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

[dancingmd]

What a compliment! It's such a comfort to know that at the least I'm prettier than the burly monstrosity.

[Her sarcasm is showing, but so is her smile.]

So it's a deal? No more fights?

[unconfines]

Yes, yes. [He heaves a sigh, like it's a horrible imposition, spending time not getting punched in the face.] A deal it is. May as well make it official.

[He holds his hand out to shake on it, and winks at her.]

First round on me!

[dancingmd]

[She shakes his hand firmly and grins back at him.]

All right. Where to, though? I don't think it'd be wise to go back to that particular saloon.

[unconfines]

Ah, ah. If you're embarking on this adventure with me, we're hardly going to ruin it by planning. No.

[He segues the handshake into tugging her along behind him as he sets off down the road, gait wobbly but confident.]

Tell me the first open door you see!

[dancingmd]

[This is probably a bad idea, isn't it? A very persistent voice in her head is telling her they should stop, that she should make Anders go to bed, that she should not be indulging him and yet... as he tugs her down the street there is a certain rush of excitement at doing something like this again. Something reckless.

And so, when she sees an open door down one of the side streets, she tugs back at him.]

Like that one?

[unconfines]

[He skids to a stop and turns on his heel toward her, expression lighting up. He can certainly provide recklessness in spades, all impulsivity even when he isn't an emotional live-wire.]

Precisely like that one! You see, you're getting the hang of it already.

[He half drags, half stumbles his way down the side street where light spills out across the ground, swinging his way into said establishment without any preamble. It's— certainly quieter than the last one, at least, and smaller, and dimmer.

It's probably a bar, right?]

[dancingmd]

[When they step through the doorway, the room goes silent and everyone turns to stare at the intruders. The stares aren't exactly hostile, but this is clearly not a place used to strangers. Especially not a pair like this. Beverly will follow Anders, albeit with much less swagger and a lot more uncertainty. That protesting voice is getting louder now. Something seems... off about this place.]