When We're Rollin Through the Wild Wild West

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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

[pirasea]

[Shhhh, there's no such thing as daytime for the two of them.]

Since you're offering. I hate to tell you, but you're looking far too sober for the time of day, my dear.

[It's nearly midday and they can still walk. It's dreadful. :(]

[unconfines]

Funny you should mention, I feel too sober for the time of day, and you hardly look any better. Quick, before it's too late!

[He turns on his heel almost a full 360 degrees, and then starts off in a direction of his choosing. How long before they smack into the open door of a new saloon? Probably not very.]

[pirasea]

[Not long at all as it happens. Lucky for both of them. Who knows what sobriety might have done to them if they didn't find one?

Isabela deftly takes the recently restored pouch from Anders' belt, strolling to the bar ahead of him.]

Four of the strongest thing you have.

[No, wait. That's not enough to get started on when there's two of them.]

And two beers.

[unconfines]

A lady after my own heart!

[He rocks up to the bar beside her, leaning one elbow exaggeratedly on the counter while he reaches for his belt with the other. He did say he would pay, after all. He's just- misplaced it for a second, that's all, maybe it's on the other side—

Or-

Oh.

Well.]

You're skipping a few steps, I see.

[He doesn't actually sound all that fussed about it. Isabela stealing from him is totally different than a stranger stealing from him.]

[pirasea]

I prefer to think of it as moving things along.

[She pays up, returning him his coin purse as they wait for the bar tender to fetch them their drinks.]

You need to start keeping that more securely. Not everyone's as kind enough to return found coin.

[It totally counts even though she's only returning it because they're friends.]

[unconfines]

As I recall, that's the second time you've returned my found coin today. And you didn't even take it the first time!

[He reaches eagerly for the drinks when they come, only just barely remembering to hold one glass out to cheers her before he downs the first of "the strongest they have."]

I think that means I'm doing fairly well, all things considered. Don't you?

[It probably means the opposite of that.]

[pirasea]

[She opts for the same. She's not so eager to lose herself as he is, but she can understand, and she's hardly about to complain about drinking.]

Well, you did offer to buy me drinks. Making sure you have the coin is really the least I can do.

[Not that he'd offered before she'd helped him get it back the first time, but she'll never let it be said she can be charitable if she wants.]

[unconfines]

[He won't call her out on something like that. He knows better than anyone that having charity acknowledged is, like, the worst feeling in the world. Drinking is much better!]

And the whole world appreciates it, let me assure you. Worlds. World? [He shakes his head, takes a generous gulp of his beer.] The point is, it's keeping me popular enough to continue getting paid. And what else is money good for if not more alcohol?