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

[geonomy]

[... He smiles and ducks his head at that, a light blush on his cheeks. "You did catch my eye", wow Allen, you charmer. He follows though, seeing how Allen's the one who wants to explore. (knowing Clay, though, he'll likely want to drag him off somewhere before this is over.)]

Yeah? You traveled a lot?

[save_the_souls]

You got in a fight?!

[Okay maybe he shouldn't be so surprised considering how muscular Clay is, but come on what did they do- get into a fist fight over the definition of planets?! Sheesh!]

Okay, come in and have a seat over there. [he points to the examine bed.] How did you get into a fight?

[huaaaaagh]

I wouldn't really call it home. But a part of my world, you could say.

[GGO could never be home for him, that's for sure. Just a waystation at best- to visit, to solve a crime, and to leave behind for people more suited for it.]

[curiositykilledthecats]

I see.

[Well, that's weird. But she's not going to pry.]

I hope we may leave soon.

[huaaaaagh]

[He's a weird guy, that's the only way to explain it.]

Me too. Though I admit it's fun to visit new places, maybe make some new memories to associate with a terrain like this. Might make us both feel better about it.

[He's always been a fan of exploring worlds, even if it's just been virtual worlds before now. Surely a real world would be more exciting, right?]

[save_the_souls]

[Charming is what he does. And he doesn't have any particular in mind to where he's going since hey, like he said- he wants to see what this place has]

Most of my life! Paradisa was the longest I stayed anywhere- and even then we visited a lot of places. [he shrugs] Traveling through space is new though.

[geonomy]

[And he's covering his face back up - not only does it hurt when he pulls his hand away, but it's a little embarrassing, too. Guy he's dating is looking at him while his face is all puffy and gross, ugh. Maybe he should've gone somewhere else?

He'll do as he's told though, another whine escaping when he gets on the bed. He's pretty bruised up in other areas, too.]

There was a guy harassing a lady, one of those companions. She looked like she didn't want to go anywhere with him, so I told him to lay off. And he gave me this! [He lifts his hand away a bit to indicate the eye.] So I, uh. Punched him back.

[preformthisneigh]

[A; Near the horses]

[FINALLY some actual, real food. After nearly four months of surviving on mostly protein blocks, Cheese sure as hay is going to get himself some decent grub. You may find him happily pulling a cart piled with sacks of feed that must be several times his own weight towards the Bishop. He'll gladly share, if alien oats and grains are something you want to eat. He keeps a distance away from the strange horses, making no effort to communicate with them at all. He looks fairly creeped out by them.

Even so, if you choose to ride out on one of the horses, he'll be following a distance behind, making very judgemental noises, before speaking out. ]

So. I guess there must be something terribly wrong with your legs, seen as you're using somepony else's to get about.

[B; The Wasteland]

[ For much of the stay on the planet, you can find Cheese roaming the land outside the town, sleeping under the stars, talking to his rubber chicken - his serape around his back, his stetson on his hat. Same old, same old, really. The pony was born under a wandering star, and that's just how it is.]

1/2

[save_the_souls]

...Ah. I see. [He relaxes some. Okay, that sounds like something Allen would do too; hell if anything? It's noble. Standing up for one of the companions like that. He offers him a little smile]

Then I'll hope that he looks worse off than you do. It'd serve him right.

[innercactus]

A :

[ The moment they land in the dusty place, Asteffiel is darting around everywhere, eyes wide in excitement. This is like Dry Top (without the crash of the flying ship and implications of hundreds of deaths-), or like the Silver Wastes (without the violent plants everywhere)! Places he's never been, but has learned that cacti might be here!

... So he's acting a lot like a curious child, despite being six feet tall or so. What's in this alley? Or behind this fence! ]

B -

[ Asteffiel does end up in a saloon, but mostly for perfectly understandable reasons. He's a jungle plant, not a desert one (despite his love of cacti), and this dryness is bothering him in ways he hadn't quite expected.

.. Only the silly plantman hasn't ever really... ordered anything before, and in his desire not to go drink water from one of the barrels (that he's pretty sure wouldn't work out well-) he's forgotten to think and see if he can remember anything from other Sylvari.

So he's about half-way through his 'something that tastes good' to drink when he realizes that it's alcohol, far too strong for him, and that he probably should have just gone back to the tourist. Help the tipsy plant? ]

C -

[ Out in the desert, Asteffiel is quite happily darting about in the sand because.

He has found cacti. They are as amazing as he had picked up from the Dream. ]

Spines that can be used for sewing needles, water hiding inside!

