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Date & Time: Jan 12th to Jan 19th (real time), July 11th to July 18th (historical time), 1884
Location: Black Rock, New Mexico, USA
Characters: All transports
Summary: Fearing UE reprisal, the Initiative corrals all transports and shoos them onto a mission back to the Wild West, to vote Gerald "Moony" Jackson in as Mayor of Black Rock. Transports are encouraged to used all their wiles to encourage townsfolk to vote in favor of him, too. Other than that, they're free to roam as they will for 7 whole days! Good luck finding food and shelter, masses. (See the OOC post for more information.)

The Initiative had been terse and rushed as they gathered the transports into the Transporter room, and anyone unwilling to participate will have been forcibly hurried along. The Initiative employees had seemed distracted and worried, and unwilling to stand around and debate. It was time to move. The teleportation had gone off without a hitch, and a roomful of transports have been treated, quite suddenly, to a broad and sunny blue sky, and especially to the heat of mid July in the American West.

Enjoy your weeklong stay in Black Rock, New Mexico! The town is small and sleepy, with just 3 good saloons and one questionable (but considerably cheaper) one. There are a few inns, but these inns aren't quite prepared to room a sudden influx of over 300 travelers, and some people might have to bunk up or get creative with their sleeping arrangements. If you sleep in an inn at all, of course. There's plenty of unexplored wilderness out there to sleep in instead, isn't there? Just make sure to check your boots for scorpions in the morning.

The only instructions are "vote for Gerald "Moony" Jackson for Mayor, and try to convince others to do the same", and you've been given just enough money to cover a very sparse room and board for 7 days, if you don't spend it in anything else.

So, how do you spend your time?

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Blaine | Open to All

[strategic_guile]

A [ Blaine stands with a cowboy hat in his hand, using it to fan his face for a few seconds before putting it back on his head. His hair is pulled back into a short ponytail and he's wearing the clothes of the age, including the boots. ] Jesus, I almost forgot what southern heat felt like. At least it's not too humid.

B [ He's staring at the large animal, one horse that is staring back as it chews. Then he turns on his heel to walk away. ] Nope.

C [ Aww yeah, six shooter. This is more his style. Or it should be, but revolvers weren't known for their accuracy back in the day. He's sitting on a rock out in the desert with a skin of water on one hip and some bullets on the ground next to him. He spins the wheel then closes it. Some rocks and discarded bottles are on the ground a few paces away. ] Alright, let's see.

D [ Blaine's at the local bar/brothel, talking to a few of the guys, a woman sitting in his lap. He's smiling and drinking, but if you get closer you can hear that he's talking politics. About one Gerald "Moony" Jackson, who's strange as hell, but that other guy? He's suspicious as hell. What's he going on about? ]

C

[marked_for_death]

[Elza spent most of her time outside of the town. She had no interest of this world's politics. Yes they had paid her for services, but her services weren't for sale - not when they had so cruelly brought him here.

So she spent her time mostly on the outskirts of town, which was why she had caught sight of another Transport heading out into the desert. Her pale gaze followed his leave moments before she began trailing after him. Finding the man seated out within the desert, the gunner stopped a good few feet away.]

Think that you can shoot one of those things?

[strategic_guile]

[Blaine knew someone was behind him, but he didn't pay it much mind. He'd deal with a local on his own just fine. Another transport would be a different matter, but he didn't have anything that they would want either.

He looked at, hat providing shade so he could see her clearly.]

We're about to see. I haven't worked with anything this old.

[His own gun from his timeline was in his shoulder holster barely hidden by those silly vests cowboys wore.]

[marked_for_death]

[She pulled the hood away from her face even if she remained partially obscured. With her gaze trailing down along his form, she sighted the firearm wrapped around his shoulders. Her own were hidden beneath the folds of her cloak.]

Then perhaps you'll give me a demonstration. [A statement more than a question.]

A

[vaudevil]

Lee's own outfit made him look more like a banker than a Transport on a mission. His rapier at his side, it made him appear less than menacing and more of the refined though a few passersby gave him a strange look all the same. It didn't help that his heritage was apparent.

He spotted Blaine with a smile, and thankful for the sun, he was more interested in the inventions and what he could take back than politics. "It is hot but manageable." Lee's spurs chimed with his approaching steps.

[strategic_guile]

Leave it to Lee to look classy. Blaine was using the opportunity to dress in the period style. The clothes were, unfortunately, itchy as hell though. He grinned and gave Lee a tip of his hat. "I'll get used to it, and then we'll go back to it being cold and rainy."

[vaudevil]

He pulled on the lapel of his duster and sighed. "I had hoped that I could find one in purple. Sadly, I can't ride a horse to save myself which is a huge disadvantage on my part. Although a coach ride wouldn't be a bad thing. I least I don't have to worry too much about the odor."

