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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[geonomy]

[A is for Arrival!]

[Surprisingly, the man who loves space is utterly relieved to be on solid ground again. Look, when you go through a harrowing experience, sometimes you want to get away from it for a little while, okay? But when Clay sees the planet, the locals, the setting, everything... Wow. He totally feels awkward and out of place here. What does he even do in a place like this? He's pretty sure the stereotypical movies he watched about the wild west wouldn't do...

He ends up getting a relatively cheap cowboy hat to keep attention away from himself. But, unable to leave his visor behind, he wears it around the bucket of the hat. So much for keeping attention away from himself.]

[B is for Bar Fights!]

[Clay does not go to the bar often. He has no reason to go, and the locals are pretty bad-tempered in that place anyway. He's really only here to get a feel for the place, see what their culture is like.

While he's here, though, there's a companion being harassed by a clearly drunk man. Now, Clay's seen people drag off companions for a night of fun, so he tries to leave it alone. But it's clear that this one is either off duty, not in the mood, or doesn't like the way he's handling her, because the look on her face is irritated, and she keeps trying to pull away from him. Unable to see something like that happening and not doing something about it, Clay moves through the crowd to place a firm hand on the guy's shoulder.]

Hey, lay off. Go find another companion if that's your thing.

[Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say, and Clay was not expecting a punch to be thrown, so he ends up taking it right in the eye. He stumbles back a step or two, shakes his head to clear the stars that popped in his head, and... well. There's that snap that would happen in high school when this kind of thing happened, and Clay gets into a more ready stance with a grin on his face as a result.]

Oh, so that's how you wanna go, huh?!

[And thus, he punches right back, this time with lessons from Orion being ever present in his head and making him much more alert. Still, he and the assailant are probably going to be outnumbered, with a crowd of easily riled individuals who'll gladly fight both them and each other at the slightest sign of a tussle.]

[C is for Counting Stars!]

[While Clay does not like the bar, he does like the stables, and he spends a lot of time there gently brushing their muzzle and the sides of their neck while talking to them. He hates to see them all cooped up, and there's one in particular he's fond of, a black one with white stripes and a few white speckles as well. Kind of reminds him of the night sky and all.

So for a few nights when he thinks he can afford to do it, Clay rents out that one in particular and rides out of the town and towards the barren lands of the planet. Once he's out of eyesight of the town, he'll stop the horse, take off all of her equipment, put it in a pack, then head out again. He's got several reasons for this: stargazing, of course, and also picking out a spot and going to it regularly to get settled and calculate the distances of the stars above, which are in amazing view from out there.

Once he's out there, he'll lay out on the horse's back as she wanders on her own accord, and just. Looks.

Of course, he's never ridden a horse, and bareback is especially hard, so more often than not, he'll just walk out with her following him. And a few times when he does try, he ends up falling right off, especially when she starts to run. Thankfully, the horse has taken enough of a liking to him to come back and wait for him to pick his sorry ass up when this does end up happening.]

[D is for... Don't know?]

[Then pick a wild card! Got anything you want to do with him? Leave a prompt!]

B....

[zessica]

[Zessica's walking into the bar, looking for god knows what when she hears a very familiar voice shouting a challenge. Her eyes widen when she sees him hit square in the face and prepare to fight. An eyeroll and exasperated sigh are all the reaction she allows herself before she wades into the growing chaos.

Her powers are very helpful in this situation, moving to the side and ducking when need be. A guy charging someone else gets a kick in the stomach from her as she grabs the half full beer bottle from his hand. Oh good, Clay's within her line of sight now.]

Are you kidding me right now?! [She really hopes he can hear her over this noise.]

sorry zesty :c

[geonomy]

[Considering there are people yelling and his own heart's pounding in his ears? Nope. Clay can't hear her, and he's a little preoccupied at the moment. He ducks a couple of drunken swings and, while he's down, he springs up to crash the top of his head against the guy's chin. It hurts, sure, but it hurts the other guy more, sending him stumbling backwards while clutching his jaw.

Clay's just about to go after him again when a man grabs his arm and yanks him back, getting him lost in the riot again.]

srsly :|

[zessica]

Oh for the love of-- [Her elbow connects with some dude's face, she doesn't care who, as she wades in further, mentally counting how much he's going to owe her after this. Someone's foot is crushed beneath hers, and she promptly ducks another poorly aimed fist.

Now where the hell is he?

Zessica catches a brief glimpse of the familiar jacket, and she heads in that direction before calling out again.]

Clay, I swear to God!

