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

[tothefly]

[Like Steve? She'd never agree. Steve Rogers is something she lost all chance at being years ago. Decades. But she's made her peace with that. She's comfortable with silence. So is he, usually, and for that she's willing to let this end there. He's still got more to say, though, and what that something is actually gets a quiet laugh.]

It's bad luck to meet your doppelganger, you know. Something about a fight to the death. It's part of the rules.

[redactions]

[ But it's true. She and Steve — not the same colour, maybe, but the same intensity. Both with a will far stronger than their bodies could ever withstand, but they keep up. Both never run from a fight, though Natasha chooses hers more carefully, and both never hesitate to take on something larger than themselves, knowing they'll make themselves strong enough. Both with their hearts in high places that only one with a sure aim can reach. Steve is infinite. Natasha is colossal. ]

[ They are both the bravest people he's ever met, and he often wishes for an ounce of that bravery, but he fears the man it would make him. ]

[ Simply, ]

We make our own luck.

[tothefly]

[Intensity. Dedication. Will. Those are three things she might agree to sharing with Steve Rogers. It's why they worked so well together, after all. Up to a point. Somehow, she thinks maybe this version of Captain America might have understood her decisions a few months back a little better than her own Captain America had. Then again, that might have made two of them wrong. Useless to wonder, and yet she does, a little.]

[Shrugging infinitesimally, she lifts her glass in a salute to him.]

Here's to luck, then. Whatever we make it.

[And here's to them. Whatever they make it.]