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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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I wasn't plannin' on shootin' you. I wouldn't waste the bullets showin' you

Then I have no choice but to believe you actually can't shoot anything with it.

I don't need to prove nothin' to the likes o' you.

Of course you don't. And if you can't, you can't, and that's perfectly all right.

[She picks up the gun, holding it with two hands before she clicks it back and fires it, not far from his head.]

Would y'like me t'show you again?

[there are few things that startle or scare Arthur Pendragon--but this, this is like a thunderclap right next to his head, and he actually hears something whistle by his head-- and he stumbles to the side a little, his hand going for his hip, as if to grab for his sword--]

Good God! What the hell-- [and even as his shock fades, he realizes that this is exactly what she wanted, and he is not going to get to live this down.

just... great.]

You said you weren't going to waste it!

[She's getting used to the blow back, but the look on his face nearly has her doubling over with laughter.]

Might want to check yer trousers. Sure y've not pissed yerself, your highness?

Oh, shut up!

[he barks it at her, irritably.]

Anyone would have been startled by that noise-- isn't there any way to silence it!

[Oh, still laughing.]

You wanted me t'do it. Next time maybe y'should listen.

I wanted you to show your skill at it, not to nearly kill me! If you can't tell the difference between the two requests, perhaps you'er not to be trusted with the weapon at all!

Maybe if y'listened to me or just shut up-- or I don't know, weren't such a prick, I wouldn't've had do.

You're trying to make this my fault?

If y'listened to me, we wouldn't be havin' this conversation. Also, I have no problems shootin' your head off. I just don't want to get blood on the clothes a friend o' mine made.

[Gwen would be thrilled she just called her a friends.]

I'm so glad human lives mean less to you than clean clothes.

[he says it as scathingly as he can, and he's starting to recover now, so it comes out pretty well indeed.]

Actually, I'm surprised you've even made friends, given your bad attitude and poor manners.

You're the one who nearly pissed himself just now. [Reminding you of that.]

I'd be more surprised if you have, given your arrogance and stupidity.

[IGNORING THAT thank you]

I have plenty, actually. Perhaps it's my manners. Or the fact that I don't insult everyone.

I don't insult everyone. Just entilted, li'l boys. [She plasters on a wide, smug smile.]

[YGRITTE YOU ARE THE WORST. there will come a day, very soon, where he will develop a twitch in response to each boy that she uses. as it is, he settles for a scowl.]

Really. So you're hanging around out here, by yourself, because... you wanted some alone time?

Actually, yeah. It's too bloody hot t'be in there with anyone. Rather be out here.

One thing we can actually agree on.

[and that's as much a surprise to him as it is to anyone. Arthur folds his arms over his chest, glancing around at their barren surroundings.]

I suppose you've not concerned yourself with this ridiculous election?

While I'm all for the idea of it, it's none better than makin' y'kneel if the people aren't actually votin' for'im.

[It makes her like the Initiative less.]

Thought you'd be all on this, since you apparently kiss the Initiative's arse.

[he snorts.]

You see only what you wish to see. I've explained this to you, I cooperate with the Initiative so I can return to Camelot. That doesn't mean I think this voting thing is actually a good idea.

At least they pick their leaders. [Let's get into this arguement, shall we?]

[oh do let's.]

Unfairly. Clearly. As we're here to influence that decision.

Better than lettin' some son take the throne jus' cuz his father had the title. [Apparent look right at you.]