A

[save_the_souls]

[Unlike Clay, Allen feels pretty well at ease here. Sure, he didn't spend much time in the American West - but it really wasn't all that different from poorer parts of other countries where he did grow up. And so compared to the rest of the fleet? Allen is blending in pretty darn well for a guy with white hair and a golden golem clinging to his shoulder.]

[When he spots Clay while looking around a market, he'll smile and wave at him- not yet noticing the double hat]

Clay!

A

[geonomy]

[There's some things from the market that Clay's interested in after he bought the hat. There's one shop that's selling algae from the Blue planet, and while he's got plenty of that, he knows he'll need all he can get to keep Apollo alive for this whole thing. There's also some scrap metal, and he's sure he can put together some forms of exercise equipment with them...

He's looking at some of that right now, lost in those thoughts, when he hears Allen's voice. A smile comes up at the sound - it's honestly a relief to hear it, after the battle they went through. So he turns, returning that wave and heading over, and - well. The double hats are probably noticeable by now.]

Hey Allen! You actually look like you're at home here! [He could even pass as a local, even.]

[save_the_souls]

[He'll meet him halfway]

Thank you. You look...

[Yep. Sure is noticing the double hat. He laughs a little in surprise]

Are you...wearing two hats?

B!

[stickupherforehead]

[a familiar voice in the midst of all that commotion gets Pearl to peer inside. And she immediately has to duck a thrown stool.]

Clay! [she hesitates a moment, and then starts edging her way in. With Clay there, this involves her, doesn't it?]

B!

[geonomy]

[It's not so much the voice, but the name that catches Clay's attention. He's got the front of the guy's shirt balled up in one hand and has his other pulled back in a fist, ready to punch, when his attention gets caught. He looks back, trying to see who's calling for him, and -

You know what, she's so skinny he can't even tell where she is or who called him -

And so, that's why the guy punches him instead, though with Clay still holding on, he drags the guy right down to the floor with him. Rolling tussle, here we go!]

[stickupherforehead]

[...oh for heaven's sake. She saw you get hit.

Oof, now she's getting smushed between all these stinky smelly people because uh, nobody sees her as a threat. Also they're gross and probably unhygienic and male and okay she can't take this anymore.

Whoever this is is getting elbowed relentlessly in the kidneys. And when he stops to yell, she kicks him in the back of the knee and sends him tumbling into another group of brawlers.]

C!

[dancingmd]

[As she is prone to doing when she's feeling down, Beverly seeks to separate herself for a little while from everyone else. And if there's one thing this forsaken moon is good for, it's isolation. So one night, she decides to go out into the desert and sets up a little camp of sorts, complete with a fire and cheap tent she bought in town.

Perched by her fire, she's more than a little surprised to see a horse wandering around out here by itself. Or... no... as she stands up to get a better look, she realize there is someone draped over the horse's back. As her first thought is that they must be hurt, she immediately makes her way over to the horse, swallowing her mild fear of them quite admirably.]

Hello? Are you all right?

C!

[geonomy]

[It's not hard to get that impression, seeing how Clay's got his arms hanging over the sides of the horse while he looks up at the stars. As it is, he's not expecting to bump into anyone else. It's the fire he notices first, if only because the light's making the stars just a bit dimmer, and it's when he squints in confusing that he hears the cracking of the fire and the sound of a voice calling out.

So he tilts his head back at first, realizes that it's a bit too far to crane his neck, then carefully sits up to turn and look instead.]

Oh, hey! Yeah, I'm all right. I was just looking at the stars with Cassie here.

[dancingmd]

[Beverly sighs in relief.]

Oh, good!

[Then she looks up at the night sky herself. It reminds her of her first night of survival training, out in the Mojave desert.]

The stars are beautiful out here, aren't they?

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.

A

[geonomy]

[Clay's steps slow for a few seconds because whoa, this guy just appeared out of nowhere and is just striking up a conversation and - thaaaat smile is kind of creepy. He blinks, then smiles back, and gosh, his must be like a ray of sunshine compared to this guy's.]

Uh, hey! How's it going?

C!

[survivalistcookbook]

[Clay's not exactly an easy figure to miss, between the bar fights and the double-hat situation, and by the second time he's rented out the same horse, Eugene swings round in time to find him bridling and saddling his preferred mount. Grinning, he leans in the door of the stable, thumbing up the brim of his own hat. He's pulled together a decent enough wardrobe to dress the part, here, but the hat just makes it.]

Howdy.

[He drawls the word with too much thick, Texan relish, and grins too widely, to not be having an absolute blast with this whole situation.]

Just can't get away from steering something around, huh?

