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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.]

i ; video & action

[grounds]

Who: Octavia Blake and ??
Broadcast: Everyone
Action: Marsiva
When: Saturday morning (backdated)

[Luckily for Octavia's dignity, somehow her initial waking up freakout wasn't broadcast, so the first televised signs of her include the brunette leaning against the wall, curiously looking over her communicator. She jumps a little when it starts recording, but composure isn't too far off.

A raised brow greets the fleet, followed by a hesitant attempt at a smile. It's a bad one.]

So, space. [It's said in a very dry, unimpressed tone.] Anyone mind telling me what the hell's going on? I've got things to do, and this wasn't one of them... Whatever this is.

[She straightens, moving back to her initial bunk.]

And someone tell me what dick took my sword. I want it back.

001; come be the first in line to shake the hand of mine.

[truthvalue]

Who: Souji Seta and ... you???
Broadcast: Network; open.
Action: Marsiva; all over.
When: backdated to Saturday morning, before the Shuffle.

[It's a little unnerving, this idea of being on television - a little too reminiscent of the Midnight Channel. Souji himself never appeared on it, but he saw a lot of his friends in those staticky broadcasts over the past year, back in Inaba, their flaws put on display for all to see. It's uncomfortable, but - there really isn't anything to be done about it, so Souji doesn't.

He spends his first three days quietly aboard the Marsiva, mostly keeping to himself. Time seems a little too linear and solid for this to be Liminal Space, and when he wakes on the fourth day and nothing has changed, he concludes this must be the next Jaunt after all. He's not seen or heard from any of the Travelers he knows, though, and the psychic network seems to be out of reach, too. It's somewhat unsettling - but, he supposes, things could be worse.

Things can always be worse.

Later that morning, he finally turns his device camera on himself to make a proper introduction. The face may be recognizable to some, with one notable exception - a thin scar slashed across his left cheek. He speaks quietly but confidently, with all the poise of a perpetual transfer student. The smile he shows is practiced and polite.]

Hello. I'm sorry I didn't introduced myself sooner - my name is Souji Seta, and I'm new here.

[Words he has spoken so many times he's lost count.]

I look forward to working with everyone. If there's anything I can do to help, please let me know.

[He nods once, then ends the transmission.]