Dirt paved streets never did well against the hot sun and the smell of horse droppings. He was also careful about the cologne and not to use too much of it. That alone would be a heady disaster.

A

[ghostling]

Feels like home t'me. [Ghost just seemingly appears out of nowhere. She hasn't bothered with actually wearing the period clothing so it's all the Initiative's device at work. Although other transports just see her as her so...modern clothing with long sleeves and gloves to hide her arms. Blaine gets to see her face this time at least.]

[strategic_guile]

Me, too, but after a few months I was beginning to forget. Where're you from?

[ghostling]

No' exactly like home, mind you. Needs mo' humidity.

My accen' no' give it away? [While she definitely has that Southern drawl there's some Cajun influence in there.]

B

[ofthegrey]

Pity. I think it actually liked you.

[Where did he come from? How can anybody be stealthy in broad daylight wearing a cowboy hat and boots and a leather duster? Maybe it's blend-initude. Maybe he's just that good.

He falls into step with him, looking right at home in the heat.]

Riding is obviously out. Where are you off to now?

[strategic_guile]

[Blaine doesn't jump, but Duncan popping out of nowhere did startle him a bit. Damnit, stop being so light on your feet. He gives a snort.] Liking me or not, that's my horse quota for today.

[And he hadn't even touched it. Blaine looked forward towards the desert.]

Just a quick trip out into the desert. What about you?

[ofthegrey]

[He snorts a laugh.] Not a horse man, then. [Not that he has much room to talk. He has never been a rider.]

I suppose for the time being I'm going your way unless this quick trip involves a bodily function.

B

[inafadingcrown]

[And a laugh greets Blaine as he does so. Galadriel approaches the horse, offering it a few soft words in Sindarin and patting his muzzle. She glances over her shoulder.]

Come now, he is not so frightening.

[strategic_guile]

[The laugh gets his attention before there's a voice to match with it. He gives her a smile and the horse a cursory glance.]

I never had much interest in horses.

[inafadingcrown]

Where I am from, if one does not take an interest in horses, one must be prepared to walk long distances.

B!

[loveracer]

Damn, it's hot. From a cold place to a hot place, not sure if I'm gonna get used to this.

[Emily was fanning herself as she walks along, when she sees this blond weirdo look at a horse and the horse look at him. Staring contest?

No wait, he's totally walking away.]

Wait, that's it?

[strategic_guile]

[Turning on his heel to look at her.]

Is what it?

[loveracer]

[She looks at him, the horse, then back at him.]

You just stared at the horse and...then went "Nope" and headed off.

B

[failtsuninari]

Not a horse person, Blaine?

[Tenjou's feeding a nearby horse oats from his hand. He dressed in clothes appropriate for their time but he had to ditch the piercings since he got a few looks earlier from the locals.]

[strategic_guile]

[A snerk and a shrug.] I didn't grow up near horses, and when I was dragged along to be around them I found other things to do.

[failtsuninari]

Ah, I see. Maybe this might be a chance to make up for lost time. I'd often go to the living realm back home to spend time with animals. I don't have as strong as a connection with them compared to foxes nut it let's me get by.

D

[allsongs]

[the men of this place are hardly gentle about their ways with women, are they? it's been quite clear, even outside of this establishment.

Simmaeri's not afraid of such behavior, but she's hardly pleased to have her path blocked by six feet of burly, surly, not-nearly-charming-as-he-thinks-he-is off-duty rancher. so young. a foolish little thing, practically sweating out his drink. the smell is very potent.

the slurring doesn't enhance his comprehensibility, but she hardly needs a dictionary to get where he's trying to go with this.]

No. I will leave.

[though moving a hand to push him aside doesn't do much of the trick.]

[strategic_guile]

[Seeing this, Blaine gave the woman on his lap a gently pat.] Sorry, darling. I've got something I need to take care of, but I'll be back to see you, don't worry.

[She slid off his lap with a pout, but her attention easily slipped to another man nearby. Blaine walked towards the altercation with the tiniest of curls to his lip that was a mockery of a smile.]

Simmaeri~ [And he slid up next to her.] Need some help?

[allsongs]

[her head turns to the sound of her name, finding very quickly a much more pleasing presence. of course, for every ounce of shine in her expression, there was a great deal of darkening on her unwelcome company's.

how kind of him to offer such help. Simmaeri doesn't miss a beat in slipping her arm through his – a very plain statement for many places, not hint enough for many others.]

Hello, Blaine.

[her words are all but drowned out by the vulgar spurt of protest from the drunkard.

ah. the smell.]