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BUCKLE UP: A TEST DRIVE MEME

Been feeling as if you'd sort of, kind of, maybe like to consider a new character at Poly? Haven't had the chance to figure out whether they work for you in the setting or in general?

Just start a thread for them here with:

character name | series

- in the title, and tag around! Alternatively, just comment to someone else's thread, either doing your own thing, assuming characters just met in the City, or maybe working off one of the following premises:

i. ...it's raining people! The character whom you're tagging missed the memo about perfect Fountain landings and ended up falling on your character instead.

OR

ii. ...ah, a lovely evening at a City shop or bar, when you've just realized you don't have the currency to pay your tab and you have to beg or steal it off someone else!

OR

iii. ...your characters are running up an endlessly high hill from a herd of rabid pandas.

Naturally, the meme is more than open to people who aren't currently at Poly, so pimp this to poor souls you're hoping to enable, it's the perfect time to lure'im in ♥

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[The slightest of smiles from the cowboy to the man-with-the-cow.]

Hello.

Oh! Hello.

[An idle twitch of the rope in his hand; the cow flicks an ear but doesn't even look up. Cows are cool like that.]

A lovely animal. [The horse, not the cow just now, though the cow gets her share of compliments when necessary. Walter takes a step closer to thoughtfully offer a hand-- to the horse, not the man-- to be snuffled.]

Of course, for my purposes a cow is more useful. But I wonder if Peter would like to go riding... [He looks up again, a bit more serious now.] My son. Peter Bishop. I'm looking for my son.

[Horse, being a traitor, sniffs at the offered hand. Traitor. The cowboy sitting on the horse is just going to trace along that thread of something-almost-but-not-quite-like logic there. Cows are useful, but what purpose he has for a cow here and now are not clear and one wonders. But that is, apparently, not the point. Here's the point:]

Haven't seen 'im.

[There's nothing traitorous about being friendly, cowboy. If there were wouldn't the cow be jealous? Walter rubs the horse's nose thoughtfully.]

That, now, that... is... unfortunate,

[he murmurs, falling silent a moment before brightening again. After all, he's an adult. He has a cow. There's no reason to assume he can't take care of this on his own. (Except, you know, all evidence to the contrary. Like the fact that he's lost. In a completely new universe. And has to deal with dragging around a cow.)]

Do you know of anywhere I could get a good milkshake?

[Fortification for the struggles ahead, you know.]

[That same small smile...and he takes the cigarillo from between his teeth and gestures with it. Of course.]

That cow, maybe. If she's willing.

Hah! Yes, yes, I suppose she could... she could do her part. But that would take equipment. I would need my lab. Or, at least, a kitchen.

[His tone implies that the lab would be preferable.]

Yeah, probably so.

Let us hope it doesn't come to that, eh?

[Juuuuuuust a nod, I'm afraid.]

[Right you are, mister cowboy. Walter nods in return-- decisively, though what if anything he's decided is a mystery-- and gives the horse a final pat on the side of the neck, before taking a step back toward his cow.]

You can find anything around here. If you look for it.

[Aaaaaaaaand that's his quota of advice. And, really, he does mean anything--even milkshakes.]

I hope you're right.

[He means the milkshake, in the immediate sense, though really what he hopes to find is Peter. But obviously the cowboy can't help with that. He ought to think to say thank you, but, well, he's preoccupied.]

[Preoccupied with cows and milkshakes and lost sons. What a way to go.

Cowboy tugs on the brim of his hat--call it tipping his hat.]

So long.

[And he rides on.]