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

[dancingmd]

How is that not fair? You need to rest, the work will wait. And anything that can't, I can take care of.

[Her expression softens, showing her genuine concern for him. Is this worse or better than the other Look? Hard to say.]

Please, Allen.

[save_the_souls]

[Oh it's totally fair. He's just whining. But uuugh he can't find any other good argument, so he actually closes the folder of paperwork he was working on]

Fine. I'll take the day off.

[dancingmd]

Thank you. Have you taken anything for it yet?

[save_the_souls]

[He shakes his head]

No, I don't like painkillers. They make it harder to move my arm.

[dancingmd]

[She nods.]

Okay. Your temperature is still low enough that they shouldn't be necessary, but we'll keep an eye on it. Would you like me to make you some tea or anything? Soup?

[Because tea is apparently the cure to everything when you're Dr. Beverly Crusher.]

[save_the_souls]

[...!]

Tea and soup sound wonderful....

[dancingmd]

I'll get some started right away! Would you rather stay in here, or your quarters?

[save_the_souls]

I'll stay here. [Less chance of the soup spilling with his quarters having a ladder and all]

Thank you.

[dancingmd]

You're welcome. I'll be back soon with the tea, the soup will take a little bit longer, about an hour.

[She gives the folder of paperwork a significant glance before leaving. His little shonen butt better still be here, resting, when she comes back. No papers anywhere than where they are right now.

True to her word, she returns shortly with the tea, then again forty-five minutes later, with the soup, which she places gingerly on the table.]

It's still hot, but there you go! Nana Howard's patented vegetable soup! Well... more or less.

[More food cubes, less fresh vegetables. But all in all, not too bad.]

[save_the_souls]

[And he'll be good! When she returns, it looks like he's taken to playing one of the games that have been found on the communicator. Sure, it's not napping- but hey, at least it's relaxing.]

[Of course when the soup comes in, he lights up immediately]

Ah- it smells delicious! Thank you!

[Now excuse him as he eats at the speed of someone would normally eat at when they haven't eaten in a week. Never mind he very much did have a full breakfast this morning.]

[dancingmd]

[Wow. She's used to Allen's appetite by now of course, but even so, this seems unusual.]

At least your fever hasn't ruined your appetite!

[Her tone is upbeat, but it is accompanied by a small frown.]

[save_the_souls]

Ha- [he pauses from eating]

It takes a lot more than a fever to ruin my appetite.

[dancingmd]

That's good... that always seems to be one of the first things to go, for me, when I get sick. In fact, sometimes this soup is the only thing Nana could get me to eat.