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clay тerran | ѕpace nerd ([personal profile] geonomy) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2015-09-19 01:52 pm

When We're Rollin Through the Wild Wild West

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]
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[personal profile] mortalcoil 2015-10-06 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[you bet he's following. he doesn't have any place to be and doesn't know where she's headed, so he's more than content to let her lead.

he follows after her like a quick, vaguely-creepy, one-eyed shadow.]
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[personal profile] tothefly 2015-10-19 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)

[Three roofs over, she reaches a lower building just above a wider alleyway. She could turn to one side or another, but that's enough time on the roofs, she thinks, and instead of turning she simply crouches, grabs the eaves, and swings over the edge, dropping down into the dust and landing easily on her feet. There. Should be far enough away, right? Waiting for her companion, she dusts off her hands and thighs, carefully checking her face for blood or bruises.]

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[personal profile] mortalcoil 2015-10-22 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[he drops down right after, and he... doesn't bother checking his own face. it's not like he has a whole lot of pretty there to worry about having messed up.

he just gestures a questioning 'good?' in her direction. no more broken bones, he hopes.]
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[personal profile] tothefly 2015-10-26 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)

[A headshake, negative. No broken bones, no serious cuts or bruises. A scrape or two, some slightly bloodied knuckles, and she could probably use a hairbrush, but hey. No biggie. Gesturing to him in the universal sign for you, she lifts an eyebrow. All good?]