When We're Rollin Through the Wild Wild West

[geonomy]

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

[unconfines]

Lethallin. Lethallin.

[He tries to copy her pronunciation, but it's sloppy and slurred. He doesn't know precisely what the word means, Velanna being his only other experience with the Dalish and her not quite having the temperament for that kind of language, but the way Jove says it, he can make his guesses. He doesn't have very many friends.

He doesn't have a drink anymore to block his mouth whenever he feels like saying too much. The words spill over themselves a bit on the way out.]

I knew better. I know better. I told him, I... [He scrubs at his face.] It was always going to happen this way. What else could I have expected? You can take the mage out of the Circle— [He laughs at his own bitter, angry joke before he even finishes it. The Circle and its lessons, intentional or otherwise, cling to him like a mire. He learned a lot, after Karl.] No, no. There's nothing to handle. It is what it is, that's all. At least this way it's fun, yes?

[dawnwillcome]

[Her heart aches for him, but there's so little she can do to mend his own heart. Her hand smoothes over his back comfortingly as he speaks, chair pulled closer so she can comfort him.]

There is no more Circle, you know. You'll have to think up some new material.

[The hand not rubbing a much kinder kind of circle against his back slips into his, giving it a gentle squeeze.]

If this place has taught us anything it's that so much that seemed impossible isn't. You'll likely see him again, Anders, even if it isn't here.

[unconfines]

No. No, it would have to be Kirkwall, wouldn't it?

[Ten years of displacement isn't much of a comfort on its own, but it would be much more of one if not for- everything. Kirkwall sits on his chest like a lead weight, hasn't let up since the day she sat him down in that little bar on the moon and told him about what he's really capable of.

There is no more Circle. Because the templars cannibalized themselves, because the mages rose up, because of a rebellion sparked by a chain reaction that started with blood in the streets of Kirkwall.

He'd thought before he could just... stay here. Safe from the templars, safe from running, and the world safe from him. He'd never have to look Justice in the eye again, never run to Kirkwall, never lose himself the way he must have. It had seemed like the perfect solution then, but now....]

You're the only ones. Did you know? You, and the Commander, and— Garrett. [He can count the number of times he's called Hawke by his given name on one hand, all of them (in his estimation) moments of too much emotion and too little restraint, not unlike this one.] The only ones who never looked at me like I was— the dead walking. Now the Commander's gone again, and he's- he's gone, and you... [He scrubs his hands over his face, not quite able to look at her.] Maker preserve me, I've got no idea what you see in me.

[dawnwillcome]

Oh, Anders...

[She can't really help the urge to pull Anders to her, arms wrapping securely around him as she hugs him tightly. She's wished so many times since meeting him that she could find a better solution to all of the things he'll have to face in the future, that she could find some way to shield him from it entirely, and that hasn't changed for a moment.]

I see a man that's become my friend, someone I'll defend until there's no more breath left in my body. The others can't see that you're a good man, and that's their failing.

[unconfines]

Andraste's tits. [He leans against her, forehead on her shoulder and arms wrapped loosely around her back. He exhales harshly, tries to get a grip on the slippery liquor-swill of his emotions.] Don't say that. I'll cry, and then you'll have to deal with me drunk and crying, and that would just be a disaster, wouldn't it?

[He doesn't know that the others are wrong, when it comes right down to it.]