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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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o p e n | a l l w e e k

[graciousness]

( a ) [ Gwen is not a warrior nor is she a leader or a politician, she's a maid. She is unsure about the man these people are to vote for, she's unsure about the odd option of voting for a leader to begin with. But if it is as she thinks it is and this might help restore the peace, she's willing to help in her own quiet way, moving about offering moist cloth and water cups against the heat and starting conversation with people as she does.

She tries, she honestly tries. After a few hours, she looks rather tired herself. Like a woman who might need some water and a moist towel herself. ]

( b ) [ come evening, you might spot her standing in front of one of the inn, biting her lip. With so few places available, she is beginning to humor the idea of sleeping outside. She takes off her cape and inspects it, wondering if it could pass for a blanket for one week. ]

b

[solitaire]

_{( Remy has wasted no time making himself at home, and so already knows the best places to filch supplies from. Still, he has more time on his hands than he needs, and when he passes her he pauses to observe for a moment before approaching with a hand raised in greeting and a chuckle. )}

Checkin' for something?

[graciousness]

Remy -- !

[ she hurries to tie the cape around her shoulder, to offer him a smile as she meets him halfway. ]

No, I'm fine, really. How are you?

[ spoken kindly but perhaps too quickly. ]

[solitaire]

Doin' alright. _{( He says, with a nod and a smile. Still, he's giving her a sideways look. )}

Know where you're stayin' yet, chère?

[graciousness]

I haven't really decided yet. This one is rather full and I was thinking about asking them if they have a place in their sitting room -

[ it's better than being outside after all. ]

I could stay outside too, I really don't mind.

a

[imperfect]

[There's a blond, ponytailed young man heading this way with a preoccupied look on his face and an uncomfortably thick-looking coat slung over one shoulder. In weather this sweltering, Ed is only too happy to take advantage of anyone handing out relief, however small. A genuine kindly soul or just a fellow transport looking to score points with the locals? He can't tell from a distance, although he figures there's no harm done even if she's the latter - orders like these just don't sit well with him.

Closer up, however, at least one thing becomes clear: this woman isn't taking the heat much better than he is. He slows down as he approaches.] Hey, you okay?

[graciousness]

[ she wipes her brow with an arm as he approaches, but offers him a tired smile as he comes closer. ]

I'm fine, just tired. This heat is simply -

[ it is then when she seems to notice his coat. ]

Oh! Here - would you like water?

[imperfect]

Not if it comes with a political debate. There's enough of those around here as is. [He returns the smile.] But you look like you're better off keeping it, to be honest. You don't need a hand or anything?

[graciousness]

It's alright. There's plenty.

[ she'll give him one and take one for herself. ]

I'm not really good at this, convincing people. I just help however I can.

( a )

[for_guild_justice]

[Clive really could care less for people, especially over a pointless election. He's only drawn to size up the speech competition, but in doing so, he notices the young woman moving around offering water and refreshing people. It's so out of what he knows that he's curious and stays to watch her work.

Why would she do that? What was the point of it? She seems rather good at it, but did that make her one of those strange goodie-goodie people he has heard about?

When she looks fatigued, he carelessly offers up a canteen of water for her as she passes.] Why are you doing this?

[graciousness]

[ she looks quite surprised at the canteen offered to her but in her tiredness, she takes it, offers him a curtsy as she does. ]

Thank you.

[ she'll take a few gulps before smiling. ]

Everyone seem tired and the heat is rather terrible. I thought it might help. I don't know what else to do.

[for_guild_justice]

[He looks at her as if she's just attempted to grow a second head with that curtsy. He has never had one of those before, and he blinks and eyes her suspiciously.]

I suppose so... [He looks around, though not interested in the people much. He does know of maids, but he's never had one.] That seems like a rather strange thing to do for a pretty woman. Shouldn't someone be serving you water?

[graciousness]

[ she looks at him, confusion written on her face at the question before she shakes her head with a smile, offers a moist cloth to a passerby before answering. ]

I'm just a maidservant, I don't need serving, really.

( b )

[diplomatique]

Keeping that on may serve as the best option. The night seems to be rather cold.

[ the voice comes from a boy behind her; he looks more like a stable hand, but he speaks too eloquently for one and carries himself more like one of noble blood. his brows are lightly drawn up in concern, and he steps forwards like a curious little bird, points of his feet first. he's too accustomed to raised boots and heels. ]

[graciousness]

You might be right. A good thing I took it.

