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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!

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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?"


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