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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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_{( He ducks behind another structure, motioning for her to follow. )}

You could hit a target with an arrow, right?

[She follows, but gives him a look as if to say 'I'm not an idiot'.]

Yeah...

Same basic principle. Aim, shoot.

_{( I'M HORRIBLE AT GUN LOGIC SO PRETEND THERE ARE SOME SUPER AWESOME SAFETY INSTRUCTIONS HERE. )}

[Works for me.]

Seems easy enough.

It is, that. But that's prob'ly what make it so dangerous.

It ain't hard to thrust a spear into y'r belly either. [She raises her brow at him.]

Sure, but you've gotta have the strength ta lift it, and thrust it, and the skill ta aim it, and the guts ta do it.

I don't fear killin' a man. There are far more frightful things out there.

Maybe so, chère, but it's nice ta know your options.

I've got a gun. I know tha'.

As long as you're sure. _{( He nods. His job was the stealing, after all. What she did with it afterwards was up to her. )}

Y'taught me a bit. Up to me t'get better, yeah? [She raises an eyebrow.]

That's right. I've got faith, though.

Think that highly of me, do ya? [Cockiest smile ever.]

_{( He nods, but grins in turn. )}

You haven't given me a reason not ta.

Glad you've got faith in me. [She doesn't really have too many people that think well of her here.]

_{( He knows faith is hard won and bitterly lost. Most of the people who'd ever believed in him had stopped, recently, and he was still winning back their good graces inch by inch. )}

Bien sûr. You're a special woman. I could do no less.

[She raises an eyebrow.]

Special, he says. Now I'm wonderin' what you're after. [There's a playful smile, but she has thought about it. He's always been nice.]

Do I have ta be after somethin'?

You just saw, chère, I can take what I'm after.

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D'you mean the gun or the kiss? [Not that it matters. She's just pointing it out.]

What d'you think? _{( His expression is rather ambiguous. )}

You think you can steal me? [She lifts her chin to look at him, a look in her eye.]

Oh, I can steal anythin'. That's not the question.

You better be sure o' what yer sayin'. [She leans in closer to him.]

I was once stolen, but I ended up stealin' him.

_{( He reaches down to touch her hair, once, an idle and distracted gesture. )}

That's the danger, is it?

_{( He sighs and his eye go distant for a moment. )}

No one's sayin' we have ta make any promises.