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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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Frodo Baggins | Lord of the Rings| OTA and ANYWHERE!

[iorhael]

First rushed like so much of a farmer's herd into the room, without so much say at all, no matter how much he tried to protest or ask questions, and then quite suddenly, they had been whisked off. Blue stretched over them, broad and without end, suddenly, and with it came the sweltering heat and the smell of dust and sweat, and horse manure. The latter two drifted in from the town nearby. Frodo's nose wrinkled.

The reaction was belated, but still strong enough; Frodo's stomach gave an uneasy somersault. This was not how anyone was meant to travel; one was meant to see where they were going, rather than just appear.

The town looked as if it had sprung up in the least desirable spot he could see. Very much, he thought, like a particularly insistent weed that was going to stay where it was no matter what Sam tried, for who would build their homes in the middle of such an inhospitable place? The town was not particularly attractive to him, but it was life that had taken to the desert and remained.

Now then. Who was Gerald Jackson and why should the others vote for him? It was not nearly enough for Frodo to be told that this was what he had to do; what if Gerald was a bad sort, the type to make those around him miserable for his own gain? Better to find out more about the town, its people, and this Moony Jackson first. And this was no unwanted task to the hobbit; looking around at the Big Folk wandering the street, the strange dress a good deal of them wore, the odd devices at a good deal more's hips, and the horses and coaches rattling around. This was a rare chance many hobbits wouldn't have.

[can be exploring the bars, trying to get a room, finding said room to big, someone introduce him to cow tipping, etc! Anytime throughout the week, and either action or prose is fine]

[sanscoeur]

Now, here's a curiosity, someone else who looks to be of the same folk as her roommate. She has already ascertained they're not dwarves, or if they are not of the sort with which she is familiar. This is a plus in her book, as dwarves are boorish and only good for a few things, none of which she could use them for here.

She falls into step with him in the street and tilts her parasol so that it shades them both. The purple ruffles of her dress rustle while she walks. "You look like someone. Has anyone told you this before?"

[iorhael]

And out of nowhere, for there were no trees, came shade. Frodo breathed a sigh. "Oh, that's much better."

Now that the sun wasn't glaring down on him, he had good look at the the lass that had fallen in besides him. She was dressed in rich purples, and how she could take the heat, even with the umbrella, was quite beyond the hobbit. Frodo privately felt sorry for her. He had already taken off the waistcoat and weskit, and was now down to the shirt and braces.

Here was something new. Was this like Sharpe? "No, not yet. Who do I remind you of?"

[sanscoeur]

"It's amazing what a little circle of shade can do in this sun. In all my travels I've never encountered one so angry or relentless." From some it could sound a complaint. From her tone of voice, it's merely a statement, sharing of inconsequential information.

The hair at her temples is dark from sweat. She's not immune regardless of her presentation.

"He's my roommate. I'm afraid we haven't had much of a chance for conversation yet. I just arrived, and now of course we're here. His name is Sam. I'm Marjolaine. Are you headed somewhere in particular? You could give me company, and I you shade."

[iorhael]

Frodo passed a hand over his brow, where the first beads of sweat had come through. Yes, it seemed she was feeling the heat, despite how she seemed to wear the dress without any discomfort. "You will have to forgive me then, for I have never even seen a desert until today. I didn't think they would be so...pressing in on a hobbit."

One thing to hear about the Sun Lands and another to experience it. Frodo's face lit up, but he bowed to her first. "A pleasure to meet you, Miss Marjolaine; my name is Frodo. I would not mind the company at all, though I am just getting a feel for the place."

And how small Exsilium was in some ways. "As for Sam, he is my gardener."

[sanscoeur]

"Forgiveness unneeded," she waves her free hand lightly. "The closest I've come to such heat is in the badlands of Orlais, and that is not very close at all. You walk these streets barefoot. It makes my toes cringe at the thought." She doesn't glance long at his feet. The hairiness is distressing, something she still thinks she might persuade Sam to allow her to deal with in time.

"I believe we could stay here an entire season and know little. It seems a small place within a much larger." She doesn't just mean the desert. The goods she has seen here speak of trade and industry this small hamlet couldn't possibly sustain.

"Your gardner?" She laughs, not at all a derisive sound. She's playing the merry companion this afternoon. It wouldn't do to allow any cracks in the facade. "Can you imagine the odds? We're plucked from worlds countless leagues apart and already have an acquaintance in common. He's a very serious sort, your gardener. I suppose I would be too if I were taken from things green and growing and placed in such an ugly world."

She glances around at the washed out little town and leans down a little closer for his ears only. "For all the heat? I'd take this place to our dreary prison."

can change shoe description if i got it wrong

[iorhael]

"Better to have some expectation of a desert than none at all. You are more prepared in the end than most," The good sense to find an umbrella first thing, to start with. Frodo's toes wiggled on the ground as if in answer, already dusty but other than that, it was the only part of him that wasn't baking under the sun. "It would take more before a hobbit would feel uncomfortable. And much more before one would ever think of boots."

And the hobbit looked at the shoes Marjolaine wore, and had to wince. How could anyone wear shoes in this heat? The shoes she wore seemed cramped, and likely to make her feet sweat dreadfully while pinching her toes the same time... and she could hardly feel the ground when she had so much between it and her feet! "Wouldn't it be better to walk barefoot? Your feet can have open air, a relief in this heat."

Big Folk. There were some things he would never understand about them, but if they hadn't the feet a hobbit had, he supposed it made sense.

"It seems lucky - almost too much so." Frodo had to say. Her laugh seemed to brighten the area around her, like the little chimes some hobbits at Waymeet would sell, the sort you could hang before your smial door and let the wind rustle it. "As for Sam, he has always been that way, but he will find ways to surprise you. I can only imagine how awful this place must be for him in particular."

She leaned down, and Frodo leaned up to listen to her murmur.

"Certainly; at least there is sun, and plenty of it, even if one feels like they might cook like an egg on the spot out on the road," Frodo said, his tone dry. "You are quite right, there is more to this town that what one sees. What do you make of this quest the Initiative wants of us?"


[Moving log over to overflow log this way: http://exsiliumlogs.dreamwidth.org/141006.html?thread=13446350#cmt13446350]

omg cow tipping YES. SEE HOW QUESTIONABLE AXEL IS, FRODO!?

[got_it_memorized]

The night was still fairly young, and Axel knew just what he was going to do with the rest of it. Certainly this wasn't the sort of example he wanted to set for Roxas and Xion, that wouldn't do at all, but really, how could he resist? They were just... well... everywhere, ripe and ready for... tipping.

Under the cover of darkness, he slinked out of the inn and headed down the dusty road toward one of the far pastures. As he passed one of the local taverns, however, he spotted a familiar curly head emerging through the swinging doors and paused to wave casually.

"Evenin'~" he drawled, vaguely mimicking the accent of the locals. "Enjoying yourself so far?" He raised his arms above his head and then threaded his fingers together, resting his hands on his crown and sort of sending his hair all askew. "I gotta say, much as the sunshine is a nice break from Exsilium weather, I think I like this place a lot better once the sun's gone down."

Too. Hot.

Axel; or another name for completely unrespectable sort

[iorhael]

[ooc; will be replying over here in the overflow log; http://exsiliumlogs.dreamwidth.org/141006.html?thread=13447374#cmt13447374]