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clay тerran | ѕpace nerd ([personal profile] geonomy) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2015-09-19 01:52 pm

When We're Rollin Through the Wild Wild West

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]
unconfines: (W → tomorrow is another day;)

[personal profile] unconfines 2015-09-22 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
That's the real question, isn't it? [He winks at her, now successfully upright.] What, who. Half the fun is finding out, you see. Are you going to drink that?

[It might not even be her drink, but he's reaching for it anyway.

"Who" is not actually a viable option, here, but he wouldn't be himself if he didn't include it. And that's what he's trying to do, tonight: be as aggressively himself as possible, the person he knew he was before he had everything turned on its head.]
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[personal profile] dancingmd 2015-09-22 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Unfortunately, the drink does not belong to her, and the big burly cowpoke whom it does belong to is none to happy about Anders swiping his drink. He emits a menacing growl and stands, tossing his stool onto the floor in the process. Beverly is immediately on her feet as well, standing between the two men.

You wanted something truly stupid, Anders? Here's your chance.]
unconfines: (W → well I'm just a boy;)

[personal profile] unconfines 2015-09-23 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Oops.

[Helpful. He sways a little to step around Beverly, lifting to put a hand to her shoulder to nudge her gently behind him, and smiles, broad and saccharine.]

Now, now, no need to get all growly. It was an honest mistake! How about this, how about I—

[The other man doesn't seem all that interested in negotiations. He throws a punch before Anders is even able to get the whole, meandering sentence out, a sharp clock right below the eye that nearly knocks him off his feet.

Later Anders might claim that his body reacted before his brain was able to stopper it, but the reality is that he's upset and angry, and so tired of being a metaphorical punching bag that he can't stomach becoming a literal one. Fire flares between them, a quick, short burst not unlike what happens when grease gets thrown onto an already strong flame. The other man shouts, more surprise than pain (though certainly some of the latter as well), and Anders' ingrained instincts really start to kick in.

He turns on his heel and reaches to grasp Beverly's forearm, still smiling even through the newly-developing shiner.]


We should go. Now, I think.
dancingmd: (what just happened?)

[personal profile] dancingmd 2015-09-24 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[It all happens so fast, Beverly has no time to try to stop either the other man or Anders, barely has time to react with more than a yell. When Anders tugs her towards the door, she goes without a fight, but once they safely out of sight of the saloon, she pulls her arm free and moves in front of him, holding one palm out towards his chest, forcing him to stop.]

Anders, wait! Let me check your eye!
unconfines: (W → beauty lays behind the hills;)

[personal profile] unconfines 2015-09-24 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[He stops obediently, at least, boots scratching on sand. He sways a little in place, dizzy in the sudden rush of cold night air, and smiles so big it might break his face.]

Oh, it's probably fine. [He touches it gingerly and winces.] Barely even hurts! [That's alcohol talking.] I can fix it later if it gets annoying, don't you worry.

[That's probably not a good reason to ignore it now, but he is anyway, twisting to look back over his shoulder in the direction they came in.]

My bed's back there, you know. [A bubble of incredulous laughter that covers the way his throat constricts.] Or maybe not so much anymore. D'you suppose I'd have to fight him again to get up the stairs?

[That wasn't really a "fight" so much as an exchange of angry and panicked blows, but who's counting.]
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[personal profile] dancingmd 2015-09-25 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Gently, but firmly, she cups his chin in her hand and turns his face back towards her.]

Don't worry about him. [There's a small smile, peeking out through her concern.] I'm pretty sure you scared him shitless anyway.

[She studies the area around his eye carefully. With only the filtered golden light from the saloon to see by, it's hard to tell for sure, but at least it doesn't seem like any blood vessels in his eye have burst.]

We need to get some ice on this.
unconfines: (W → with a broken toy;)

[personal profile] unconfines 2015-09-26 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
That's magic for you! Scaring even the growliest of tavern patrons right out of their trousers.

[His grin goes crooked, proud and a little aggressive, a little angry.]

Can't go back there, not so soon. And I don't— [He swallows, rocks forward and back on his feet. He doesn't want to go back, anyway. He'd rather sleep behind a barrel than go back to an empty bed, right now.] I can fix the ice problem, though, as luck would have it. Ta-da.

[He extends his hand out to her so she can see even in the low light, where frost crawls around the broad side of his palm and up his fingers, like snow clinging to his skin. Ice acquired, he sets the back of his hand sloppily against his eye.

He could have just healed it, but that seems to be the easy way out.]


Mages. We're good for something after all!
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[personal profile] dancingmd 2015-09-28 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Strange now, how magic barely registers with her anymore as something noteworthy. Not like ... not like when she first met Hawke.]

Keep your hand there, but be careful not to put any pressure directly on your eye.

[She smiles, though it's a much sadder smile than she intends or realizes, before taking him by the free arm and guiding him away from the saloon.]

