oh, got it- so that's what you meant by equipment versus just clothes. I guess it's similar in my world, then.

[experiencepoints]

Yeah. What kind of class are you, anyway?

[merchantprince]

[Varric chuckles in response.] You're not calling me a liar and a cheater. That's a change.

[He shoves the box in as far as he can, so it's tight against the others. Then it's time for another crate.]

I've got a nasty kind of adventure waiting for me whenever I go back. Can't say I'm really looking forward to getting my ass dragged all over the place, again. I did that for ten years and nothing really got better. In fact, I'm pretty sure trying to save my world just breaks it more.

[huaaaaagh]

Warrior-slash-tank-slash-swordsman. When I can actually get a sword, anyway.

[Prospects thus far are not great.]

[experiencepoints]

... So, you don't do the specific classes, then.

[She sounds kind of disappointed...]

[arcanepower]

That is a compelling argument. [He says this without any trace of sarcasm. He doesn't want to be mean to Elize like ever.]

Do you have enough money? I can pay for you if necessary.

[huaaaaagh]

Some people do. I've just never been really particular about it, that's all.

[Maybe Berserker Class would describe him best? Or dual-wielding, but he's still keeping that very hush-hush around here while no one knows him.]

What kinds of classes do you mean?

[experiencepoints]

Well...

[She sighs. Her normal fidgety habits are really hard to do on horseback, so she settles for just shaking out her hair.]

... I almost miss being able to just show people my memories, it made explaining a lot easier...

The six basic classes where I'm from are Mage, Healer, Archer, Fighter, Lancer, and Monk. Those have really low requirements, so most everyone can access those classes, so they're the 'base' ones. Most other classes are built out of those.

[arcanepower]

Azeroth. [The ears lower a bit.] You do not talk like most people I know. But then again, humans outnumber the non-humans by quite a lot.

[merchantprince]

A whole year, huh? That's nothing to sneeze at.

[He takes a drink of whatever amber-colored booze is in his glass.]

Hope it's better than what you left behind.

[huaaaaagh]

We had a few of those, though some sort of blended together. People would focus on offensive magic or healing magic, but most had at least a couple of spells for each. We never had a monk class, but there's a sort of ninja class.

[wait]

You can show people your memories?

[experiencepoints]

Fuck ninjas.

[No offense, Ino, she's bitter over a different one.]

Not at my home. That was the place I was before here. It's a long story.

A

[arcanepower]

[Belth doesn't say hello right away. He just... watches from a distance for a while, hiding behind walls and things.

Until he knocks something off the wall and starts swearing in Thalassian. Oops.]

[huaaaaagh]

[Wow, rude, the Spriggan class is basically a ninja, too...]

Oh, you too? I've heard that's the story for a few people stuck in this place.

is galadriel ever really the wrong elf though

[experiencepoints]

I'm a mage. If I've let an enemy get close enough to injure me, then frankly, I deserve it.

[She's suddenly holding a tall wooden staff, one end flowering off into a cloud of branches, that most definitely was not anywhere on her a minute ago.]

If you want to get some hits in, you should start while I cast.

[experiencepoints]

[Living in a strange dorm with six other people, some of whom are pretty clumsy, for months on end, has instilled some pretty interesting instincts in Nightingale. On swearing, she spins around, and spotting something falling, she reflexively gathers the wind under it to catch it and lift it back up, before she even sees what it is.

Then she realizes there's a new crewmate there, and what people have told her about showing off her magic sinks in, leaving her levitating the whatever it was awkwardly. Maybe she shouldn't have done that...? Well, he probably wasn't intentionally knocking stuff off the walls, right?]

Uh. Hello?

[experiencepoints]

... At least the castle was more honest about how it was trying to humiliate and hurt us.

[She sighs.]

Yeah, there's a lot of us here on our second interdimensional shithole. Only me and Magpie from where we were, though. It's that 'Paradisa' place that has a bunch of people from it.

[arcanepower]

[He reaches out to grab it but he's too late, so there's an awkward moment of staring. Belth looks like a deer caught in headlights.]

... Hello.

[huaaaaagh]

Paradisa...

[He definitely recognizes that name.]

Were you there when hundreds of pomeranians were attacking people?

[experiencepoints]

[That makes two deer, as she's just standing there, trying to figure out what one is supposed to say in this kind of a situation.]

So, um... Are you... Part of this ship's crew?

[Yes. Perfect. Excellent question. It is very important to ask if the guy who is hanging out on the ship, lurking around, apparently familiar with the place, etc, is part of this ship. There is no possible way you could figure this out without asking.]

[arcanepower]

[He plucks the fallen item out of the air where it's been floating, not bothered at all, and puts it back on the nearest shelf.]

Yes...

[He squints at her.]

How did you get in here? There is a lock on the cargo door.