exsiliumlogs | (no subject) (part 2)

[Basically, brawls all around. And while they can take them ooooon better not.]

Camp sounds good! We'll test it on each other first!

[WAIT IS SHE GOING TO BE AT CAMP ALONE WITH K-K-KAZU-SAMA.]

[But they probably ended up with some weird souvenirs along the way!

Emily gives the place a strange look, because just as they stopped in front of it, a woman with a voluptuous body and a super tight dress came greeting some really rich noble looking guy before they saunter on in.]

...I guess, we'll have to take a look?

I don't know... A lot of people don't want to be my friends because of that. Back in my world, I mean. [ she's also shy and awkward and surrounded by horrible people. see: judal. ]

[That's basically his role in life, though! Judal's just... making full use of it...

And however grating his attitude might be, he does make a valid point, a point that sees Kazu slouching further into his hoodie as his gaze slants to the side. Standing there with the horse's no real support. Compared to the way he reacted over Kougyoku, he doesn't seem half as inclined to defend himself.]

Yeah, yeah—so I'll get on it.

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Not to mention, going to be pretty painful once the one being thrown lands on it.

[...yep]

[Meeting Judal's eyes again, then.]

She'll nail it next time.

[ She spots the threatening altercation, or whatever it even is, from across the street. For a little bit she hesitates, because it really isn't any of her business and she's wearing the sort of clothes that have a lot more to do with dying of heat than being able to handle trouble, but then she crosses the street anyways, takes his arm as if he's escorting her. ]

Pardon us, but he really needs to be lying down out of the heat. [ And hopefully that will be all, because she's in a bad mood and she wants to hit someone and it really wouldn't be a good idea. ]

[ Looking stupidly proud of himself as he wraps this scarf around his neck FUCK YEAH. After straightening it up, he walks over and drops a different cowboy hat down on Shirou's head. ]

Your turn.

A - Vote For Moony!
When her charisma quickly betrayed her as an outspoken woman in her attempts to wrack up the votes for Moony Jackson, Asami turned to other methods that meant sacrificing a room at the inn for clothes. That wasn't a problem: she could tough out Mother Nature for a week if all else failed. What bothered her was a short loss of dignity, but only a little bit. It also pleased her how much a plunge of her neckline, a flip of her hair, a wink and a well-practiced "sweetie" could do.

Working a saloon in the daytime was quiet. She cleaned more tables than she served and earned next to nothing. At night is when she got to work, exhibiting her wiles and smiles around the talk of town politics, and the honey-sweet accent came to her naturally. "Moony Jackson? Tell me more!" and, "Oh, he sounds like a sweetie! I think little old me would feel safe with a real man like that in charge around here," and even a sparing kiss on the cheek seemed to do the trick. As for his opponent, statements like, "What a mean man!" would suffice. Not too smart to throw a man off, but highly effective. Of course, she still earned next to nothing.

Depending on what the other Transports were wearing, it was sometimes difficult to tell who was a native and who wasn't, so she kept up the act for everyone. Sure, it was mind-numbing, but a part of her was having a little fun flirting with gentlemen.

B - NNNNNNO.
And at the end of the night, she crashed. Hard. Some time would be spent outside trying to find someone she knew or anyone she could talk to without sounding like a ditz. If she couldn't find a room inside, she chose the wilderness, made a bed out of the clothes she arrived with and shut her eyes. The petty penny she made was spent on a blanket.

It took a long time to get any sleep, however, thanks to the local wildlife. She kept her glove nearby in case she was forced to roast anything.

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[ Ros has not taken this mission with particularly good grace. The clothes, the subpar alcohol, the heat, the looks she sometimes gets, and the absolutely quiet nature of it all. None of this is inclined to make her particularly pleased.

However, there are bars. And while it's not the alcohol she prefers, it is still decidedly enough to get drunk on. So that's where she's coming, stopping as sh walks in to look at Tony with a slight raise of one eyebrow. Right. ]

One for me, and one for the gentleman. [ Ordering as she sits down next to him. ]

( she smiles in response, a little stronger than before. )

Thank you very much. ( taking a seat, Madoka gives a sigh. ) I can't believe how hungry you can get just trying to talk to people, it must be the heat here.

[ No more staring off into the distance for her. Hearing the voice has her tilt her head upwards at the boy, peering at him from under her oversized cowgirl hat. ]

...mii. [ A small smile creeps up on her face and she gives a polite bow of her head. ] Good evening to you.

