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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[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.

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[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?!

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I'll explain later.

[Because a couple of the muskrat's friends are definitely making a beeline right towards them, looking both furious and freaked-the-fuck-out. Alex drapes one arm over Clay's shoulder, trying to look casual.]

Hey, dudes. Sorry about my pal, here. We'll just, uh, be on our way if that's alright...

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[Yeah, they don't seem to be taking that for an answer. And Clay's still feeling the urge to fight, to punch something, so he stalks forward to meet them, one arm raised in a sort of protective motion in front of Alex.]

What, you wanna join him?!

[That was definitely not the right thing to say. One of those friends takes a big swing at him, but since he's just as drunk as the other guy was, it's very easy to dodge. Clay ducks under it, then launches himself up with an uppercut to the man's jaw, sending him tumbling backwards.]

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[Alex covers her face with her hand as soon as Clay steps in front of her. Oooooh boy. This is happening. This is sure a thing that is going down.]

Clay, don't-

[As soon as Clay throws the punch, the rest of the muskrat's friends go wild. Alex readies her wand, but spells are slow and she only gets in one good one - giving a burly potato-sack of a man a full body of fluffy, pink hair - before she realizes that elbowing and kicking is the way to go.]

Anyone touch me, and you're gonna look like Powder Puff over there, 'kay?

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- And you'll get an extra butt kicking from me!

[Yeah, Clay had been briefly lost in the crowd, but now he's back to yank one man who'd been getting too close to Alex over and using that momentum to make the punch he sends out that much more painful. He'd been the one to rile them up, after all, not Alex, so he makes sure to stick close and not let any of them get their hands on her.]

You should get out of here, I got this! [Sort of.]

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As much as I appreciate your concern-

[She kicks a man coming around from the side, and sends him down with a hard jab of her wand to the chest.]

I'm not leaving!

[Another man goes down, turned into a yapping chihuahua.]

You think Allen would forgive me for that?

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Allen?

[LOOK THEY'RE STILL at this point CASUAL. But - whatever, he's got a fight to focus on.]

Fine - you watch my back and I'll watch yours!

[And with that, he switches his tactics; rather than just go after the first guy who looks ready to fight him, he'll go after ones near Alex instead. He's not so blinded by adrenaline to realize that he kind of dragged her into this and all.]

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Yeah, you're basically-

[She grabs a chair and slides it into someone approaching Clay from the side.]

-basically joined at the hip, or something.