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

[unconfines]

[He skids to a stop and turns on his heel toward her, expression lighting up. He can certainly provide recklessness in spades, all impulsivity even when he isn't an emotional live-wire.]

Precisely like that one! You see, you're getting the hang of it already.

[He half drags, half stumbles his way down the side street where light spills out across the ground, swinging his way into said establishment without any preamble. It's— certainly quieter than the last one, at least, and smaller, and dimmer.

It's probably a bar, right?]

[dancingmd]

[When they step through the doorway, the room goes silent and everyone turns to stare at the intruders. The stares aren't exactly hostile, but this is clearly not a place used to strangers. Especially not a pair like this. Beverly will follow Anders, albeit with much less swagger and a lot more uncertainty. That protesting voice is getting louder now. Something seems... off about this place.]