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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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A. gathering plants;

[ If they want to get that garden going, they're going to have to get some specimens on the ship and in the right soil. Luckily, though there aren't too many plants on this planet ... the ones that have survived are incredibly hardy and easy to take care of, making them great for surviving in the conditions on the spaceship. So, care to join Ino in her quest to find the best cacti and such? ]

B. epic barfight;

[ Now, Ino wouldn't call herself someone who picks a fight for no reason. But if you've been in the bar -- or rather, the saloon -- long enough, you've probably witnessed a very drunk man trying to hit on her for the past few minutes. And you've also probably witnessed her starting to lose her patience with the guy. ]

I'm telling you, I'm not interested.

[ He doesn't seem to get the hint, though, and puts a hand on her shoulder, slurring something about how she ought to change her mind. Whatever he said, she doesn't seem to notice -- instead, she's making a face at the hand on her shoulder.

And suddenly, the man is on the ground, beneath her foot -- and she's looking rather enraged ]

Who said you had permission to touch me, asshole?!

[ Let the beatdown begin!? ]

C. bounty huntin';

[ There's plenty of criminals to be had, and even more money as a reward! She's checking out the board o'bounties for anything she might be able to take care of easily ... anyone want to join her on a bit of an adventure? ]

D. something else?;

[ Leave me a prompt if there's something I've forgotten! ]

[Toph's waiting by the bounty board for someone to tag team with. It's not exactly friendly towards those who are vision impaired, so it looks like splitting the profits is the way for her to do this.

They've only interacted a handful of timed, but she recognizes Ino by now. When she approaches, Toph straightens and holds a hand up in greeting.]

Find a good one, will you? I'm getting bored.

[ A. Arrival/Exploration ]

[ After the attack and the nebula, you can bet Allen is more than eager to get himself on some solid ground. No sooner than the ship is docked if he grabbing a bag and setting out to check out the new moon full of solid ground. Its only a pleasant surprise to see that honestly? This...isn't too different than the world he came from. At least, the less rich parts of it. So you might find him either near the ship docks, or exploring the settlements.]

[ B. Saloon ]

[For a guy who doesn't drink, it's not too hard to find him in a saloon. Especially the rundown bars. Mostly he's there for the card games, and he's extremely good at wiping the floor with people. Otherwise, he's sitting at the bar- drinking some cold hard...juice. Any attempts the locals do to try to pick fights with him seem to end pretty quickly- usually with Allen vacating the premise after a well placed hit to incapacitate his opponent.]

[Though maybe if you're real lucky, you'll see Allen on a night where he can't just leave a bar fight.]

[ C. Aboard the Blue Fish ]

[Do you have business with Allen on the Blue Fish? He's not staying on it as often as he usually does, but you can still probably find Allen there enough still as it's docked on the planet. He's usually working in the clinic or trying to help with the repairs as best as he can. Or he may be simply lying down in his room, whenever an augment-related illness spell hits. Ugh. Stupid augment.]

[ D. Something else ]

[Any other prompts will do!]

i. let you out into the world

[Anders is drinking! A lot.

This may not be that different from normal, on the surface (given the patronage he pays to any establishment that serves alcohol at any of their various stops) except for the general sort of air he has about him, when the bartender lines up shots along his edge of the bar. The one that makes it clear to observers that someone is drinking less for fun, and more so that they won't remember their own face by the end of the night.

There is a room upstairs that was perhaps rented for two but now occupies only one, and he has about as much desire to go back there as he does to the Golden's monochrome walls, and so— here he is! Draping one arm amiably (and drunkenly) about your poor character's shoulders, whether they know him or not.]

Wait, wait, wait, wait. One more for my friend here, on me!

ii. you don't have to go home

[He's not really one for exploring (or nature in general, really), so during the days he isn't completely smashed, he sticks to the town, perusing what passes for markets while only mostly-buzzed.

This is what makes him a target, most likely, in addition to his slight frame and the flicker of gold in his ear. Someone walking in the other direction collides with him, shoulder to shoulder, and he has enough experience with that sort of thing to reach immediately for his pack, and—]

Oh, you really picked a bad time for this, my friend.

[Do you want to see him light a fool on fire? Because he has just enough under-the-surface anger to do it, today.]

iii. but you can't stay here

[In quieter moments, he can be found in darker alleyways and tucked-away slums, doing what a healer does best— healing people who can't afford the resources to find it for themselves otherwise. He tries not to draw attention to himself when he does this, but it's difficult to stay under the radar when you're literally knitting people back together with the power of your mind.

