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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 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?

Temporary home. [Corrects himself as he starts to walk them out of the alley and towards the hotel... or wherever they're staying is called.]

[a soft note.]

It is many places to see, yes? But is it ever home?

[Looks in the direction they're traveling, at the wooden building that looks old and warn from blasting sand.] Not this place, no.

Do you have a home, Simmaeri?

I know many homes.

[many places stayed, come and gone to...many more forgotten. she gives the building a fleeting glance, as Blaine did, before looking back at him:]

Is there only one you mean?