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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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[ She joins him at the counter. ]

Something sturdy!

[ Sturdy. The seller's bringing out some guns, and Sharpe's eyes are immediately drawn to a tiny thing. If a pistol carries six shot, this thing can probably fire only one. He snorts, picking it up and looking it over. ]

What's that thing called?

Palm pistol, sir. It's made by Deringer.

[ Strange name that Sharpe doesn't know. He looks down at the lass Cat, his grin wide. ]

You like such a thing, eh, Cat? [ He turns it in his hand and holds it out to her. ]

[ She tests its weight. ]

I think so.

Alright.

[ He turns back to the seller. ]

Anywhere that we can test this, eh?

[ The man gives him a sharp look. Might be that Arya's a bit too young, but Sharpe holds his gaze and at last he looks away. They are led to the backyard, where there's a few targets and some nearer bottles set up. ]

How 'bout you try ta hit one of those bottles?

Fine.

[ She's at least used to holding a gun now. She takes aim and fires. The sound is still deafening and the kick is different, but the bottle still explodes in a million fragments of glass. She smirks. ]

[ He whistles. Not bad at all, especially for such a tiny thing. ]

Try ta reload it and fire again, eh?

[ He leaves it to her to find the powder and bullet, man. ]

Fine.

[ She doesn't bother looking for Sharpe to give her what she needs. It was much the same at the House of Black and White. It takes some doing, but she finds both. Her movements are quick and efficient as she reloads. Knowing what to expect now, she doesn't flinch when it fires. Another bottle bites it. ]

[ He slaps her on the shoulder before he turns back to the seller. ]

Al'ight. We'll take this one. How much?

[ The seller quotes the price. Sharpe suspects it's daylight robbery, especially with the number so high and the gun so small. But hey, it's not him buying for it. He looks at Cat pointedly, waiting for her to get out the money that the Initiative has given all of them. ]

[ She glares at him. ]

That's my food money.

[ She gets a raised eyebrow on return. ]

Yer getting a gun, girl. That should be 'nough her you ta not have ta buy food.

[ Even she knows that's wrong. ]

It's a weapon. If I'm to draw it, I'm to kill with it.

Well you ain't going ta eat a rabbit that's still kicking, are you? [ Flat stare. ] Fer one, it'd be too much of a trouble.

Like I need something like this to catch a rabbit. If you're so slow, that's you.

Now yer saying you can catch a rabbit with yer bare hands. [ He snorts. One hand drops onto Cat's hair, and he gives it a good ruffling. ] Now that's hard ta believe, lass.

I could if I wanted.

[ Her stomach clenches, but she doesn't jerk her away. It's not entirely unpleasant, an insignificant motion really, but she hates it all the more for making her feel. No one has no family. No loved ones. No one to want. ]

Alrigh' then. [ He digs into his pockets, finding the money the Initiative has given them. He hasn't spent a single cent, and he tosses what the seller had quoted to the man before he looks at Cat. ] I paid fer the thing. If you can catch a rabbi with yer bare hands, lass, I'll not chase you ta pay me back.

I will.

[ She did it enough when she went hungry. Rabbits weren't so hard after cats. ]