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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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[Scathach's lineage is... confusing. Being born of wild magic had changed more than a few things between her and her parents. Really, the only trait she had inherited from them was her red hair. Neither her brother nor her sister had been able to shake that particular feature. Then again, she and her sister are twins, so that's a possible explanation. But her brother really has no excuse.

She regards his height with nothing more than a quick glance up and down his body, unfazed. When you've faced down gods (just immortals, really), tall men aren't frightening in the least.

Not that she believes he means to be imposing, of course.

She shrugs, looking off to the side.]

Probably not. But I'd rather do nothing than give in to their orders. [She has a lot of issues with authority.]

[This girl doesn't like authority much, does she?

In someways, the redhead reminds Aragorn of himself as a youth amongst the Elves. He hated authority and most of all hated his lessons. Glorfindel and Elrond both had quite a time training young Estel. The lad wasn't ever interested in his lessons and preferred the outdoors. Of course Glorfindel realized this rather quickly and began to trained the boy in swordsmanship the first chance he got. Elrond, unfortunately, didn't come to such a hasty realization until much later.

However, there's something strangely unique about the redhead that warns Aragorn not to think of her as a child. Something that feels old and almost ancient. Perhaps thinking of her as merely a normal girl is an insult.]

Then what shall you do? [He asks with a hint of curiosity.] Merely watch from afar?

[Got it in one. But when your dad was the warden of what amounts to a jail for gods, you learn to be a rebel.

And let's not talk about Scathach's lessons growing up. Most of them amounted to chasing her sister around, each of them trying to prove who was better. Aoife won most of those skirmishes, of course, but there came a point when neither felt better than the other. Things like that seem less important when your lover gets murdered because you're too busy having a metaphorical pissing contest with your own twin to save him from an invading army. Ah, the troubles and misfortunes of youth.

While he's busy contemplating whether or not she's actually a teenager, she's noticing something different about him as well. Something in his scent, she decides. Though she can't tell what. The sudden change in time had messed with her senses a bit as well as made her motion sickness act up. It had been a rough trip.]

Why not? [She sounds almost amused. Look, not having to do something is pretty novel.] Besides, observing is how we learn. [In this case, how we learn to escape the Initiative's grasp.]

[As far as Aragorn believes, there's no escaping from the Initiative. While it's possible that they might be sent home at a moment's notice, that doesn't mean that their fight ends there. If what the rebels said about the United Earth is true, then the war here will just continue in their world.

Thus there's no escaping the conflict at hand.]

What good is there in observing if you hesitate to make a move?

[He sighs somewhat.]

This war is more dire than you realize.

[A war in her own world would be something else. But she has little reason to believe everything these people have told her, even though she knows that most of what one hears nowadays has a kernel of truth in it. She's simply being choosy about what part she decides is truth.

Her eyes narrow slightly.]

No. I never hesitate. [But this is not her war. At least, not yet. Not until it threatens someone she truly cares about, or until it becomes her duty to intervene. It has been a long while since Scathach has fought for the sheer thrill of it. Doing so now would likely not benefit anyone. Her annoyance rises, her accent (Irish) becomes more prominent.]

I know about war. I know what it can bring if left unchecked. But I also know the benefit of patience during one. [Even if it had taken her centuries to learn it.]