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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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[personal profile] undroppedeaves 2013-01-19 08:56 am (UTC)(link)
I don't think we have it where I'm from. [But he was beginning to learn that there were lots of things he had never heard of. He wondered at the man's coldness when he seemed to be suffering from the heat.]

But it is out of the sun and so is still a little cooler.
frorn: (Got robbed by an ATM.)

[personal profile] frorn 2013-01-19 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
That must suck. [ He can't even imagine, but he sticks to colder places anyway. He generally stayed outside too, inside wasn't where a winter spirit belonged after all. However, this once it might be worth a try. ]

I suppose so. Lead the way.
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[personal profile] undroppedeaves 2013-01-20 08:27 am (UTC)(link)
It's not as hot where I come from. [He began to lead him through town, looking for a likely looking place to hide from the heat in.]
frorn: (But there's never enough margarita money)

[personal profile] frorn 2013-01-20 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
You're lucky then. [ It's going to be slow progress, because just moving takes a lot out of him in this heat. Even the frost on his staff has started melting and that's worrying enough. ]

Is ... Is it far?
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[personal profile] undroppedeaves 2013-01-20 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
I am I would say. [He shook his head] Not so far, we're almost there. [And they were, Sam led him into one of the more respectable looking saloons.]
frorn: (I will show up on your front porch)

[personal profile] frorn 2013-01-21 11:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jack flops down onto the floor near the wall the moment it presents itself in the saloon. He needs a moment to catch his breath before he glances around furtively, not feeling (or looking for that matter) very much at home inside a building. But hey, it might help a little.

He glances back to Sam after taking in his new surroundings. ]


What's your name?
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[personal profile] undroppedeaves 2013-01-21 02:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Sam sat next to him, there weren't any spare chairs, everywhere seemed to be crowded here. "Samwise Gamgee at your service."
frorn: (You said you liked how)

[personal profile] frorn 2013-01-22 12:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Thanks, Samwise. [Jack managed a smile, tiredly, but a smile nonetheless. ]

I'm Jack Frost.
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[personal profile] undroppedeaves 2013-01-22 12:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Pleased to meet you Jack Frost." Sam nodded at him. "Do you want some water? Or something stronger perhaps?"
frorn: (But there's never enough margarita money)

[personal profile] frorn 2013-01-22 02:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Not really ever having had alcohol before and with his brain being so sluggish, the 'something stronger' puzzled Jack and he tilted his head in confusion. ]

Something stronger? [ Although that could easily be misconstrued for him actually asking for something stronger. ]
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[personal profile] undroppedeaves 2013-01-22 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Miscontrued it is. Sam nods at him and goes to the bar to order him a beer, bringing it back carefully and setting it down in front of hear.] Here you go.
frorn: (I woke up with Pop Rocks stuck to my ass)

[personal profile] frorn 2013-01-22 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oops, Jack's too late in stopping him and next thing he knows he's picking up a beer and belatedly realizing that of course something stronger meant alcohol. He'd facepalm at his own dumb mistake, but his hands are full and that would probably make the misunderstanding obvious. It'd be rude not to take it now, wouldn't it? ]

Oh, uh, thanks. [ He's just gonna ... cautiously take a whiff, followed by a small sip and then do his very best not to scrunch his face at the taste. He only about half-manages. ]
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[personal profile] undroppedeaves 2013-01-23 10:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Sam wouldn't take offense at all, though he does blink confusedly.] Not to your taste?

[He knows very little about Big Folk after all.]