Come on, we'll find you another place to sleep tonight.

[If it were anyone else, she'd offer them the bed in Blue Fish's sickbay but that doesn't strike her as a particularly good idea in his case. It's awful enough for her every day having to walk down the corridor past the spot where Hawke's quarters used to be, so she certainly isn't going to make Anders do that too.]

I'm sure there is somewhere else for rooms to rent.
unconfines: (W → beauty lays behind the hills;)

[personal profile] unconfines 2015-09-29 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
[If there's any sadness or pity, it doesn't register, not through the haze of his own loneliness and self-pity. He rolls his hand over so it's cupping his eye instead of pressing against it, and drawls lazily as they go:]

Yes, mother.

[He's good-natured about it, at least. He keeps his hand set gently against his eye, and hooks his other elbow around her arm so that he can properly sway down the street.]

Regardless, it's far too early for sleeping just yet. The night is young! I have to fight at least — at least! — three more burly monstrosities and attract every wayward templar from the depths of space before I've come even remotely close to doing my job right. Who says we have to sleep at all!

[People with better judgment than him, that's who. He's bent enough that his forehead bumps her shoulder]
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[personal profile] dancingmd 2015-09-29 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[She pats his head affectionately with her other hand.]

All right, let's make a deal, shall we?

[Yes, yes, deals with people who are drunk are usually not a good idea, but she's hoping she can distract him enough to get him safely away from any tempting burly monstrosities.]
unconfines: (W → the sun will be guiding you;)

[personal profile] unconfines 2015-09-30 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
A deal. [He lifts his head enough to squint at her, might accidentally bump into her a little thanks to the proximity it causes.] Hang on, now, let me hear these terms, first.
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[personal profile] dancingmd 2015-10-01 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[She stumbles a few steps to the side when he bumps into her, but no harm done.]

You promise not to get into anymore fights, and I won't try to make you go to bed. I'll stay out with you all night and hell, I'll even have some drinks with you!

[She was keeping her tone light and cheery, but the concern is creeping its way back in.]

Just... please, I don't want you to get hurt.
unconfines: (W → with a broken toy;)

[personal profile] unconfines 2015-10-01 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Hmm. Bit too late now for that, isn't it.

[Ostensibly he means the fact that he's already been punched in the face, but... well. There are a few possible interpretations, that's all.

He lets her go and meanders a few steps ahead, making a zig-zagging, disorganized attempt at walking backwards.]


But! You strike a hard bargain, my lady. Can't exactly say I'd prefer a matching set [by this he definitely means his eye] and you're much prettier than he was, anyhow.
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[personal profile] dancingmd 2015-10-02 05:17 pm (UTC)(link)
What a compliment! It's such a comfort to know that at the least I'm prettier than the burly monstrosity.

[Her sarcasm is showing, but so is her smile.]

So it's a deal? No more fights?
unconfines: (W → break out from society;)

[personal profile] unconfines 2015-10-03 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, yes. [He heaves a sigh, like it's a horrible imposition, spending time not getting punched in the face.] A deal it is. May as well make it official.

[He holds his hand out to shake on it, and winks at her.]

First round on me!
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[personal profile] dancingmd 2015-10-04 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[She shakes his hand firmly and grins back at him.]

All right. Where to, though? I don't think it'd be wise to go back to that particular saloon.
unconfines: (W → they're dying to stop you;)

[personal profile] unconfines 2015-10-14 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, ah. If you're embarking on this adventure with me, we're hardly going to ruin it by planning. No.

[He segues the handshake into tugging her along behind him as he sets off down the road, gait wobbly but confident.]

Tell me the first open door you see!
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[personal profile] dancingmd 2015-10-15 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[This is probably a bad idea, isn't it? A very persistent voice in her head is telling her they should stop, that she should make Anders go to bed, that she should not be indulging him and yet... as he tugs her down the street there is a certain rush of excitement at doing something like this again. Something reckless.

And so, when she sees an open door down one of the side streets, she tugs back at him.]


Like that one?
unconfines: (W → with a broken toy;)

[personal profile] unconfines 2015-10-20 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
[He skids to a stop and turns on his heel toward her, expression lighting up. He can certainly provide recklessness in spades, all impulsivity even when he isn't an emotional live-wire.]

Precisely like that one! You see, you're getting the hang of it already.

[He half drags, half stumbles his way down the side street where light spills out across the ground, swinging his way into said establishment without any preamble. It's— certainly quieter than the last one, at least, and smaller, and dimmer.

It's probably a bar, right?]
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[personal profile] dancingmd 2015-10-21 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[When they step through the doorway, the room goes silent and everyone turns to stare at the intruders. The stares aren't exactly hostile, but this is clearly not a place used to strangers. Especially not a pair like this. Beverly will follow Anders, albeit with much less swagger and a lot more uncertainty. That protesting voice is getting louder now. Something seems... off about this place.]