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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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[her head turns to the sound of her name, finding very quickly a much more pleasing presence. of course, for every ounce of shine in her expression, there was a great deal of darkening on her unwelcome company's.

how kind of him to offer such help. Simmaeri doesn't miss a beat in slipping her arm through his – a very plain statement for many places, not hint enough for many others.]

Hello, Blaine.

[her words are all but drowned out by the vulgar spurt of protest from the drunkard.

ah. the smell.]

[He gives her arm a friendly pat and a smile to go with it. He recognizes the dark glower on the man's face and is ready to deal with the violent such looks usually result in. He talks to the man.]

She and I have some catching up to do.

[And takes a step to the side so Simmaeri is further away from the man and Blaine is between them.]

[perhaps now is the time where Simmaeri learns whether that cool character of Blaine is more bluff than reality. she moves easily in stride with his intent, arm slipping free – but not before giving his arm a gentle squeeze. a bit of encouragement, a bit of advisement.

it's the least she can do, considering she doesn't know how to say you should duck that punch he's throwing right about now in English (or Spanish).]

[Blaine sees it. He saw the guy puffing up, his shoulders stiffening in anger, the arm rising to try and clock him. He steps to the side and deftly avoids the punch, then grabs the man's sleeve and yanks him forward and off-balance. He stumbles and Blaine turns on his heel and boots the man in the ass to help him crash to the ground.]

And that, my dear Simmaeri, is the cue to make a run for it.

[[Italics = Spanish, always~]]

[she nods, bunching up skirt in both hands as she steps over one of those twitching, spurred feet, glancing fleetingly over her shoulder to see if Blaine will be following. considering the patches of outcry within the place at his action – particularly from an elderly man behind a wooden counter – she is inclined to think leaving is as beneficial to him as it is to her, and it does keep her lingering near the funny little doors once she's cleared them.]

[Oh, don't worry, self preservation has him right on her heels. The doors have hardly swung shut before he's pushing them open again and jumps down the stairs in one leap. He turns on his heel from one step to the next and hardly slows. He smiles and waves her forward.]

They're pretty pissed. Let's go!

[yes, let's. Simmaeri extends her hand again, grabbing hold of the crook of his arm as he's bustling by – enough to get her into his hasty pace. hardly a bother: she's smiling.]

Thank you for your help, Blaine.

No problem. The saloons and brothels aren't the best places to be unless you like beating up drunkards.

And running afterwards.

[she gives him a tug, stopping short at a small bit of alley between a couple stores, slipping in herself and letting herself laugh, face flushed, having a good time. she hadn't had chance to play the young one – hadn't been around the sort to give her a chance.]

This is something you like? You were there.

[He's pleased to see her laughing and having a good time, even if they were running from a fight. He can only grin.]

I like other things places like that offer, but not usually the fighting.

Ah– [she takes a breath, slowing down, relaxing against the wall.] The woman. Yes?

Yes. And the men. [Eyebrows waggle. Adds joking.] Though they're a bit more shy.

Shy? [echoed a little incredulously. from what Mister Bond had told her of shy, none seemed to fit the bill in there.] Those men were not the shy I understand, Blaine.

That's because I was joking. [He laughs at her tone and confusion.] The men in there aren't interested in other men like that at all. Kinda disappointing.

[she is silent, her eyelids dropping a little as she weighs the words along with the tone with which they are said.]

Like that.

[Watches her as the wheels turn, waiting to see.] Do you understand?

[after another small length of silence, she lets out a musical hum.]

Like as your woman, yes? Is this what you mean?

[Lips twist as he avoids laughing for a second.] Not quite, but close enough.

[the expression is not lost on her. Simmaeri's eyes narrow a little, trying to determine whether this laughter is mocking or simple good spirits.]

I wish to be accurate, Blaine.

[Good spirits, Simmaeri. He won't mock her learning, though he doesn't hide his smile.]

Even if a guy is on the bottom, most don't like to be considered 'the woman'. Especially if they don't like women that way in the first place.

[Makes a gesture towards the bar.] That's why a lot of those guys don't like the idea of two men. They think it means one of them is 'the woman', and it hurts their masculinity.

[her mouth purses as she listens, considers...

huh.]

It is disliked to be a woman here, is it? [how strange. not unfamiliar, but...she had gone a long time since being so immersed in that school of thought.]

I understand this.

Seems like. They're in need of woman's lib. [He says it with a smile but he it's not much of a joke.]

So you should be careful, Simmaeri.

These men are new, but their ways are not. [her expression softens, accepting his explanation, his demeanor.] I know the smell. The sound. The standing.

That's good. [And also bad, but he offers her his arm.] But enough of that. Shall I escort you home, my good lady?

[as always, if offered, she takes. her head tilts to peer at him in a sideways kind of fashion.]

You have home here, Blaine?