[geonomy]

[After the bar fight and getting himself patched up, Clay's covering that black eye with an eye patch. A cheap looking pirate's eye patch. Yup. He's definitely looking more and more conspicuous as the month goes on. Sure, seeing with one eye makes things exceptionally more difficult, but eh. He can work with it.

The voice makes him look back, though he ducks his head, grins, and shakes his head at the accent. He, too, is guilty of abusing that country drawl, and - you know what, he'll do it right now. He tips his hats in return, lifting his head back up with a big smile.]

Y' know it, pahdner! Steerin's part of m' blood!

B

[delincuente]

[Before Clay's burly opponent can get another hit in, he will find himself suddenly and inexplicably transformed into a muskrat. Which is just plain interesting in and of itself, but probably won't do much to help the overall tension in the bar. In fact, the guy's friends aren't taking too kindly to it, as they watch their poor muskrat companion scurry about in fear.

Alex stalks up to Clay, still clutching her wand and looking exasperated.]

Dude, seriously? That guy could have eaten you. Let's get out of here.

[geonomy]

[Okay look, Clay has seen plenty of weird things piled on top of weirder things the longer he stays on this fleet. But seeing his opponent turn into a muskrat right in front of him? That kind of takes the cake for the moment, and Clay looks dumbfounded more than anything, though he still feels adrenaline pumping through his veins and his eye pounding.

When Alex comes up to him, Clay looks at her, then her wand, her again, then gestures with both arms toward the muskrat scurrying about.]

What?!

B; i feel like this had to be done

[huaaaaagh]

[As the "companion" in question - or rather, the one mistaken for one - Kazuto had been debating whether or not it was worth kicking the guy in the teeth or making a run for it with his current earnings. A card game (even a successful one) was not worth getting harassed or blowing his cover. Unfortunately (or thankfully, he hasn't decided) someone else makes the decision for him. He stares, wide-eyed, as the guy he'd met on Day 1 of his arrival steps in, and predictably, the ruffian starts up a bar fight.

After that, it's pure instinct that takes over. He grabs the closest object that could act as a weapon - pool cue, that'll work - and swings as hard as he can at the assailant while he's facing Clay, clocking him right on the side of the head. The man drops like a heavy sack, but from the unhappy sounds of the observers around them, it's likely the fight won't end with just him.

So much for the escape plan. Still, he finds himself smiling anyway; a fight could alleviate some of the stress he's been feeling all day. He jumps forward to stand shoulder to shoulder with his new ally, shifting into a fighting stance.]

Sorry for the trouble.

B; your feelings were completely valid

[geonomy]

[WHOOOOA, the "companion" just stood up and started to kick ass! That's super cool in Clay's book, and so he grins as he stands by her shoulder in a fighting stance of his own.]

It's fine. He's the one who was causing trouble.

[He tilts his head towards the guy on the ground, and - god, he just wants to punch something. Thankfully, there are equally drunken ruffians who must want to be punched in the face, because they start to charge now.]

You wanna join him, huh?! [He sidesteps, letting one man fly right in between them and crash against the bar itself, making the bartender duck down to avoid it. Clay sends an apology over his shoulder, but other than that, he's absolutely diving right in to this fight.]

B

[experiencepoints]

[Nightingale lifts a hand right after Clay gets punched, grabbing onto him and casting Sleep on the opponent in one motion. As the other guy slumps over, Nightingale is going to start pulling on Clay.]

Are you an idiot? Come with me.

[geonomy]

[Yeah, Clay still wants to punch something, and he feels a bit robbed of that opportunity. Adrenaline's pumping in his veins, his eye's pounding, and his opponent just fell asleep. Oh, COME ON.]

I'm the idiot? He punched me! [He is so pulling his arm away while glaring at anyone else who looks riled up and ready to fight. Yeah, you want a piece of him too?!]

D... at FIRST, still must do post-bar-fight

[touchofrogue]

[So not long after their ships got out of emergency status, Rogue realized it was time to address the giant elevator in the space ship. She just... wanted to get it over with. So Rogue knocked on Clay's office door.]

Captain? Ya got a minute?

D IT IS

[geonomy]

Just a second!

[It takes him a bit to get to the door, though the reason behind it isn't clear until he opens the door.

It appears to only be his room that's affected, because while Rogue is on her feet, Clay is floating. And so is all his other stuff, all of his papers and everything he collected from the Blue planet, save for Apollo the fish. He's outside the ship, seeing how it's too dangerous for the poor little guy right now.

With the door open, Clay waves at her while tipping slowly to the side - he'll just grab onto the door frame to keep himself upright.]

Yeah? Did you need anything?