[ Yes he is carefully petting this little cactus no bigger than his fist, laying in the sand. ]

[curiositykilledthecats]

... It is doubtful, should our time continue as it has. Mayhap something good shall come later.

[timelapsed]

That's a line that sounds straight out of an old western. "I'm here for information, pardner." [ Her bad cowboy impression is bad. ]

Find out anything interesting?

[save_the_souls]

[But right, back to actually being a medic. He doesn't really think about Clay's black eye as being embarrassing- the last guy he dated made him look at him in much, much worse conditions than this. But don't think he didn't catch that whine. He shakes his head and starts to pull the privacy curtains.]

I'll get you an icepack for your eye, okay? Please... [He hesitates a little. Okay so maybe this is a bit awkward] remove anything that's covering up any injuries or places you got hit.

[THIS IS NOT HOW HE EXPECTED THIS TO GO DOWN OKAY. But with those privacy curtains drawn he disappears behind them to get that icepack and anything else he needs.]

B

[wolfuncaged]

[He's probably off on one of his work things. Doing a job for X person for X reason. It's how he doesn't go crazy on these planet jaunts. He gives a soft, annoyed huff at all the dramatics. ]

You didn't have to come along.

[serpentis]

The last, we were at a planet that was all islands and water. I stayed inside the ship for the most of it.

[Dorian can complain about even a beach vacation.]

[serpentis]

[Dorian is busy tying a bandana around his face.]

No, I decidedly did not. I thought it might be fun. Oh! A couple's excursion. We hunt down bandits, you get covered in blood while I stay a safe distance away. We litter the ground with corpses. How romantic.

B

[wolfuncaged]

[There's a grumpy elf standing nearby. More importantly, he HAS noticed the people skulking around, and it's making his sword arms itchy. He eventually makes his way over to her, speaking in a low rumble, to try and avoid detection.]

You are being watched.

[mucked]

Sounds like a wasted opportunity to me. [ ...then again, she'd not been a member of the fleet. she'd not witnessed much of anything before the battle and this dusty moon. ] But to each his own, I imagine.

[serpentis]

Oh, one of those.

[And he chuckles.]

Forgive me for not making introductions. I can assure you, I'm quite a bit more dashing when dust isn't invading my lungs. Dorian Pavus, of the Three Twins.

[mucked]

Everyone is a sight more dashing in the absence of dusty lungs, Mister Pavus. [ ...she'll say nothing about being 'one of those', because she hasn't quite decrypted his meaning. perhaps her chuckles at her optimism, or else her mend-and-make-do attitude. either way, she doesn't take it personally.

indeed, she hardly seems piqued at all. ]

Peggy Carter. [ her steps slow. she offers a hand. ] And I'm quite afraid I haven't the foggiest where one finds the Three Twins. Is that merely an archaic way to say triplets or are we speaking of a set of six?

[ playfulness dovetails through her voice. ]

B

[onlyanapple]

[Of course Crowley's in the saloon. But, for a change, he seems to be bartering for alcohol rather than drinking it.

Okay, no, that's a lie, there's a glass of whiskey next to him, but still. He gives Allen a lazy wave when he notices him. ]

Luck on your side tonight?

[And, of course, by 'luck' he means 'cheating'. ]

A

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley isn't so much as helping as he is lounging around watching her work. But in his mind, this constitutes as help, and that's what really matters, right? ]

I don't know about the plants here. They have idea above their station. Living out here so long has made them rebellious.

[serpentis]

[He shakes her hand, smiling a bit and coughing just once.]

Oh, perhaps it is. I think the general consensus is three sets of twins...we do, after all, only have a capacity for six crewmates.

[He waves a hand dismissively]

Regardless, no, it is a ship, part of the Drift Fleet. I've been here eight months, at last count. You're new, I take it?

[He pulls a handkerchief from inside his robes and presses it to his mouth. He frowns- a soft creasing of his brow, and he scuttles next to a nearby building, waving her over and hoping for shelter from the wind and sand.]

Ah, better.

i

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley pretty much lives in the saloons. It's his thing. What he wasn't expecting was to be manhandled. He's about to protest, until he recognises Anders's voice and relaxes into a wry grin. ]

Well~ If you're offering, it'd be rude to say no.

A

[onlyanapple]

[From seemingly nowhere, Crowley appears to fall into step with him. His hands behind his back, he glances Clay up and down once, before smiling like a snake. ]

Hello.