At the tail end of one of these ventures, when he thinks no one is looking, he plays a game resembling cat's cradle with one of the town children, a length of red thread wrapped around his fingers and tugged into various, questionably-accurate shapes.]

Think we may have made a mess of that one. [He spreads his hands to exaggerate the shape, which mostly just looks lopsided.] It looks more to me like one of your zigzaggy horses than a proper dragon, what do you think?

[They don't know what dragons are, is what this kid probably thinks.]

iv. choose your own adventure

[Have an idea for something else? Hit me up!]

[Since Hawke leaving, Allen has been worried about Anders. He didn't know him all that well, but...he knows how hard it is when someone you care about leaves. Plus Anders had always been niceish to have around the ship. Sort of like an honorary Blue Fish]

[So when he hears word of a healer in the darker alleyways that knit people together, he goes to investigate. He doesn't know for sure its Anders, but...hey, not many of the other healers feel a strong compulsion for secrecy like a Thedas healer. He catches sight of him playing cat's cradle with the children- watching for a moment with a small smile.]

It could be a dragon disguised as a horse. I've heard of ones who could shapeshift.

[ This is Max's first time on an alien world which is still so weird to think about. So she tries not to think about it too hard.

But even so, there is no way they're going to visit an alien world (technically moon) and not take pictures. And alien plants in an alien desert seems like a good choice for a photoshoot.

She approaches while Ino's looking over some plants- ]

Hey, um, would you mind if I take some pictures?

[A is for Arrival!]

[Surprisingly, the man who loves space is utterly relieved to be on solid ground again. Look, when you go through a harrowing experience, sometimes you want to get away from it for a little while, okay? But when Clay sees the planet, the locals, the setting, everything... Wow. He totally feels awkward and out of place here. What does he even do in a place like this? He's pretty sure the stereotypical movies he watched about the wild west wouldn't do...

He ends up getting a relatively cheap cowboy hat to keep attention away from himself. But, unable to leave his visor behind, he wears it around the bucket of the hat. So much for keeping attention away from himself.]

[B is for Bar Fights!]

[Clay does not go to the bar often. He has no reason to go, and the locals are pretty bad-tempered in that place anyway. He's really only here to get a feel for the place, see what their culture is like.

While he's here, though, there's a companion being harassed by a clearly drunk man. Now, Clay's seen people drag off companions for a night of fun, so he tries to leave it alone. But it's clear that this one is either off duty, not in the mood, or doesn't like the way he's handling her, because the look on her face is irritated, and she keeps trying to pull away from him. Unable to see something like that happening and not doing something about it, Clay moves through the crowd to place a firm hand on the guy's shoulder.]

Hey, lay off. Go find another companion if that's your thing.

[Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say, and Clay was not expecting a punch to be thrown, so he ends up taking it right in the eye. He stumbles back a step or two, shakes his head to clear the stars that popped in his head, and... well. There's that snap that would happen in high school when this kind of thing happened, and Clay gets into a more ready stance with a grin on his face as a result.]

Oh, so that's how you wanna go, huh?!

[And thus, he punches right back, this time with lessons from Orion being ever present in his head and making him much more alert. Still, he and the assailant are probably going to be outnumbered, with a crowd of easily riled individuals who'll gladly fight both them and each other at the slightest sign of a tussle.]

[C is for Counting Stars!]

[While Clay does not like the bar, he does like the stables, and he spends a lot of time there gently brushing their muzzle and the sides of their neck while talking to them. He hates to see them all cooped up, and there's one in particular he's fond of, a black one with white stripes and a few white speckles as well. Kind of reminds him of the night sky and all.

So for a few nights when he thinks he can afford to do it, Clay rents out that one in particular and rides out of the town and towards the barren lands of the planet. Once he's out of eyesight of the town, he'll stop the horse, take off all of her equipment, put it in a pack, then head out again. He's got several reasons for this: stargazing, of course, and also picking out a spot and going to it regularly to get settled and calculate the distances of the stars above, which are in amazing view from out there.

Once he's out there, he'll lay out on the horse's back as she wanders on her own accord, and just. Looks.

Of course, he's never ridden a horse, and bareback is especially hard, so more often than not, he'll just walk out with her following him. And a few times when he does try, he ends up falling right off, especially when she starts to run. Thankfully, the horse has taken enough of a liking to him to come back and wait for him to pick his sorry ass up when this does end up happening.]

[D is for... Don't know?]

