geonomy: (☆ dreaming about what we could be)
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]
punchingly: ({Hello!})

[personal profile] punchingly 2015-09-26 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
Ninja teams? [ She knows what ninjas are, but had no idea they had teams! ] Four is a good number. Do you have a healer, and a tank?

I will be the best sidekick, I promise. There will be no getting hurt on duty. [ Or....she will heal it. ] What does danger look like here? Do you know?
jamminshield: (lots of confidence)

[personal profile] jamminshield 2015-09-27 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Yep, like the New Ninja Squad! I'm glad you like our number. I'm a healer! But, um... [He squints in confusion.] we don't have any tanks. We're... not tank drivers. Unless you count my dad with his van, but he doesn't go on missions with us.

[He's really confused and imagining this lady and her friends riding around in a tank. What kinds of battles are they fighting?!]

I believe you! You're the best person for the job, Deputy Deputy Margie.

[Now he pokes at his chin curiously.]

I'm not sure what danger looks like around here, but I'm pretty sure I know what it smells like. It smells like... [Dramatic pause. He chews around the straw in his mouth a little.] ...trouble.