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

[catamite]

[and, of course, the guy is going to shoot at Vash's back, thinking he has an easy and very stupid target in front of him.]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash didn't really want to embarrass the guy this much, but if he's insisting! He will probably have to apologize later for Nel for the way Vash suddenly uses his whole body to push him out of the way. One arm wrapped around the Elf to carefully hold him upright and guide him to keep him on his feet as Vash whirls around his own gun suddenly out somewhere in the midst of all that.

The bullet flies off safely, hitting no one, but now the shooter has a gun leveled right next to his ear. Vash's voice takes on an icy edge to it as he now speaks. He didn't like being shot at very much; even when he did deserve it. That and now was the time to make his point.] I don't think you heard me, friend. No one can own anyone. Nel is free to leave if he wants. Anyone can leave when they want.

[An unspoken message for this guys real buddies to either take off running or get hurt. Or anyone else stuck there like Nel to make their break for it.] Understand?

[catamite]

[anyone else around is certainly taking this as their cue to get lost while the gunman in the red coat his his sights fixed on someone else.

Nel's kidnapper, however, is a little harder to convince. he's looking a little hesitant, but he's still got his weapon raised and leveled, holding his ground for now.]

You don't want to mess with our business over this, boy. Drop the kid and go home!

[goldenglasses]

[Vash can't help a small snicker escape at being called a boy.] No, I'm pretty sure I may be older than you. [Not as sure as if he had been on his planet, but still pretty confident.]

And I don't think I'll be doing that. What kind of friend and crewmate would I be if I just left my buddy here with you? Pretty terrible, I'd think!

Besides, you wouldn't want this gun of mine going off now, would you? It would make an awful mess that I'm in no mood to clean up. So why don't we both just agree to disagree this time and go our own ways. Sound good?