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[May. 19th, 2008|12:04 am] |
At this moment, everything in the game changes to:
THE WILD WEST
And will be that way until midnight tomorrow. Journals are still around, but in paper form, but they are magically linked. Portkeys still work. |
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[May. 19th, 2008|12:12 am] |
So hey, Zee. This is gonna sound a bit odd, but bear with me.
I was having a nice day, had some chili on the stove. I bought a place to teach self-defense, so I don't have to shoot so many people. Then 'round 'bout, oh, now, I find myself in a cowboy hat in a Wild West version of Brooklyn.
So there's no chance that you accidentally said, "Evila emoc hsitef yobwoc," is there? |
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[May. 19th, 2008|12:12 am] |
A few points.
1.) Why am I dressed like an extra from Tombstone?
2.) Why are there guns in hip holsters on my person?
And most importantly:
3.) Why the fuck am I in Tombstone?
EDIT: Protip: Never stop to scribble in a journal before folding and walking away from the poker table. Never. Thank god I had enough money to buy another round of whiskey. |
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[May. 19th, 2008|12:16 am] |
Oh my. |
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[May. 19th, 2008|12:28 am] |
All I'm seeing is desert for miles.
It's okay though. No sandburn, or heat exhaustion. Why?
I look like a big granite freak again.
Fanfuckingtastic!
Anybody want to help a big rock freak out of a bad situation? Can't promise great company because I am fucking pissed but I can promise nobody will mess with you because I will beat them into oblivion. |
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[May. 19th, 2008|12:52 am] |
Feels like home.
Except without the ships. |
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[May. 19th, 2008|01:15 am] |
I can't cope with the lack of technology. I think I'm going to just go find some sort of hotel room and sleep until this passes.
Or maybe a saloon, instead. |
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[May. 19th, 2008|06:05 am] |
I want my guns back. My full equipped, personalized guns, not these ancient excuses for a pistol. The timing on these things are awful.
...And I'm wearing a skirt. |
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[May. 19th, 2008|06:43 am] |
Oh god, Carrie?
I think I'm supposed to be a prostitute.
I have to get out of here. Help? |
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[May. 19th, 2008|10:29 am] |
(OOC: Since these things are paper I figure that people might see blood on this one. It's enough to be called splatters rather than drops.)
ohgod
curlybillshotme
fuckfuckfuck
bleedingalotneedhelp |
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[May. 19th, 2008|11:13 am] |
So Edward, I thought you were a cowgirl. Why don't you and Epona and I go into town and find some stuff to do? |
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[May. 19th, 2008|11:17 am] |
So I just rode into this little town called (shit you not) Gotham Creek. The locals (varmints that they are) keep talking about some masked girl who can block bullets with her wrists and kick a man from the schoolhouse to the saloon.
I'm kinda proud of that. Even in Crazy Cowboy Land, I'm a superhero. |
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[May. 19th, 2008|11:19 am] |
This is fucking bullshit. I am so not amused.
Now I feel like Doc Brown in Back to the Future 3. I wonder if I can turn a train engine into a time machine... |
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[May. 19th, 2008|11:21 am] |
I am taking up residence in the local whorehouse if anyone needs me. Booze and hookers is just the way to pass the time here.
Cuddy, please tell me you're the madame of it. If I buy them in bulk, do I get a hooker discount? |
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[May. 19th, 2008|12:04 pm] |
Oi... this is different... |
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[May. 19th, 2008|04:05 pm] |
THIS IS NOT A HYGIENIC SITUATION FOR A CHILD TO BE IN.
THERE'S HORSE TURDS EVERYWHERE.
HELP. |
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[May. 19th, 2008|04:18 pm] |
... wait, why am I the bad guy?
Dammit. I haven't been the bad guy for... okay, for you people, at least a couple thousand of years. But still.
I hope riding a horse is sort of like riding a speeder, or at the very least, a bantha. I guess if I'm a bad guy, it'd ruin my image for me to cling to my noble steed and scream my way out of here. |
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[May. 19th, 2008|05:11 pm] |
This is different.
The all black outfit was a nice touch.
Does this mean I'm the villain? |
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[May. 19th, 2008|06:29 pm] |
Wheee this is fun! Merv! Come ride my horse! |
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[May. 19th, 2008|06:32 pm] |
Freaky. |
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[May. 19th, 2008|06:33 pm] |
Would you believe these people don't even realize they're living in America? |
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[May. 19th, 2008|06:37 pm] |
Yipee kay-yay, motherfuckers.
I'm gonna go rob a bank. Isn't that what people do around here?
I woke up with a black cowboy hat on and a gun in my face, so I figure that's the protocol. |
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[May. 19th, 2008|06:40 pm] |
If only being displaced still surprised me.
Mmm. Chaps are comfy.
But not spurs. I keep poking myself. So not cool. And the fact that when I went into the only civilization for miles, they called me 'Coyote Jonas' and told me I had a ten thousand dollar bounty for beating up their "varmint mayor." Yikes. Oh, Wild West Me! The shenanigans you get into! |
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[May. 19th, 2008|06:42 pm] |
What the…?
Someone point me to the nearest saloon. I need whiskey. Alot of it. |
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[May. 19th, 2008|07:30 pm] |
I'm in a bloody brothel.
And I might've shot a guy.
But in all fairness, he really shouldn't have tried to put his hands where they didn't belong. |
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[May. 19th, 2008|08:01 pm] |
I have not worn pants this tight since high school. They cut off circulation. If they universe wouldn't mind, spitting my jeans back out would fucking fantastic. |
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[May. 19th, 2008|08:23 pm] |
( Claire ) |
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[May. 19th, 2008|08:24 pm] |
I like this. I missed this. Not quite how it was before, but still pretty awesome. |
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[May. 19th, 2008|09:19 pm] |
I'm going to miss my horse when it turns back into my motorcycle. |
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[May. 19th, 2008|09:43 pm] |
Thank Merlin for wands. |
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[May. 19th, 2008|11:09 pm] |
So, just another protip? Never try to quit a poker game before the other guys decide you're done. Apparently that's an offense punishable by big fucking bullets in your gut. God this time period sucks.
Universe? We can get back to normal any time now, thanks so much.
Also I am so fucking glad Curly Bill gets shot to death. Couldn't happen to a nicer piece of shit.
( Claire ) |
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[May. 19th, 2008|11:14 pm] |
Okay, this plate armor crap is HOT. My balls are melting, and I didn't know my taint could sweat. And, oh, yeah, WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING. |
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[May. 19th, 2008|11:22 pm] |
Dear idiots in the past,
My sister is a witch. I'm not. Really.
Could you please stop trying to get into my cell? I'm getting really bored keeping you out.
Seriously, this angry mob thing is not what's it's cracked up to be. I wish the window were bigger.
Also, Alex, if you could be a good boyfriend and spring me from the joint, that'd be cool. Bars are sadly just as good at holding me in as keeping the others out.
( Alex ) |
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[May. 19th, 2008|11:25 pm] |
Oh. How droll. This again.
Perhaps if I turn enough of the idiots into frogs, they will stop trying to burn me for a witch, kill me as a demon, and oust me from my home.
Bah. |
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[May. 19th, 2008|11:51 pm] |
I - hard to write.
in stocks
witch
someone help
brit accnts
stoneng |
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