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driftfleet2015-09-19 01:52 pm
geonomy) wrote in driftfleet2015-09-19 01:52 pm
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]
[ driftfleet - 158712 ]
She dismounts, moving to lead the horse to water, letting the mare have her head.]
Thanks. [A quick flash of a smile, because the ridiculous appeals to her, and Rogue dramatically dips her hat in a cowboy salute, tries to turn her drawl into a twang:] Ma'am.
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[She doesn't have much occasion to ride, honestly. Her current work and limited free time haven't made it all that easy to get away, and it hasn't been necessary for any jobs. But some things are, in fact, just like riding a bike. Like riding a horse. So she sits easily, and slides from her saddle like it's perfectly normal to do so, leading her horse to drink next to Rogue's. The gesture of the other woman, the hat tilt, coaxes a grin from her, and she laughs.]
Don't think I'm old enough for ma'ams just yet, but I appreciate the gesture, cowgirl. Heading out?
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[Rogue tilts her hat back up, a little higher than the hat should be worn so that they can see each other's faces clearly.] Been out for a few hours. There's not much ta see, but... it's nice ta just be ridin' around.
[Nice to be out of the black.]
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[Natasha's only around 5'4" or so, even with her boots, so it's not like she has to move the hat very far. Still, the gesture's appreciated.]
I don't know, seems like there's a lot to see. It mostly just looks the same. Still, you're right. Actual weather, sort of. Not bad, especially after the last few days.
[The Windrose has been dealing with some serious gravity glitches. At least here she doesn't have to worry about falling out of her bunk from the ceiling.]
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Nothin' like walkin' along an' then bumping into the ceiling.
[Glitches, am I right?]
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Or walking along and suddenly finding yourself crushed against the floor.
[She's got the bruises to show for it.]
Sure Vision will get us up and running again in no time. We lost an engineer after the fight. Slowed us down a little.
[It might be a surprising thing from Natasha. Any admission of weakness. But this is who she's chosen to be, for now. A captain. And captains talk about their crew, she supposes.]
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Didn't make the initial response anymore valid, or the way Rogue flinched slightly when Natasha spoke of losing someone any less noticeable to a super spy.] I'm sorry ta hear that.
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[Judging by the way Rogue tenses, she's already thought of someone else that's gone. They'd lost more than a few, this time around, just gone with no goodbyes, no sign they were ever here in the first place except the marks they'd left on others. And Rogue's response...well, it isn't awkward, but it's close enough. Natasha can only answer with an eloquent shrug, a roll of one shoulder and a motion of her head to the side. It happens. You accept it. You move on. What else can you do? What else can she do?]
It happens. They don't have to deal with this mess anymore, so that's something, I guess.
You lose anyone?
[These words are gentler, follow a pause. It's a personal question, sure, but the kind that Rogue can either answer or evade. A question that doesn't demand a solid answer. Or any answer at all. Only what she's willing to give.]
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She nodded. This was a job she was painfully used to having. In Luceti, it felt like that was the only reason why she'd addressed the village as a whole.]
Yeah. Tony an' Zessica. [Pause a moment, so there was no room for confusion, because, after all - she knew Natasha knew Tony. Better to just be fair.] Tony Stark.
[She wondered for a moment if she should explain that she'd known Tony, that she was friends with Tony since Luceti and so any loss would be shared but her throat closed up even thinking of talking about it, so... no.]
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[It's a hard question to answer, even when it's a constant in your life. Natasha is no stranger to loss, but that doesn't mean she no longer keeps track. She remembers every name. Something she thinks maybe the other woman shares, given the complicated look on her face. Out of respect for that look, she waits--nods when Rogue's done, understanding what it means. The addition of Tony's last name. She'd known another Natasha before, presumably she knows that Natasha and Tony were from the same place, if not the same time.]
I figured. He's not the type to sit this kind of place out.
[She'll remember him, too. And, maybe, if Rogue shares, she can offer something in return.]
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Rogue swallows.]
He's - been an' gone in these kinda places a few times, I guess.
[She tries to smile, feeling that one is called for - but there would not be even a hint of honesty in the expression, and in the end Rogue just looks away. Why try to dress it up when it just... sucks? She exhales and then offers a quiet evidence of familiarity, but more importantly, and airing of a wound, if brief.] It was good ta see him while he was here.