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

[reconstitution]

Oh. Okay. There isn't really much to tell.

[ This is still madness, but she's just so sunny and sweet. How can he say no? Something about it is definitely resonating with her brightness.

Something nostalgic, and it makes him a bit sad. ]

[gleamed]

Well, not much is still better than nothing! Where are you from?

[reconstitution]

I'm...not really sure. Sorry. Earth, at least.

[ That memory has long-since gone, all that's left are partially remembered fragments. He remembers the cold of Russia, but knows that isn't his origin. Winter reminds himself to ask Jim about that later. ]

[gleamed]

You're not sure where you're from?

[ that's a bit unusual, isn't it? ]

[reconstitution]

I don't remember a lot.

[ So is having all this hair, but that's neither here nor there. ]

[gleamed]

[ oh. well...that would explain some things. ]

I see...that must be hard. What do you remember from home?

[reconstitution]

There's really.. not much I remember from home. Not my actual home.

[ Granted, HYDRA nor the KGB were places that he considered 'home'. Nothing healthy, anyway. They were just places he ended up at the end of a mission.

Nothing like the Brooklyn Jim has told him stories about. Those memories were still buried in the rubble. ]

[gleamed]

Do you remember being someplace else, then?

[reconstitution]

Russia. It's cold. There is lots of snow. Not many things survive it.

[gleamed]

[ sounds like a harsh place. so she responds cheerily: ] But you did.

[reconstitution]

I was made to, yes.

[ A pause. ]

What is your home like?

[gleamed]

[ she thinks first of her tower, but - no, her home is so much more than that. ]

It's lovely. There's grass, and streams, and butterflies! And people!

[ she makes all these ordinary things sound especially special and wonderful. ]