1st bullet: [ visual ] yeah, i like horses but...

[gunsnponies]

[ Butch knows how to write, well, normally, at least. He doesn't really know how to write with hooves, even if he's spent his whole life more or less surrounded by horses. And he doesn't know or notice that he turns of the video feed is purely accidential. ]

Damnit, shit, that being a horse'd be this tricky---fuck! What am I supposed to do with this crap anyways? Like a one-line diary or something?

[ And then he notices that there's weird stuff happening with the scroll. ]

Woah, whatthe--!? Moving picture. Why is there a picture anyways? Why's it moving---how's it moving? Shit.

[ He tries to get to his guns but with not being used to this anatomy, he simply topples over ungracefully, and lets out a long string of rough curses. ]

This is not what I had intended to do today, goddamnit!

Comments

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[millionbitpipes]

More or less. I did meet a zebra earlier...at least, I'm assumin' she wasn't just some kinda really stripey pony. She was a local anyway, I ain't seen anyone who turned into anythin' but this.

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[gunsnponies]

Zebra, that's a striped type'a horse, right? From some country that's not close to the U.S of A.

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[millionbitpipes]

Africa, yeah. [Yeah, he knows it's a continent, but hay if he knows where exactly they live.]

You're from the U.S., too?

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[gunsnponies]

Right. Furthest from the U.S. I've been is Argentina so I've never seen one.

Ah, yeah. I take it you are as well?

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[millionbitpipes]

Yep. I was on tour in Baltimore when I woke up here, in the year 2012. There's a couple others runnin' around, about the same time period.

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[gunsnponies]

[ Receive some ... long staring. ]

2012? Wow, that's damn far ahead. I'm from 1908. Do they still have easily-robbed banks?

[ And excuse him while he thinks you're talking about 'tour' as in 'robbing tour'. He knows nothing of any other type. ]

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[millionbitpipes]

I...wouldn't know.

[Excuse him while he gives you a very odd look. From his point of view, that came completely out of nowhere.]

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[gunsnponies]

Huh? Did I say something weird? Sundance always says I say weird things but I didn't think I've said anything weird yet..

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[millionbitpipes]

...nah, don't sweat it.

[That's not even something he wants to get into right now.]

What's your name, anyway?

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[gunsnponies]

[ Very well, not every outlaw (he'll be convinced until told otherwise) wants to talk about it openly about their profession after all. ]

Oh, right! Name's Butch Cassidy, nice t'meet ya. What's yours?

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[millionbitpipes]

[He would only be slightly offended. The name doesn't ring a bell right now, though later he probably would connect it with the mention of a Sundance.]

Harvey Finevoice. Nice meetin' you too.

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[gunsnponies]

[ Well that's good. Because he's likely to ask later. And it's not like he's expecting there to be more him in other worlds. Maybe he should, but he doesn't think of that. ]

Oh? I used to know a guy named Harvey once.

[ This far, this kid and Logan were a damn lot different, though. ]

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[millionbitpipes]

Oh, yeah? That doesn't happen too often. It ain't a real common name anymore.

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[gunsnponies]

It ain't? [ Really? ] Right, you're from the future. [ Names came and went, he guessed. ]

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[millionbitpipes]

Yeah, a lotta things'll change in that kinda time...

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[gunsnponies]

Sure seems like it. What sorta things have happened in those hundred years?

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[millionbitpipes]

Geez, where the hay do I start...well, we've sent guys into space?

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[gunsnponies]

That's ridiculous, how'd that even work? You're tryin' ta pull my leg, ain't ya? It sounds way too far-fetched.

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[millionbitpipes]

Hay, I've been up there a couple times. Not many folks get to do that without the government bein' involved, but... [He shrugs.] It ain't all that bad.

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[gunsnponies]

>i>Seriously? But how'd that work? I mean, it's so damn far away, right? And--the government? [ Sorry, not too fond of people of position, on the right side of the law. Or even if they were corrupt people of power, he didn't like those much either. ]

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[millionbitpipes]

[Don't worry, he isn't either.]

Yeah, takes a hell of a lot of money to make the rockets and stuff to get up there, so pretty much all of it's bankrolled by the feds. I just happened to know a guy.

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[gunsnponies]

Then why do they even make'm? And what gives the tops rights? Just because they're up in the top? ...wait, they get the money outta the banks for it or how do they get the money? They don't pay for it themselves, right? It wouldn't be like those powerful people.

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[millionbitpipes]

Pretty sure it's taxpayer money. [Said with the nonchalance of a man who rarely if ever actually pays them.]

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[gunsnponies]

I thought they removed income tax 1872. [ Not that he paid them either. Besides, income tax had been introduced only four years before he was born, and it wasn't like he knew much, since it was removed again after only ten years. ]

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[millionbitpipes]

Did they? [Tax history is not his strong suit.] Well, they put it back sometime, they've had it my whole life.

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[gunsnponies]

At least from what I've been told. I was only a kid myself back then. They never had it during my life, unless they reintroduced it after I left the States.