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]

Comments

[serpentis]

How dreadfully disappointing.

[Dorian shrugs, shifting the staff on his back.]

Very well, I will make every effort to only terrify him a bit.

[wolfuncaged]

I'm sure you will find some way to ease your disappointment.

[He makes a soft 'heh' sound, before turning back to all the walking. At least he doesn't have to worry about sand in his non existent shoes. There are perks to a footwear free existence. ]

You will restrain yourself from giving him your best glower?

[serpentis]

Oh, no. I wouldn't dare attempt a glower in the presence of a master.

[And he chuckles softly.]

You keep to your skills, I'll keep to mine- while you glower, I'll pose and look dashing. That should be easy enough for the both of us.

[wolfuncaged]

And you imagine the bandit will be astounded by your posing? Perhaps he will repent his life of crime and become whatever this world's version of a cleric is?

[At least he sounds amused. ]

[serpentis]

You give me too little credit! I've made many men in my life pray to the Maker...or, rather, shout for him very insistently. It is nearly the same thing.

[And then he laughs, his stupid snicker that's almost an imitation of an evil cackle.]

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris pauses again to give Dorian a pointed look. ]

I think you should probably say that comment to yourself again and then decide at which point you should have stopped.

[serpentis]

[And he does consider it, but he sighs, and his tone turns a bit serious.]

Amatus, I cannot change my sordid past, much as I might wish to. Did I wish to be a shameful secret for past lovers? No. I wish...no, I don't wish we'd met sooner. I believe things happen for a reason, and that I met you precisely when we were both ready.

[He sighs a bit. It was hard to talk about, and much as he knew that he belonged to Fenris, and had no desire to be elsewhere, he couldn't change that had happened to him. He couldn't change the drunken trysts, being kept a barely-held secret, and the scandal that it caused.

Dorian Pavus was a pariah not only because he preferred men, though the rumors and all-too-often blatant truths didn't help matters in the least. If anything, they were like the serration on a blade, making things like his radical politics and his unwillingness to back down all the more dangerous to him.]

But I believe it's better to make light of something like that. Better to laugh than to be screaming on the inside.

[It was a truth of him that if it where possible to laugh, even at his own expense, he would rather that than being left with the horrible reality of what he had faced in his own homeland.]

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris heaves out a soft, annoyed sigh. Of course Dorian would take that hard, of course he would. Sometimes, Fenris forgets that the other man is so used to being under the light of scrutiny, in having his every move judged and marked against him.

He steps forward, tugging gently on the front of Dorian's robes, the talons of his gauntlets probably doing nothing to whatever exquisite clothing Dorian has had them made from. ]

I don't expect you to hide anything.

[Another gentle tug, and then he rests his palm on Dorian's chest. ]

Though it seems we are both in need of practising our bantering skills a little.

[serpentis]

[He chuckles. He doesn't mind Fenris's roughness, not anymore. He may make a token protest every now and again but, with all honesty, the push and pull of their relationship is like a grounding force.]

So it would seem.

[He tugs down the bandanna tied around his face and takes the gauntleted hand in his. It's more a claw than a hand, more talons than fingers, and he gently kisses his palm.]

[wolfuncaged]

[His lips curl into a small smile, leaning in to press a kiss to Dorian's lips, before replacing the bandanna. ]

Now come along, I do not want him to get wind of me. It would make capturing him a lot harder.

[serpentis]

[Even a small, sedate smile, is like a broad grin from any other man, and Dorian nods softly.]

Very well.

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris nods, turning to start to walk again. ]

From what I understand, he has a camp just a little north of here.