Mii! [ She squeaks loudly in surprise, not suspecting to be hugged out of nowhere! Her cowgirl hat falls to the side of her head. ]

Mii... [ That one comes out as a sigh. ]

Sounds like a long story... [ Even with the bare bones, Kazu can sort of guess where they're coming from, but nonetheless: ] ...That kinda stuff shouldn't matter here, right? This's not your world.

Not like I wouldn't have talked to you if I'd known—maybe just cursed less.

[ She'll just cry "mii, mii" for Snow to pick her up if she's in danger of being stomped on... ]

...of course. I will find you the most gallant steed.

(From here)

Asami's campsite wasn't elaborate, because not only was she inexperienced at roughing it, but also she was too tired and mopey to care. This wasn't her first time sleeping on the ground, however, and she could take it even if she didn't particularly like it. The likelihood of being able to find a friend or acquaintance to room with was actually high, but even Asami was guilty of dwelling on herself every now and then. The difference between her and many was that she kept her navel gazing in the privacy of nighttime, when she was sure to be alone, and during the week that's what she wanted.

It was hard to feel sorry for herself when creepy-crawlies were threatening to skitter beneath her blanket and into her clothes, and the approaching footsteps cranked her restlessness when she convinced herself it was something like a boar-q-pine coming her way. She jolted up and squinted into the darkness, realized it was a person, and suddenly felt none too glamorous.

"Korra?" she asked, because she was one part on her mind.

[TO THE KOGARASUMARU BASE, WILD WEST BRANCH, which may or may not be a blight on the local scenery by now. Probably not too bad with Kougyoku and Emily around.]

Geez, with tech like this you'd think they could whip up something to rig the ballots.

Always preferred to let my actions speak for themselves. Worked well enough back home.

[ He grins, reaching for the biggest pair of boots on offer. Obviously just the hat isn't enough. ]

You help someone for the right reasons, they don't care about anything else. All that matters is lendin' a hand in the first place.

[Well, since they're in the correct time period...

He's going to point his index finger at the other guy and say:]

Howdy, pardner.

[Complete with a butchered accent.]

(From here)

Asami was thrilled about the effect she was having on the clientele. The optimistic part of her thought that maybe if she did a well enough job on this mission, she could save herself a few otherwise future ones. It was unlikely, but it was a reason to give it her all nonetheless; and besides, she was able to sneak her first taste of ale, and it was unique enough to appreciate. It was also definitely an acquired taste.

The faces were becoming blurs to her. Without restaurant experience, she had to be reminded every now and then that there was a new customer waiting for her, and usually that reminder came in a holler. When Jake seated himself at a table and simply waited to catch someone's attention, he slipped under her radar until he was brought to her attention.

She wore a genuinely apologetic face when she approached him in a hurry, causing that fake accent of hers to slip a little. "I am so sorry to keep you waiting, sir! Welcome to Two Whoops and a Holler, just tell me what you need and I'll grab it for you right away, sweetie."

So cute...

*The good news is Pidonus wasn't doing anything more than glomping the adorable young girl. The bad news is, she didn't seem to be letting go, either.*

*The black-dressed succubus blinked a few times.*

... Well, sorta.

I can make Ride checks decently at least.

You look like you're looking for someplace a tad cooler than... Well, anywhere in this town.

*The oddly-dressed girl behind him was only loosely recognizable, until Tony remembered the formal winter party back in Versailles.*

Did they really have to send us someplace so... Well, this?

[Steph's been away from the town most of the day, getting some space, and she's heading back to where she's staying when she spots a tent set up. It's not that she doesn't have faith in the other Transports, but she's seen a bunch of kids and young women and figures it might be an idea just to check, to make sure whoever's out here has everything under control.

She purposefully makes noise as she approaches, rather than treading silently like she normally would, because sneaking up on people in the middle of nowhere is kind of dangerous. As soon as she's close enough, the first thing she notices is the shambles of a fire, mostly because it's starting to get dark and the heat of the day is seeping away quickly]

Need a hand with that?

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option number one, pls

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Asami Sato | Open | Response tags from previous threads on the waaaay!

slams into with option two now

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For Shinji

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Re: For Pidonus

B

Re: Tony Stark ¤ OPEN FOR BUSINESS

→ the fire option! because why not