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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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[The manliest of yelps. He boggles over his shoulder at her, wondering (a) when she got here, (b) if the Initiative picks people who're just that bad at this stealth business, and (c) if it wouldn't have been easier to try making their holographic devices project a horse.

At least she's a Transport, so he makes a hasty gesture for her to get down, out of sight.]

You gotta whisper for real here, he's gonna hear you!

Oh!

( that's a little too loud, but she claps her hands over her mouth as she quickly kneels down next to them. her next reply is quiet: )

I'm sorry! But...who's he?

[He's iiiiiinching for a quick peek, but pauses to answer her first, one hand cupped by his mouth to be safe.]

Listen, I swear this isn't what it looks like! But we uh.

Kinda borrowed this guy's horse.

( she blinks. )

You borrowed it?

Then why are we hiding?

[He's already regretting dragging her into this, but if she's here now, it's only fair to let her know what's going on. Ranka gets a sheepish look from beneath the brim of his hat, which he moves to tug even lower.]

Uh... [ Shiiiifty shifting. ] It was a spur of the moment thing.

We kinda haven't got around to asking yet.

( ................. )

Oh, I see.

( WAITS QUIETLY WITH THEM??

but then: ) Why did you need a horse?

[Things going through Kazu's head during the lull:

- are they outlaws of the old west now.
- that sounds pretty cool, except for the part where outlaws always get shot on TV.
- if push comes to shove, can he possibly whisk two girls out of here on his A-Ts...

He's busy working the last one out when she speaks again, so she gets a bit of a blank look at first. How comforting.]

My friend's got a plan to win that Moony guy some votes. We'll give the horse back!

( the blank look makes her bite her lip briefly, but she doesn't comment, at least. )

I see! As long as you're going to return it, I guess that's alright...maybe he wouldn't be that mad if we ask now, though!

[It's okay, he's all here now, as much as he'd like them all to be anywhere else.]

...Nah, bet he'd just think we're mad for asking now. Got a feeling he's not gonna say yes!

[There's the sound of a muttered curse around the corner, followed by the heavy stomp of boots. Is it just wishful thinking, or do they sound like they're heading the other way?]

( rather than answering that, she slowly pushes herself upwards so that her eyes are clear of the barrels for a moment - before darting back down because thank goodness his back was turned. )

He's coming closer!

( not quite this way thankfully, but it's still alarming. maybe it was just for a quick look before moving on...? )

Edited 2013-01-14 15:56 (UTC)

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