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

[unconfines]

Well, you have to at least work a little. Otherwise we wouldn't be having this conversation at all, I don't think. Literally!

[It's easier to be blase about it, when he understands so little about what Cole is and how he works. It's just in a mage's nature to be wary of anything across the Veil, even if Cole's on the wrong side of it for now.]

But, really, in the end— how much does it matter? You'd be you if you were mortal or not, presumably. [a beat] You'd just be you longer in one case, I suppose.

[killedwithlove]

I have a body. And I can use it. I even know how to eat, if I ever have to, but I don't have to.

[He had eaten before. He didn't really fancy doing it again, though.]

I suppose it doesn't matter. I am. That has to be enough.

[unconfines]

That's the spirit. [Puns! He still doesn't expect Cole to get them, but he likes making them.] Besides, if you weren't so— both ways, I suppose, we wouldn't be able to team up like this, would we?

[... That's not actually true. Revising:]

Well, we wouldn't be able to do it and chat so much in the process, anyway.

[killedwithlove]

[Cole tilts his head, then nods a little.]

True. I would be able to help, but we wouldn't be able to talk. Unless you're a spirit medium as well as a spirit healer. Rhys is both.

[unconfines]

Only the latter, I'm sorry to say! But given my experiences with spirits so far, I feel like I have to at least be half a medium by now.

[killedwithlove]

You can't be half a medium. That doesn't make any sense.

[unconfines]

Well, not with that attitude it doesn't. [He sets one hand over his heart, mock-affronted.] I talk with spirits all the time these days, it seems. Why should it not count just because they've got real world bodies now, hm?

[killedwithlove]

.. by spirits, do you mean me? Because I'm only one spirit.

[unconfines]

Justice would be the other one, though you're a sight less corpse-y than he is, that's for certain. [A beat, while he considers.] He's also not here, strictly speaking, but I think he still counts. Seems rude otherwise.

[killedwithlove]

He counts. He's a spirit. Justice, Vengeance, Rage, Compassion, Mercy, Despair...

[Cole stares off somewhere else.]

[unconfines]

Careful. You'll be listing off feelings forever if you get started, and us still with boils to look at and skinned knees to patch.

[A beat. Justice is a spirit, the way Cole is a spirit. Except they've just gotten finished talking about how no one is really sure what Cole is, Cole himself included, and— it used to make sense, spirits and demons. He spent years of his life studying them, sorting them, understanding them and how to fight them off, if he had to.]

Some of those you're listing off don't really sound like spirits to me, though.

[killedwithlove]

They are. I've been Compassion and Mercy. I was nearly Despair, but Cassandra promised to kill me if I ever do that.

[And Vengeance could have run the risk of becoming Rage.]

But now I'm too mortal. I'm Cole instead.