[ She watches him, his posture and the way she speaks before offering a smile, a curtsy. ]

I'm Guinevere. Gwen, if you'd like. Most people call me that. You don't have to, of course, Guinevere is fine too -

[ erm. she forces herself to stop rambling after that. ]

[diplomatique]

[ he blinks once, and then smiles affectionately. ]

Miss Gwen, perhaps?

It is a pleasure. I am Larsa Solidor.

[ he bows respectfully. ]

[graciousness]

If you wish, yes. You don't really have to - I have no titles.

[ but she allowed Pippin to call her that and so, despite being a maidservant she accepts .]

Do you want some water, Larsa?

b)

[futurarex]

[Arthur has kept an eye on Gwen since their arrival to this place, sometimes subtle and sometimes not. mostly he's contented himself with picking her out in the crowds of people, exchanging a nod or a smile. she's occupied herself with her usual grace and kind manner, and Arthur has occupied himself with the task at hand, much as he hates being a tool for the Initiative.

as evening comes on, it's clear they're not going to return back to their usual quarters. (back to the other time? the other world? what would be the best thing to call it--and he hates that he has to have that thought at all; would that things were simple and they didn't have to deal with the complexities and confusion that magic forces them into.) so he seeks out Guinevere more directly, out of a sense of duty and a will to see her safely quartered, as any good prince would do for a subject forced into these circumstances.

of course, when he finally finds her, by the inn, his smile is more fond than it is princely.]

It's a well-made cloak, but I don't know that they would accept it as payment for a room.

[graciousness]

Arthur - !

[ she hurries to fold the cape away, doesn't mention that she made it herself. It's a simple thing, dark blue of rough cotton but it served her well. She eyes the inn and then eyes him too. She cannot have him find out she's considering sleeping outside, she knows he won't have it. ]

They're full, actually. There are rooms in the other one, it's over there by that road, if you'd like to try.

[ the more expensive one, rumor has it, and Gwen counts all her blessings but also all her coins. She's saving them and unless it's mandatory, she tries not to use them.

A room for a night isn't mandatory, she can make do outside, which is why she pulls the cape back over her shoulders. ]

[futurarex]

Full?

[he turns a vague glare on the inn in question. no inn has ever been too full to receive him, or anyone else he demanded quarters for. it's a strange feeling, to realize that if he were to go in there and demand a room for her, he would likely not get it. perhaps the likely should be struck from that sentence, too; the people here are even more belligerent than those kidnapped by the Initiative.

his mouth twists a bit, unimpressed, and he looks back to Guinevere.]

I'll see you safely to the other inn. This one hardly looks suitable--bedbugs and rats--

[unconsciously, he starts to offer his arm to her. but. right. status. prince and servant. awkwardly, he drops his arm to his side, shaking it out, as if that's what he'd meant to do all along, and nods to her. right.]

[graciousness]

The other one is said to be -

[ she won't say expensive, for then he will pay for her and she can't have that. So she simply eyes him and his arm for a moment, shifting her weight from one foot to another in a display of nervousness. ]

This one is fine, i'm certain I could manage, really, Arthur, it's fine, you should not trouble yourself over this.

[ all that is said very quickly as she nods her head firmly.

y e p ]

A

[undroppedeaves]

[Sam hasn't even started trying to convince people about this Moony. He'd like to know more of the man himself before he helped put him in a position of power and wasn't sure that they should be meddling in other peoples politics at all.

He had some water which he took over to the woman he had watched looking after others and offered it to her with a smile.] It's important to drink when it is this hot, miss.

[graciousness]

[ She has been working for hours, Gwen; but when he offers her the water she smiles and her first instinct is to make sure he has no need of it. He reminds her of Pippin, she wonders if they are from the same realm. But she cannot tell him she had met another small man, that would be rude. ]


Thank you - are you sure you have no need of it?

[undroppedeaves]

I am fine miss. Please drink as much as you need.

[He's used to it, the first question out of many peoples mouths is whether he is an acquaintance of Frodo.]

[graciousness]

Gwen, please.

[ she curtsies, half in thanks and half out of duty. One can never know who is nobility and who isn't in this realm. ]

Guinevere, but everyone calls me Gwen.

[ and then she sips the water until she feels like she can breathe again. ]

Thank you. It is kind of you to think of me.