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[goldenglasses]

Who: Vash the Stampede and you!
Broadcast: Open to all
Action: Dusty planet side
When: At any point on the planet

[Vash managed to rise to the challenge of keeping the Three Twins darting fast enough to keep the ship from getting too damaged. Well, until the controls stopped responding of course. After the adventure in the sky and leaving such an amazing Planet last month, Vash is only just a BIT disappointed to step out onto a dusty landscape. He even looks up just to be sure there's not two suns above him, but nope, this wasn't Gunsmoke at all.]

Shooting Range

[It doesn't take Vash long to fall into the swing of the western planet. One of the first things the ace gunman does is to get a new firearm. He's picky. Asking the right people he eventually figures out who the best gunsmith around is. Finally after spending a good chunk of his cash he is now the owner of one of the nicer six shooters this planet had to offer. Which wasn't that great.

Still, it was something, it also wasn't as heavy among many other things as his old one. So he takes it out to the firing range the gunsmith has set outback for people to test his wares. He'll be there for a bit as he'd rather not use a gun for protection without knowing it inside and out. Not that it will really take very long before Vash has adjusted for the difference in weight and the recoil of his new gun. He won't be doing any special or trick shots. In fact, it looks like he keeps MISSING. He's only hit the target a couple times in the shoulder and legs even though he keeps firing lots of rounds at the moment as he gets use to the gun.

Or IS he missing the target?]

Broadcast

[This planet may be boring to him, but he knows there's some that may still enjoy it.] A desert can be a very dangerous place. If anyone wants to go exploring and hasn't lived in a desert before and wants a guide I'll be happy to accompany anyone. I'm use to spending nights out in the desert.

[Then his tone of voice changes from a serious offer to a sing-song tone.] Especially while body-guarding for pretty women~~~ If the service is needed~~~

The wanted poster

[The gun had cost more than Vash really wished to spend, but he's still glad he did. It just means he's spending more nights in the bar playing games of chance to refill his wallet. After all there's less chance when you can count cards. It wasn't even his cheating that had STARTED the bar fight. Yet, he found himself in the middle of it all and somehow (he really doesn't know WHY these things always tends to happen to him) in the end the bar came collapsing down. So the innocent man fled the scene.

So imagine his surprise when walking by some wanted posters a few days later. Spotting one with a crude drawing of his broom head plastered on it.] IT WAS MY FAULT!? NO IT WASN'T! [He clamps his hand over his mouth as he hurriedly pulls out a pen to draw a mustache and beard on the drawing of himself. Cursing his luck. His bounty may only be a small one compared to his sixty billion back home, but still! IT HADN'T BEEN HIS FAULT!]

And the bounty grows

[Problem with being a low bounty? People think you may be an easy mark and not use to dodging bounty hunters. Maybe your character is trying to cash his head in. Maybe you're getting stuck in the middle of another bar fight that has suddenly started where Vash is. Or maybe you're just ducking the explosion or building that's collapsing for some reason or other. But at this rate that bounty won't be staying too low for long.]

Comments

[Video]

[mikangirl]

[Snort.]

Not unless you know how I can leave the hospitality deck. But good luck picking up women.

[Contrary to her icons she's wearing a pristine white shirt over a pink tanktop and shorts, so. No cleavage.]

[Video]

[goldenglasses]

Oh! You're that new person who just woke up here, right? Well, don't worry! I think the longest people get stuck there is seven days. I'm sure you'll get out before we leave this place then I can take you on a personal tour then!

No need to get too jealous!

[Because that was obviously Nami's biggest concern.]

[Video] 1/2

[mikangirl]

Oh, that's good to--

[Video]

[mikangirl]

Jealous.

[Seriously.]

Re: [Video]

[goldenglasses]

[The chuckling and the way the camera moves as Vash shrugs may give away that he's just playing around at the moment.]

Although, I guess you must be pretty bored being stuck there for the moment, huh?

[Video]

[mikangirl]

The way I hear it, I should enjoy it while I can. Your food sucks. Supposedly.

Re: [Video]

[goldenglasses]

IT'S TERRIBLE! I thought being on television would have some nice perks or something! At least some decent food to eat.

[Video]

[mikangirl]

Why would being on television get you anything except bad news?

[She comes from a place they don't use those things for entertainment, man.]

: [Video]

[goldenglasses]

I don't know. Sounds fancy. [From what Vash knew of television from his study of Earth the people on the shows were usually paid well.] I guess I figured it would be a bit like being a radio star.

action; wanted poster!

