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

[notkittenaround]

Naturally, though most take to stripping down to loincloths and basking in the heat.

[ A matter of fact pronouncement. She has seen too many strutting in subligars and bikinis to make aught of it. ]

Is your land one of snow and blizzards, or merely exceptionally muddy?

[unconfines]

[Anders' smile, maybe predictably, goes a bit salacious at the prospect of stripping down.]

Oh, just the mud. We'll get snow in the winter every now and then, but where I was that mostly just meant more mud.

I like the sound of yours much better.

[notkittenaround]

It is certainly less dreary, and I have never been overfond of mud in my fur. In truth, I have found myself surprised to see so many overdressed for the heat.

[unconfines]

In our defense, we don't really have the fur thing going for us. It's all or nothing, in the clothing department.

[He thinks this is absolutely delightful.]

[notkittenaround]

You have clearly never glimpsed a gladiator wearing a subligar - So little that is worse than nothing itself.

[ Shame over nakedness is for other species, let alone one from Ul'dah, where women and men prance equally stripped. ]

[unconfines]

Ooh, tell me more about that one. [He leans his chin on the heel on his hand, eyes glittering.] And what are the odds that we can convince the rest of the fleet to pick it up?

[Is that a joke?? The world may never know.]

[notkittenaround]

It is not uncommon for the gladiators to stand on city streets, where they might glisten and practise their flexing, yet their subligars are little more than a codpiece and decorative straps. It is a distracting sight.

[ She sips her wine between sentences, settling into the warmth of the buzz. She is no heavy drinker, but it is a comfortable conversation even despite the strangeness of the topic. ]

I am no crafter, but perhaps my companion might favour you with one if it so interests.

[unconfines]

For me?

[He clearly finds this idea spectacular. He lifts one arm to flex for her; it's not very impressive.]

I've never glistened before, to be perfectly honest with you, but there's a first time for everything! I'd almost rather the opportunity to appreciate it, though.

[notkittenaround]

I do not carry one for myself, for were I to strip, a swimsuit is just as well. But I admit, t'would be entertaining to see one here - and perhaps more comfortable than a heavier outfit.

[unconfines]

There, you see, I knew I liked you. Tell me, what's your friend's name? Maybe I'll give them some business, since we're roughing it, and everything.

[notkittenaround]

Miah Lanbatal is another of my kind, and a loyal friend besides. If I did not like you, I would make many threats about the sanctity of your manhood were you to touch her untowardly, and make good on them fast.

[ She states, completely at ease. ]

But you have not made so much a poor impression.

[unconfines]

[Anders points at her, one wobbly finger slightly off its mark.]

So you do like me! [Yeah, that's what he got out of that.] Not to worry, I'd never touch a lady untowardly. Well, not unless she asked me to.

[What, he couldn't leave an opening unaccounted for. But he's telling the truth, if a bit slurred.]

Point is, it'll be strictly business. You have my word!