When We're Rollin Through the Wild Wild West

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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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[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.

[unconfines]

[Friendly physicality is in his nature, regardless of the context, but especially when he's drunk and lonely.]

That's the spirit. I wouldn't trust anyone who turned down free alcohol, between you and me— barkeep!

[It's a bit of a struggle to keep himself upright while also flagging the bartender down again, but between the arm slung around Crowley's shoulders and his previous experience being a drunken idiot, he manages to keep it just to a wobbly sway on his feet.]

[onlyanapple]

Pretty much the most distrustful sign ever: someone turning down free alcohol. How about we sit down somewhere to enjoy aforementioned free alcohol, hmm?

[A casual way to stop Anders from falling on his face without making it look like a good deed. ]

[unconfines]

[It's a good move, and one he responds to easily.]

You're chock full of good ideas this evening, aren't you. This way!

[He's a man on a mission, at least. He picks a random direction and a random table and wanders in a wobbly line towards it until his knees make friendly contact with wood, and he collapses down into one of the chairs.]

Ugh, this place isn't nearly questionable enough for my tastes. It's almost tolerable. Sit, sit.

[onlyanapple]

That's me, I have a knack for knowing what people need.

[Literally, in his case. He'll move to sit besides Anders, chuckling a little to himself. ]

So this place isn't a health hazard enough for you?

[unconfines]

[He is in a drape-y, stretch-y sort of stage of drunk, though at the moment he's at least not doing it on Crowley's person anymore. He leans both elbows on the table instead, occupying as much space as possible.]

Well, it could stand to be more interesting, is all I'm saying. A thug or two glowering unhelpfully in a corner, some incomprehensible local songs— [he lifts one arm off the table, face scrunching at the way his sleeve catches] not any more stickiness, I think they've got that handled.

[onlyanapple]

Ah, I see. So you want it to have a little atmosphere. Suppose there's nothing wrong with that.

[He idly waves a hand at the table and lo, it is suddenly perfectly clean and probably pine scented.]

That takes care of the stickiness, at least. Afraid I can't do much about the thugs or incomprehensible folk songs.

[unconfines]

[His elbows nearly slip on the table without the starchy glue of years of spilled ale to keep him in place.]

That's a fancy trick, isn't it. Why couldn't they teach us something useful like that in the Circle? You wouldn't believe the uses I'd have for a spell like that.

[The tone says it's suggestive, but of what, it's not really clear. He probably doesn't know, either.]

[onlyanapple]

[He'll just run with the suggestive tone, because like hell he'd do otherwise.]

Oh, I bet you could write a whole list for it.

...Anyway, it's less a spell and more just something I happen to be able to do. Reality warping: it's fun and convenient.

[unconfines]

[He hums, wondering, even through the bright crack of a grin he develops at being indulged.]

Sounds like magic to me. To-may-to, to-mah-to, that sort of thing. I just happen to be able to light that fellow's hair on fire from here if I wanted to.

[He points, and gets a dirty glare from said fellow in return. He tucks the hand back under his elbow.]

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley turns his head to look at the guy, before chuckling low. ]

Something tells me he won't appreciate that.

So. What're you drinking?

[unconfines]

What am I drinking. [Repeated, like this was somehow a joke.] How should I know? I asked for whatever could get me pissed, and it seems to be working so far.

[He sniffs the cup, and his whole face scrunches.]

Whiskey, I think.

[onlyanapple]

Well, nothing like a bit of daring, I suppose.

[He nods at the hovering barkeep. ]

More of the whiskey, then. Best bring the bottle. I think it's a bottle kind of night.

[Off he goes. Crowley's going to pretend this isn't a generous act at all. Nope. ]

[unconfines]

[He practically lights up at the prospect of a bottle. Careful, Crowley, you might be on the precipice of helping.]

Well that's marvelous of you, isn't it! [He hoists himself up to properly sitting.] I do hope you're intending to get me drunk, ser.

[He is already. In case that wasn't clear enough on its own. Just to be 100% sure, he finishes what's left in his cup before the bottle makes it back.]

Because Maker knows I could use it.

[onlyanapple]

[He will admit to nothing. Oh look, here's a bottle, it's Anders's lucky day. ]

I have a... talent for knowing what people want. Besides, if I'm opening up a bar soon, I need to get my practise in for making people bollocksed.

[unconfines]

Fair enough! Feel free to practice on me all you like.

[That one's a bit more clear in its suggestivity. He reaches for the bottle and wrenches the stopper out, pouring himself a new glass somewhat messily.]

Cheers to me! [He leans over to point the bottle in Crowley's direction.] And to you, and to a new bar to make truly stupid choices in.

[onlyanapple]

Now, that, I can do.

[He gives Anders a smug grin, leaning back in his seat. ]

Truly, a great thing to make a toast to.

[unconfines]

Drink? Drink.

[If Crowley has kept his cup, Anders will be topping it off for him. Otherwise he'll just shove the bottle in his direction. This is a team sport!]

Now, tell me about this bar of yours. What's the decor going to be like? That's very important, you know. [As he's already established, the shittier the better, in his opinion.] You'll need the right clientele. The fun kind.

[onlyanapple]

[This is the best team sport, and Crowley will happily hold his glass out for refilling. He takes a long, contented swig of his drink. ]

Well, it's going to have some class to it, but I want plenty of murky corners for aforementioned fun goings on. Got to have murky corners in a bar, otherwise it's not a proper bar.

[unconfines]

You're going for subtlety, are you? All right, I see, I can respect that. So long as there's trouble to be found, you can bet I'll be there to find it.

[beat]

Also, the alternative most days is dirtying up my own ship. Which I'm not opposed to, necessarily, it's just that much more of a pain. Supposed to set a good example, or whatever.

[onlyanapple]

Good to know I can rely on you for any trouble I should require.

Really? Are there...children aboard, or something?

[unconfines]

You know, I'm not really sure?

[A question for the ages: does Megaman actually count as a child if he's technically a robot and Anders has no idea how long he's been around for? His expression pinches around another gulp of whiskey, and he shakes his head.]

No, no, no. Close enough to count, I'd say. I'm not sure he'd even know what to do with that sort of trouble, if you catch my meaning. Anyway, that plus the whole captaining thing, and it's just a recipe for disaster, isn't it? Enough people on my crew thinking I'm rubbish at it in the first place.

[Well, Aveline. And him, if he's really honest. But still.]

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley gives a soft snort of amusement.]

And this is why I quit the captain thing. Couldn't be bothered with all the bullshit. It's a lot of weight on your shoulders when you don't know what the fuck you're doing.

[unconfines]

[He rubs at the bridge of his nose and shakes his head, bizarrely determined. Even in a more sober state of mind he probably couldn't really articulate why hanging on to the captainship is so important to him, just that it is.]

It's been far too long for me to quit now. Now if I quit they'll go around to the whole fleet with their "I told you so"s. Really, when you think about it, I'm doing everyone a favor. [Another beat, and he smiles broadly.] Plus, I think everyone already assumes I don't know what the fuck I'm doing, so it isn't as if the bar is very high.

[onlyanapple]

[Ah. So that was it. Crowley exhales softly, a noise that could be mistaken for amusement. Maybe contempt. Maybe both. Humans. They were a law unto themselves, and every now and again he's reminded that he chose right, backing them when the stakes were at their highest. ]

Ah, so I see. Very noble effort you have going there.