[stefanged]

[Stefan's walking by just as he sees Vash drawing on the wanted poster - and well, he's kind of curious as to what's going on. He doesn't exactly pay attention to the law enforcement in this town, beyond scaring riff-raff anytime they get too close.]

What wasn't your fault?

[Then he realizes, upon seeing the modified poster--] Ah. They didn't get your likeness that well, huh?

Re: action; wanted poster!

[goldenglasses]

Ahhh-hahahaha, what likeness? This isn't me at all! I just happened to see this guy is all and they were missing the beard! Yeah! That's all! Ha ha ha!!

[Scribble, scribble.]

[stefanged]

[Who are you trying to fool, Vash....]

I don't know, they've got the hair down. [He reaches for another, unmodified bounty poster, and rips it straight off. Tossing that into the trash now!] So what happened? Accidentally pissed off the wrong girl?

[goldenglasses]

Yeah. Let's go with that.

[Wanted poster says he demolished a bar. Although Vash decides ripping the thing off the wall to be the best move as well. That and crushing it into the tiny, tiny ball first.]

You know what they say about a woman scorned. HAHAHAHA!

[stefanged]

That they're willing to pay a really big price for your head?

[He reads yet another one of them - they're everywhere. Okay, so he knows the truth now, but if Vash doesn't want to play with the truth, Stefan'll humor this to the end.]

Must've been some scorn. What're the jails even like here?

[goldenglasses]

Oh, probably dusty with one hard metal bench to sit and sleep on. Maybe a few rusty manacles attached to the wall. Mostly smells like old booze as most of the cells are for holding the town drunks. Very cold. With the front end being bright with one or two desks where the over worked sheriff will sit. Or doesn't work if they've given up trying.

And maybe a place to store confiscated weapons.

[Just like the jails back home he imagines.] That's just a guess though.

[stefanged]

A really well-detailed guess. I was kinda stuck beyond the shiny badge.

[He was thinking more, the cardboard kind where people could easily escape from, but he can imagine this too. Even if he wasn't familiar with Westerns.]

I'm gonna take a wild stab in the dark and assume that Gunsmoke was a lot like this?

[goldenglasses]

All that is missing is an extra sun and a few extra moons really. [And the lost technology, the several missing zeros on his bounty, and a way to escape the planet.] Oh, and some of the animals are different too.

Wanted poster;

[notkittenaround]

[ She's in need of great wealth, and the bounties serve her well. So when she takes note of the posters, and finds an apparent criminal being... Less than subtle with his defacing and screeching, Marhi's response is an irritated tail puff and a hand hovering above the metal-spiked tome strapped to her waist. ]

Must you add to your crime with ear-splitting volume?

[goldenglasses]

[Vash chuckles in much the same way a child caught with their hand in a cookie jar would. He looks up at her with a: who me? look and seemingly without notice to the hovering hand.

But oh. He sees it. You don't survive twenty years with a 60 billion bounty dead or alive on a planet where the main professions are either bank robbing or bounty hunting with luck alone.]

But I said I DIDN'T do it. Therefore no crime to add to! [A judge would totally buy that, right?]

[notkittenaround]

If you did not do it, then what is the reason for the poster?

[ She stares at him, utterly unimpressed with what she sees - Loud, flailing, no subtle criminal but an awfully noisy lunatic. Her query is merely testing the waters of danger, judging his willingness to attack her. ]

[goldenglasses]

[There maybe a six shooter at his hip, but Vash has no desire to actually use it.] A misunderstanding really! That bar was going to get destroyed while I was there or not! Probably. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time! I had nothing to do with it! Really!

[notkittenaround]

[ ... Of excuses for crimes, he is certainly winning the race of 'least convincing.' ]

Then, as a mere bystander of this tragedy, you would of course be willing to part with coin to repair what has been lost.

[goldenglasses]

Well, actually, I kinda sort of spent nearly all my money and was there trying to get more. [Waiiiiiit. That could be taken as saying you were there robbing the place.] I MEAN BY PLAYING POKER!!! So, I'm actually broke right now.

[notkittenaround]

......................

[ Can this man possibly be for real? ... Though, in truth, she is not so surprised by the pitiful maleficence of a man. ]

A gambling pauper and a criminal.

[goldenglasses]

No, no, no! We already went over this! I was framed!

...but, yes, sometimes a gambling pauper.