[Then pick a wild card! Got anything you want to do with him? Leave a prompt!]

Edited 2015-09-19 21:07 (UTC)

[ She glances back at Toph ]

Is that a volunteer for teaming up? Or do you want me to just grab you one?

[ She looks up from the cactus she's poking at. That's ... she was one of the newer people, right. The one who liked photography. ]

Pictures of what? [ She puts a hand behind the plant to show it off better to her ] These?

[It's his first time off-planet, and Kazuto is somewhat overwhelmed, truth be told. It feels a little bit like Gun Gale Online, with the dusty sand dunes, horses (sort of), and the overall western feel. Since that MMO is so fresh on his mind, he can't help thinking of it as he wanders from the ship to the town.

Having just joined the crew, he doesn't have much in the way of money, so he finds himself somewhat limited in what he can do or contribute to the ship. Instead he opts to wander the area and get a feel for what he's in for. However, it isn't long before he notices that he's getting some unusual looks from some of the people he passes in the street- women looking confused, men leering- wait, men leering!?

It's then that he notices - with a turn of the head - that his hair doesn't look quite right. Familiar, yes, but not the style he's used to. With a gasp he rushes to the nearest window to get a look at his reflection, and that gasp becomes a startled shriek. His appearance has been shifted to his GGO avatar, and he has no idea why or how. He twists, he turns, he flexes, and it feels as real as he actual body. Even the hair texture feels legit. For a while, he's too in shock to do much else but stare.

What the hell...?

----

Eventually, he stops freaking out, ignores the weird looks, and starts pondering ways to take advantage of... whatever the heck has happened to himself. Maybe it's a planet thing? Or something with the augment? God, who knows. Either way, he knows how to use the overly effeminate avatar to his advantage. As he wanders, he attempts to flirt here and there - without explicitly stating his gender - to try and get stuff out of the men who seem to be interested in him. A lot of them are sketchy types, but he can deal with them well enough as long as they don't get physical.

Once he gets a bit of cash together, he wanders over to a few of the saloons for gambling, or whatever else people do for quick cash around here. He's played card games before, so if he can't buy supplies for the ship outright, he can at least earn some funds for others who might know what they'll need better than he does. Maybe his looks will make a few people go easy on him for a round or two before they wise up.

He's definitely going to be keeping his eyes open for a weapon. He seriously (and desperately) wants a sword.]

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[Feel free to bump into Kirito wherever, whenever! He'll be stuck in that avatar for a while, but to his chagrin.]

[Zessica's walking into the bar, looking for god knows what when she hears a very familiar voice shouting a challenge. Her eyes widen when she sees him hit square in the face and prepare to fight. An eyeroll and exasperated sigh are all the reaction she allows herself before she wades into the growing chaos.

Her powers are very helpful in this situation, moving to the side and ducking when need be. A guy charging someone else gets a kick in the stomach from her as she grabs the half full beer bottle from his hand. Oh good, Clay's within her line of sight now.]

Are you kidding me right now?! [She really hopes he can hear her over this noise.]

[Unlike Clay, Allen feels pretty well at ease here. Sure, he didn't spend much time in the American West - but it really wasn't all that different from poorer parts of other countries where he did grow up. And so compared to the rest of the fleet? Allen is blending in pretty darn well for a guy with white hair and a golden golem clinging to his shoulder.]

[When he spots Clay while looking around a market, he'll smile and wave at him- not yet noticing the double hat]

Clay!

[Considering there are people yelling and his own heart's pounding in his ears? Nope. Clay can't hear her, and he's a little preoccupied at the moment. He ducks a couple of drunken swings and, while he's down, he springs up to crash the top of his head against the guy's chin. It hurts, sure, but it hurts the other guy more, sending him stumbling backwards while clutching his jaw.

Clay's just about to go after him again when a man grabs his arm and yanks him back, getting him lost in the riot again.]

[Were it any other lady, Allen definitely would have intervened by now. This was ungentlemenly and disgusting. But he knows Ino can handle herself, and might just get annoyed when he steps in for her- so he'd be mostly regulating himself to scolding looks and pointed remarks to give the guy a hint to back down.]

[But when the creep has the nerve to touch her? He stands up and gets ready to help in any beatdown - though Ino already has the guy on the ground. He glares down.]

I believe she's made it clear, sir. I'd move along if I were you.

[There's some things from the market that Clay's interested in after he bought the hat. There's one shop that's selling algae from the Blue planet, and while he's got plenty of that, he knows he'll need all he can get to keep Apollo alive for this whole thing. There's also some scrap metal, and he's sure he can put together some forms of exercise equipment with them...

