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]

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[save_the_souls]

[Since Hawke leaving, Allen has been worried about Anders. He didn't know him all that well, but...he knows how hard it is when someone you care about leaves. Plus Anders had always been niceish to have around the ship. Sort of like an honorary Blue Fish]

[So when he hears word of a healer in the darker alleyways that knit people together, he goes to investigate. He doesn't know for sure its Anders, but...hey, not many of the other healers feel a strong compulsion for secrecy like a Thedas healer. He catches sight of him playing cat's cradle with the children- watching for a moment with a small smile.]

It could be a dragon disguised as a horse. I've heard of ones who could shapeshift.

[unconfines]

[Niceish is just about the highest compliment he can achieve, he's pretty sure, so he'll take it as a win. He liked the Blue Fish and the people on it, even separate from Hawke's influence, but it's likely to see much, much less of him for now, if just for his own sanity.]

Ooh, what about that, eh? [He tugs the string to make the shapes wiggle slightly.] Could be a dragon hiding behind any of the horses around here. Raah!

[He collapses the string between his hands by clapping them together, and the child giggles before scampering off. Anders straightens to face Allen, a little awkward and very focused on untangling the mess of thread he just created.]

There aren't really dragons like that, are there? Because that sounds terrifying, between you and me.

[save_the_souls]

[He chuckles at the scene with the children, watching them scamper off. When Anders asks the question, he just gives a little shrug]

I've only met one, but she was very nice! She spent more time planting gardens than harming anyone.

[unconfines]

That sounds very convenient. Dragons where I come from are usually too busy torching the countryside and devouring passersby to focus too much on horticulture.

[Said mildly, like this is a perfectly normal observation to make. In his defense, a ghost dragon made of lightning did try to eat him once, so his bar for "weird and unpleasant and dangerous" is pretty high.]

[save_the_souls]

Ah...yes, I've heard about that. It's rather unfortunate.

My homeworld didn't really have dragons outside of stories, so- [He offers a shrug. No real opinion on them here]

[unconfines]

[He mirrors the motion, a lift of his shoulders as he turns away, where he has a pack of his things tucked between some boxes. They'd only been stories in Thedas, too, until the Dragon Age.]

So! To what do I owe the pleasure? If you're looking for wayward patients, there's plenty more where that came from, I can tell you that much. [He glances back over his shoulder.] Unless you're the one looking for treatment, in which case you didn't need to come all the way out here, no matter how embarrassing the rash is.

[This is a joke. Probably.]

[save_the_souls]

[He wrinkles his nose at the rash joke] - No, I'm perfectly fine, thank you.

[Truth was, he was mostly hear to check on him. But...Anders didn't strike him as the sort to handle direct sentiments, especially from someone he barely knew, so he'll side step]

I heard about you helping people, and I thought it was very noble. I wanted to see if there was anything I could do to help.

[unconfines]

[Anders laughs, bright and incredulous.]

You're sure you heard about me? Maker, if that's the case, I need to be trying harder. Can't have people running around calling me noble.

[He waves one hand, dismissive, and occupies himself with the last few tangles of the thread between his fingers.]

Gets out of hand in a place like this, that's all. Heal one scraped knee and suddenly the whole town is on your doorstep wanting you to take a closer look at their boils. But, on the upside: plenty to go around, if you're interested!

[save_the_souls]

[he shrugs]

Sorry. Kind acts get a lot of attention in places like this.

[And magical healing for free? Well. That was just near miraculous]

Well, I'm only a regular medic- no real magic to speak of. But, sure, I could help out some of the patients.

[unconfines]

That's the spirit. You can soak up all the nobility, and I'll just be along for the ride.

[He gestures down the dark, narrow alley, looping the thread around his fingers and tucking it gently into one of his pockets. There are families huddled together against the walls of the buildings, watching the two of them with curious eyes.]

Who knows, between the two of us we might even be able to make a dent!