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

[catamite]

[and he casually picks at his fingers instead of looking her way.]

Oh, just... I was just wondering if you'd gotten farther on any projects or anything. That's all.

[dancingmd]

[As she's steeping the tea:]

Projects, hmm? Projects like the synthehol perhaps?

[catamite]

...Why, have you been working on it? Have you gotten very far?

[dancingmd]

[Oh, Nel. She'll stop teasing you.]

Yes, I have. In fact, I finished a small batch just yesterday, if you want to do a taste test.

[catamite]

[and oh, she is rewarded with a big, sudden grin of excitement and relief. he's already forgotten that tea was even in the schedule.]

Really?? Right now?

[dancingmd]

If you want, I thought we'd try some in our tea?

[catamite]

[oh, yep, mood totally uplifted now.]

Y'saeah, that's a great idea! ...And you know, that's a really Elven thing to do.

[dancingmd]

[And seeing him happy perks her up too.]

Really?

[She takes two teacups out of the cabinet and sets them on the kitchen table.]

It's fascinating to me, how many cultures across so many different worlds love tea. Do you have any other traditions around it?

[catamite]

[he's been sitting still long enough. pushing himself up from the table, he wanders over just to hang around and watch.]

Oh yeah, elves are big on tea. We're supposed to be, like... connected to nature or whatever, so... [he shrugs.]

A lot of Elven drinks have tea in there somewhere. There's this one that has honey in it that's really popular, and it's usually warm.

[and, by the way he's smirking, there's something about it that he finds funny--like he's failing at keeping a poker face over a joke in his head]

[dancingmd]

[As she starts to pour the tea, Beverly is squinting at Nel suspiciously.]

What's with the grin, hmm?

[catamite]

[really, he would have just blurted it out around anyone who wasn't Beverly, so it only takes a little bit of prompting--]

...They call it 'elf piss.'

[dancingmd]

How... appetizing.

[There is a hint of amusement there, if you look hard enough. She gets a small bottle out of the fridge and pours a clear liquid into their tea.]

Now, don't be afraid to tell me if this tastes awful. [One corner of her mouth twitches.] Especially tell me if it tastes like piss.

[She hands him one cup, then picks up her own and clinks it against his.]

Cheers!

[catamite]

Haieh!

[and he only blows away a little of the steam before sipping gingerly.]

--Mm! It reminds me of, like... nail polish remover.

[...so, he might have poor taste.]

[dancingmd]

... is that a good thing?

[It doesn't sound like it should be a good thing, and certainly wasn't what she was aiming for, but she did it for him so if he likes it, that's all that matters.

Though she's a little hesitant to take a sip herself now.]

[catamite]

I think so.

[it really just means he can taste the alcoholic burn, and that's all that really matters to him. so... no, it might not be a good thing to those who actually care about their taste buds.

he hums happily over another eager sip, though, so. this particular audience is satisfied.]

I bet this would be good with honey in it. And I wish we had elven spices here.

[dancingmd]

[Beverly ventures a sip of her own and discovers that it does indeed taste a little like nail polish remover. Fortunately, the tea is strong enough that she's able to bear it.

So much for her future career as a brewer.]

Honey, yes! We have some sugar, but somehow that's not the same is it?

[catamite]

Probably not. But maybe if you put enough booze in it, you won't notice the difference.

[not that he's suggesting they put more fake alcohol into their drinks or anything.....]

[dancingmd]

[Giving him a knowing smirk, Beverly gets up again to fetch two sugar cubes, one for her, one for him. After dropping the cubes into their respective cups, she then obligingly adds some more of the synthehol to Nel's tea, though she leaves hers well enough alone. She's just pleased that her placebo idea seems to be working.]