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

[thezerothlaw]

[He tilts his head very slightly, looking closely at her. Is there a possibility of a robot being cause for alarm here? Very possibly. But it's easy, harmless to turn aside the minds of potential eavesdroppers, and go unnoticed.]

You're free to ask me whatever you wish. I don't believe that others will trouble us here.

[dancingmd]

I can only imagine...

[Literally. Even the most ruthless of the Federation's enemies would never sacrifice children. Sometimes she wonders if humans really aren't the most brutal species in the galaxy.]

[takeabow]

Anyway. Sorry. I didn't mean to just surprise you with that.

[experiencepoints]

I think he'll go unconscious?

[dancingmd]

You're welcome. I better keep moving here, though, I have several more patients to see. [She picks up her medkit.] I'm sure I will see you around again.

[xenoscientist]

[He smiles a bit, laughing softly.]

Not like most Salarians, even. Think quickly, speak quickly as well. Word efficiency. Can slow down if needed.

[reconstitution]

[ No one can blame Natasha for being overly-prepared for a fight. Least of all someone who has shot her twice though he doesn't remember either. While he isn't waiting for an order- not from her, anyway- he is waiting for any sort of reaction from her so he can know the atmosphere.

Until he can get a proper read on her, the situation is as tense as a bowstring ready to fire. One inch in either direction could snap it, or be completely fine. He's just as tense until she sits down. He can't really let his guard down, but she'll be just as slow in reacting as he will in this position. They are at the very least on a level playing field.

He turns his head slightly to acknowledge the broken silence, nodding curtly. ]

I did.

[ Surviving a deadly situation was easy. It was always the recovering moments that could make or break you. ]

[tobeajedi]

[The gesture is unfamiliar to Vima, but it's not difficult to figure out what she's supposed to do. So she awkwardly grips his pinky with hers. That's right, right?]

Well, some people have gone and come back, right? And they seemed like they hadn't come to harm. [Just annoyed.] Of course, there's also the times when someone's fallen asleep and woken up older, with accurate memories of time spent at home... I don't know what Atroma's up to, but it seems like its powers are hard to comprehend.

[all that time-space nonsense.]

[xenoscientist]

Curious. Most would use it for nefarious reasons. Kidnapping, gathering biological data, studying unwilling subjects.

[After the Collectors, he's not entirely unconvinced that's what this is, even. Tell someone they're on a broadcast program, reward them, all the while operating on them, studying them, possibly gathering data on them and their worlds.

Did they have enough material...]

How many of us here?

[save_the_souls]

Ah...yes, I did notice it was rather uncomfortable.

[Then again he's covered in long sleeves and gloves so EVERY planet that's not freezing is uncomfortable]

...Do you want an ice pack?

[xenoscientist]

[He smiles a bit.]

Fortunate, most ships accommodating quarians have standard protocol for cleanliness. Familiar with such cases aboard Normandy. Can adapt same practices to fleet.

[jamminshield]

If you did do that...

....

...

....It would really rock!

[dancingmd]

You just mentioned your friend Giskard so I'm wondering... I consider Data my friend, and now you as well, but Data has always insisted that he cannot experience friendship. I don't remember exactly how he puts it... [She smiles] something about becoming accustomed to certain sensory input pathways. I've never been convinced that he cannot experience friendship at all, it's just not in the way we organics expect or are used to. What are your thoughts on that?

[thebarkside]

Oh, jeez!

[ THIS IS SO FUNNY WHY ARE YOU SO ADORABLE STEVEN ]

As long as you don't take it for granite!

[kyasdaughter]

I can get my own. I just wanted to cool off and complain a little, I think.

[ she peeks one eye open to peer at him, but there's gratitude on her face. and since this is a mingle that takes place whenever... ]

Did you see that Zuko's back?

[experiencepoints]

Well, when it comes from a decent healer, anyway.

What's your job?

pats....

[experiencepoints]

A place that's not really great material to talk about with someone I just met.

[experiencepoints]

Seriously? A place like this, and it doesn't have any?

[She was sure this place would have some. There's uncivilized assholes everywhere, it's not like they could have wiped out all the monsters, right...?]

[reconstitution]

[ He is very good at not being around when he doesn't want to be. ]

That's right. Now we do.

[ Aaaand where does he go from here with her? He shifts a little awkwardly, glancing around the bar. ]

[save_the_souls]

[He gives a small chuckle] Complain away.

[Yes the vague times always make things easy. And he furrows his brow]

I did....didn't talk to him though. [he's really not sure what to make of him being back again]

[kyasdaughter]

Did you hear that he's from another place? Uh - Adstringendum. [ she sounds it out a little slowly, careful to enunciate the syllables. ] I haven't heard of that one before, but he says I was there too.

[stefanged]

I'm a medic on the Paisley. [First mate too, but he keeps forgetting he has a title.] Before the Fleet came and nabbed me, I was studying to be a doctor.

I also worked at a church for a long time, but that's not really... related to healing people.

[Literally, at least.]

[experiencepoints]

Oh... That's pretty cool. Do you have any healing magic, then?

What's a church?

[She sounds completely serious about that last one.]

[reconstitution]

[ He looks from the outlaw to Rapunzel, nodding toward the exit. In her case, it's probably best that she just leave- her sunny disposition is a lot little out of place in the saloon.

Another glance from the outlaw shows that he does stop paying them mind enough to take a swig of his drink. Next order of business is getting her back out the door or at least to the other side of the saloon. ]

What are you doing?

[save_the_souls]

Ad-string-en-dum? [...holy crap how many words is that? How do you spell that? Was it even a real word?? It's very clear he's never heard of it either]

That's strange. I've had that happen to me with a couple people who were in the fleet, but...they didn't seem to know me very well, so I figured they were probably mistaking me for someone else.

[Since you know, white haired guys with scars with a name like Allen are SUPER common]

Did he say how long you were there?