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

[huaaaaagh]

After today, I think I should definitely learn the basics.

[The bar fight from earlier taught him the merit of a) knowing how to deliver a punch IRL and b) how to take one. Definitely going to be feeling those bruises later.

He does hope Stefan changes his mind about the crew later. He can't really point fingers, since he hasn't decided yet how to deal with the avatar issue, but it seems really important, and a sadly sore spot for the guy.]

[stefanged]

[He stifles a laugh, his gaze shifting to where Kirito seems especially roughed up.]

Probably. In the meantime, if you don't have much else to do - lemme check you out and make sure you don't have a concussion.

[The med bay's tech far outclasses whatever exists on this planet, and well, Stefan's been itching to try out this herbal tea. He's a vampire; even if it's not the healthiest plant, he'll make it out fine.]

[huaaaaagh]

[Kirito takes another look at himself, rubbing the back of his head. He doesn't feel any blood or anything, but better safe than sorry.]

Thanks, that's probably a smart idea. At least it'll get me off the street.

[stefanged]

Yeah, plus I'm not sure if there's any internal bleeding. [He would've sniffed out anything external by now. Trust his dumb bloodhound nose when it comes to blood, he would know.]

I'd rather play it safe than sorry here.

[huaaaaagh]

You're probably thinking it's worse than it is, but I bow to your expertise.

[He's no expert on real-life combat, for sure, but he's fairly certain he'd have felt the effects of internal bleeding by now.]

[stefanged]

Probably. No one's had anything worse than a concussion so far.

[He is a paranoid panda, and he knows it.] Or if they have, they haven't exactly told me about it.

[huaaaaagh]

[It's a good trait to have in a medic, probably. At least it means he has certain expectations about how bad it can get.]

If it makes you feel any better, I managed to avoid getting hit in the head. Some bruising, a couple cuts- that's likely the worst you'll fine on me.

[stefanged]

[He sighs of relief.] Good. I'll have to show you how to keep side-stepping them, too.

Mystic Falls didn't have a ton of bar brawls, but I can count the number of peaceful weeks on one hand.

[huaaaaagh]

[He's starting to really look forward to these lessons, man. Seems like he's really going to need the practice.]

I'm used to a lot of fighting, myself, but... I'm not as physically built for it as I should be. Hopefully it won't always be like this.

[stefanged]

[They've even got target practice, with all those t-shirts they never got rid of...]

I don't think it will. Not every planet has such, uh, intellectually-challenged locals.

[huaaaaagh]

We need to reach a planet populated by advanced robots. Then I can die happy.

[stefanged]

Just so we're clear, I've still got permission to revive you?

[He's joking. Mostly.]

Even so, a robot's only as smart as his programmer.

[huaaaaagh]

Can you revive people?

[That sounds oddly video-gamey for a real life space adventure like this.]

I'd assume someone smart enough to build a robot is smart enough to create some halfway decent programming.

[stefanged]

Kind of. We have defibrillators and some syrup [read: his blood] I don't plan on using any time soon. It's not pretty, but it usually works in a bind.

I hope so - I haven't met any robots yet, but I figure it's only a matter of time.

[huaaaaagh]

[Revival syrup? Like a potion? Huh. The universe is definitely an interesting place.]

Well, anyway, you've got nothing to worry about. I'd rather study their programming than die, and I've got enough to live for that it's pretty unlikely.

[stefanged]

Good. Let's try to keep me the only member of the undead around here.

[Teasing, of course, as he turns back towards the ship.] Plus, you know Alex would have a field day if I let anything happen on my watch.

[huaaaaagh]

I bow to your judgment there.

[He doesn't know her that well just yet, but he can imagine.]