He's looking at some of that right now, lost in those thoughts, when he hears Allen's voice. A smile comes up at the sound - it's honestly a relief to hear it, after the battle they went through. So he turns, returning that wave and heading over, and - well. The double hats are probably noticeable by now.]

Hey Allen! You actually look like you're at home here! [He could even pass as a local, even.]

Oh for the love of-- [Her elbow connects with some dude's face, she doesn't care who, as she wades in further, mentally counting how much he's going to owe her after this. Someone's foot is crushed beneath hers, and she promptly ducks another poorly aimed fist.

Now where the hell is he?

Zessica catches a brief glimpse of the familiar jacket, and she heads in that direction before calling out again.]

Clay, I swear to God!

[He'll meet him halfway]

Thank you. You look...

[Yep. Sure is noticing the double hat. He laughs a little in surprise]

Are you...wearing two hats?

[a familiar voice in the midst of all that commotion gets Pearl to peer inside. And she immediately has to duck a thrown stool.]

Clay! [she hesitates a moment, and then starts edging her way in. With Clay there, this involves her, doesn't it?]

[He's got a burly dude behind him with his arms firmly locked around his upper body to prevent him from moving or punching anyone, and Clay wildly struggles, but that doesn't stop his legs from lifting up and kicking out at anyone who tries to take advantage of his situation. He's about to throw himself forward in an attempt to throw the guy over his back when he hears his name being called out, and that, more than anything, catches his attention. His eyes dart to the source of it, and he spots that familiar hair in the crowd.]

Zessica?!

[But with his attention away, he's wide open, which one man in particular takes advantage of by punching him right in the stomach. All the breath goes out of Clay at that, and he doubles over - or, well, as much as he can while being held like he is, and coughs, his struggles increasing, more out of instinct than anything now. Yeah, he could definitely use some help now.]

Yeah. So? [He gives a big smile as he puts his hands on his hips and tilts his head up, and he... tries his best to mimic that southern country accent, but kind of hams it up a bit too much.] I'm lookin' pretty good if I say so m'self, pahdner.

[It's not so much the voice, but the name that catches Clay's attention. He's got the front of the guy's shirt balled up in one hand and has his other pulled back in a fist, ready to punch, when his attention gets caught. He looks back, trying to see who's calling for him, and -

You know what, she's so skinny he can't even tell where she is or who called him -

And so, that's why the guy punches him instead, though with Clay still holding on, he drags the guy right down to the floor with him. Rolling tussle, here we go!]

[That was an incredibly hammy accent, but it's enough to make Allen laugh again. Ridiculous] Oh yes. You blend right in, cowboy.

[...oh for heaven's sake. She saw you get hit.

Oof, now she's getting smushed between all these stinky smelly people because uh, nobody sees her as a threat. Also they're gross and probably unhygienic and male and okay she can't take this anymore.

Whoever this is is getting elbowed relentlessly in the kidneys. And when he stops to yell, she kicks him in the back of the knee and sends him tumbling into another group of brawlers.]

That's what I like to hear!

[He says it loud and proud as he tips his hat - hats - up, looking all too pleased with himself. But with that over with, he drops the terrible accent, then leans in - while tipping his head to the side so as not to whack Allen with the brim - to give him a firm hug. He's really glad to see that he's okay.]

You're okay? Your ship's fine?

a. doctor beverly

[Beverly can be found in various places around town, offering her medical expertise to anyone who needs it. Free of charge, of course. It's more than likely you'll encounter her emerging from a run-down cabin with her medkit, followed by a man in bedraggled clothing insisting on trying to pay her and her struggling to refuse without insulting him. Though she's gotten more accustomed to the concept of money in her months in the fleet, the idea of making someone pay for medical care is simply the antithesis of everything she believes in.]

Sir, I really can't accept- [He takes hold of her free hand and places a small coin in her palm, then gently, but firmly, curls her fingers around it. And then, with nothing else but a "Thanks, Doc," and a stoic nod, he shuts the door. She stares after the closed door for a moment, then sighs and looks hopelessly down at the coin.]

b. saloon

[After a long day working, Beverly often stops by the saloon, to take in a little of the local color and to maybe play a few card games, get a drink, chat with her fellow fleet members. She doesn't really attract much trouble herself, but if you do well... you can be sure she'll step in, one way or the other.]

c. wild card!

[Insert your own prompt here!]

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