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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?

Edit: Overflow log!

Comments

for Galadriel

[allsongs]

[well...

well, one of them was enjoying herself. Simmaeri, certainly. amid the smoke-filled, noisy, vulgar happenings of the bar, she sat, arm linked with the elf next to her.

it was a new flavor of man – new, faceted with the old and familiar. she's witnessed rowdy drinkholes before, products of their own times and places, but not quite this. the twang kept a smile curled on her mouth, the fluctuating arguments kept her eyes wide with focus and movement, trying to catch it all, understand it.

fun. isn't it fun?]

[inafadingcrown]

[This was far from the sort of place you would normally find Galadriel. But there really weren't many higher class establishments in this town (and she probably couldn't afford them with the paltry sum the Initiative had given them if there were). And besides, the look on Simmaeri's face was well worth the less than savory atmosphere.]

You seem absolutely enthralled.

[allsongs]

Enthralled. [she hums, considering the word. she tilts her head to glance at Galadriel, eyebrows lifted.] What does this word mean?

[inafadingcrown]

Does "fascinated" have more meaning for you?

[allsongs]

Yes, I understand this. [her eyes crinkle again, returning the warmth to the smile perpetually carved on her face.] It is fascinated, here. The song. [she leans back a little, her head starting to tilt as her eyes sweep over the place.]

It is like places before.

[inafadingcrown]

[And the expression, warmth and all, is mirrored on Galadriel's face. Something about Simmaeri just cheered her- the eagerness to learn, perhaps. She gives a little hum.]

Is it? I imagine so. I cannot say that I am accustomed to frequenting such places myself. [What would Celeborn say to see her here? The thought amuses her.]

[allsongs]

A whole life is in a place like this. Men wish for new ones, hide from old ones. Make new free choices, change... [her eyes settle on some table a distance away.] And some return from change again before they leave.

[inafadingcrown]

[A little hum of interest] I had never given it much thought, but you are right.

[allsongs]

[she gets a mildly curious look for that. how can this not be the most fascinating thing in the history of ever?

really, Simmaeri forgets the mindsets of others when too immersed in melody and sound. and whatever trouble that notion caused her a second ago is gone again, and she is content as ever, sending her gaze back out toward the people.]

Galadriel, what are the words for this? The way it feels to be here. [looking back her way:] What do you feel here?

[inafadingcrown]

[Because aristocratic ladies don't spend a lot of time in saloons. Crazy, I know.]

You ask more than question, my friend. What I feel and what you feel may be two different things. [A little pause] Were I alone, I might feel a touch overwhelmed. [loud is never good for elf ears] But, for the moment, I am content in your company. You, I think, would call this place exciting and intriguing. [Judging by her reactions, at least.]

[allsongs]

Intriguing. [her nose crinkles a little with her smile. intriguing is an...intriguing word to say. she'll keep it, thank you.

but she does have greater sense of overwhelmed, and it does work to pry further attention away from all the twangy, drawling sounds and to Galadriel.] Does this manner of men overwhelm you?

[inafadingcrown]

In a way of speaking. It is less the company itself than the atmosphere. [A vague gesture] My kind have more sensitive hearing than most. But I will not deny that I am used a very different manner of man- softer spoken, more refined... [The gold band she wears makes a clink against the table.]