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Entry tags:
- !mingle,
- aiya/gray nightingale,
- allen walker,
- anders,
- belthazar spellscry,
- beverly crusher,
- clay terran,
- coil lenn,
- cole,
- davesprite,
- dorian pavus,
- elize lutus,
- finrod felagund,
- hiccup horrendous haddock iii,
- isabela,
- james buchanan barnes (au),
- james buchanan barnes (ou),
- james potter,
- jennifer keller,
- jinx halcomb,
- kazuto "kirito" kirigaya,
- lea (axel),
- leanne,
- margarine "margie" detemps,
- marhi ohsi/metallic gold magpie,
- maxine "max" caulfield,
- megaman.exe,
- miah lanbatal,
- mordin solus,
- nelkeila tarid,
- pearl,
- phèdre nó delaunay de montrève,
- r. daneel olivaw,
- richard castle,
- riku,
- rogue,
- simon tam,
- sokka,
- steven quartz universe,
- tekhetsio,
- toph beifong,
- varric tethras,
- vash the stampede,
- vima sunrider,
- yamanaka ino,
- yuuki konno,
- zessica wong
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]
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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Holy sh-
[Ask him no more! Murphy's falling out of his chair sideways, sending it toppling and inelegantly scrambling out of the way of whatever warpath she's on. Ino, meanwhile, just casually picks up the entire fucking table and sends it flying across the room.
He's on all fives, if his ass counts as one. But he's very quickly grabbing for another chair nearby to hoist himself to his feet, boots sliding on the dusty floor. His back's nearly at the wall here, where he prefers it for the time being.
There are groans coming from the corner with the loud-mouthed patrons, but significantly less in number than when this all started. One of the poor suckers was still pinned to the wall, and Murphy could swear the angle of his nose had changed.
What were they feeding those kids over at her village again? Just how spiked was it?]
They, uh - [He almost doesn't want to speak up, not wanting to draw the wrong reaction after - holy hell.] I don't know, something's jogging their memory, seems like. Can't narrow it down.
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I did try to warn them. Not my fault they didn't listen.
[ And she'll be turning to sit back down on her stool as if nothing has just happened. Where's her drink? Ah, there we go. ]
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[And then she just sits with her drink. Murphy's still near the wall, but the guys aren't getting up any time soon so he figures he's safe enough. Ino's in the fleet too and, after that show, he figured he could make quick work of him any time she wanted, but - well, he's not pissing her off at the moment. Actually, she kind of tolerates him at the moment.
The rest of his own drink was, well, on that table she'd kicked, and probably on the floor. He doesn't care much about that anymore; he's sidling up to her instead. Wide berth, and sure not to sneak up in any blind spots, even accidentally.]
Guess all that crap about back home wasn't made up after all. Those what they call 'manners' where you're from?
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He was touching me! If they'd all just left me alone like I asked I wouldn't have done anything ...
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[But who cares.]
But, like, in case you need a reminder, you just kicked a goddamn table across a room.
[There's not really a question there. He's watching her expectantly regardless, not really expecting a big explanation - she was even the person who advised him not to start prying too much into the magic and gods and whatever else might be happening here - but he can't really let it go without comment.] What, you got robot legs under there or something?
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Do these look like robot legs?
[ They are very nice curvy legs in a skirt, but yeah, they look pretty real ]
It just comes with training for a long time.
[ ... Not entirely true. It does come with training, but she doesn't have quite the amount of muscle you'd need to do something like that normally. It's mostly in the chakra. ]
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but like thank you once more, for that]
Oh - come on. Maybe if it was made outta cardboard. [And you gave him a few years. That knifework is still kind of awe-inspiring.
He's adjusting in his spot, eyes rolling briefly as he tugs at the neck of his t-shirt. To his credit, he's now keeping his voice low enough to not be overheard by anyone but Ino.] If you're not a robot, you're still something.
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