A | [Utena's pretty psyched about this new mission: it's the first real one she's been on since her arrival, and the Wild West is exciting to her rather than frightening. The cloaking device has changed her hair to a lovely golden blonde, but she's still easily distinguishable. Her outfit is pretty accurate...were it not for the fact that she's wearing mens' clothing, something that's earning her a lot of odd looks. It fits her well enough — the shirt is a little too long in the arms and baggy in the chest, and the jeans have some bunching near the knees, but she actually doesn't look bad. The boots at least fit, as does the cowboy hat she's found.
She's all gungho about helping with the voting, but the fact of the matter is, not many people pay attention to girls in this day and age, particularly younger ones. After a while of playing nice and getting a lot of "little ladies" and condescending "sweethearts," our heroine is getting kind of pissed off, and so is about to make a display of herself.
Loudly, she's trying to get some of the would-be voters attention in the middle of town.]
Hey! Hey, over here! —Jeez, are you even listening?
[If you're dressed like a local, it's possible she may mistake you for one, and grab your arm to get your attention, heedless to any potential gunfights or danger or anything of the sort.]
B | [Night has fallen, the sky is painted with stars, and Utena has found a harmonica. She's set up a tent for herself and Anthy, and is fumbling with the little musical instrument, trying to get a decent enough song out of it. She's still wearing her cowboy hat too, tilted over her eyes. She thinks she looks cool as hell, seriously.
When she's not doing this, she's watching the stars. If anyone bothers to make conversation with her about it, they might be surprised to note she knows quite a bit about them. She points out a few here and there.
And if neither of those options strike your fancy, maybe you might want to help her make a fire? She doesn't seem to be doing the best job at it, and unfortunately she doesn't have any magical powers to help her along.]
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She's all gungho about helping with the voting, but the fact of the matter is, not many people pay attention to girls in this day and age, particularly younger ones. After a while of playing nice and getting a lot of "little ladies" and condescending "sweethearts," our heroine is getting kind of pissed off, and so is about to make a display of herself.
Loudly, she's trying to get some of the would-be voters attention in the middle of town.]
Hey! Hey, over here! —Jeez, are you even listening?
[If you're dressed like a local, it's possible she may mistake you for one, and grab your arm to get your attention, heedless to any potential gunfights or danger or anything of the sort.]
B | [Night has fallen, the sky is painted with stars, and Utena has found a harmonica. She's set up a tent for herself and Anthy, and is fumbling with the little musical instrument, trying to get a decent enough song out of it. She's still wearing her cowboy hat too, tilted over her eyes. She thinks she looks cool as hell, seriously.
When she's not doing this, she's watching the stars. If anyone bothers to make conversation with her about it, they might be surprised to note she knows quite a bit about them. She points out a few here and there.
And if neither of those options strike your fancy, maybe you might want to help her make a fire? She doesn't seem to be doing the best job at it, and unfortunately she doesn't have any magical powers to help her along.]