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maskormenacelogs2015-06-13 10:48 am
maskormods) wrote in maskormenacelogs2015-06-13 10:48 am
Entry tags:
- !event log,
- conner kent | superboy,
- harleen quinzel | harley quinn,
- kang | n/a,
- marceline abadeer | the vampire queen,
- n/a | the midnighter,
- roxas | the key of destiny,
- † agent maine | tank,
- † alistair krei | n/a,
- † anya borzakovskaya | n/a,
- † april ludgate | janet snakehole,
- † athos | n/a,
- † aunt cass | n/a,
- † barnaby brooks jr. | n/a,
- † beelzemon | n/a,
- † bela talbot | n/a,
- † benton fraser | n/a,
- † bucky barnes | winter soldier,
- † caesar zeppeli | n/a,
- † chrollo lucilfer | n/a,
- † clark kent | superman,
- † clary fray | shadowhunter,
- † conan edogawa | n/a,
- † crocodile | mr. 0,
- † cu chulainn | lancer,
- † d'artagnan | n/a,
- † danny fenton | danny phantom,
- † demona | dominique destine,
- † dick grayson | nightwing,
- † dipper pines | n/a,
- † dorian pavus | lucerni,
- † elsa brandt | the fabricator,
- † eridan ampora | prince of hope,
- † euphemia li britannia | n/a,
- † galatea | n/a,
- † garfield logan | beast boy,
- † gazelle | n/a,
- † glitch | n/a,
- † harry hart | galahad,
- † hayley marshall-kenner|andréa labonair,
- † heiji hattori | n/a,
- † hisoka the magician | n/a,
- † hub hikari | megaman.exe,
- † illumi zoldyck | gittarackur,
- † jacob taylor | the protector,
- † jennifer keller | n/a,
- † jimmy mcgill | saul goodman,
- † jo harvelle | n/a,
- † john watson | n/a,
- † joseph joestar | n/a,
- † josuke higashikata | crazy diamond,
- † kaidan alenko | sentinel,
- † kaito kuroba | kaitou kid,
- † karen starr | power girl,
- † kay faraday | great thief yatagarasu,
- † kaylee frye | n/a,
- † ken kaneki | one eyed king,
- † killua zoldyck | n/a,
- † kitty jones | n/a,
- † lapis lazuli | n/a,
- † m'gann m'orzz | miss martian,
- † mabel pines | n/a,
- † maria thorpe | n/a,
- † marian hawke | andraste's mabari,
- † matthew lin | abduxel,
- † max briest | sphinx,
- † melkor | n/a,
- † miles edgeworth | n/a,
- † miles morales | spider-man,
- † moses sandor | n/a,
- † motoko kusanagi | the major,
- † nagachika hideyoshi | fleetfoot,
- † normie osborn | n/a,
- † pakunoda | n/a,
- † ray kowalski | n/a,
- † reika aoki | cure beauty,
- † rhys | 10 million dollars,
- † richard castle | n/a,
- † riku | darkeater,
- † riza hawkeye | the hawk's eye,
- † robert callaghan | yokai,
- † roy mustang | the flame alchemist,
- † ryoji mochizuki | n/a,
- † sabriel | abhorsen,
- † sai | n/a,
- † sam winchester | n/a,
- † sarah manning | n/a,
- † sasha blouse | n/a,
- † shiro iori | n/a,
- † sora | destiny’s key,
- † stan pines | n/a,
- † tara markov | terra,
- † the iron bull | the iron dragon,
- † tiffany doggett | n/a,
- † tobias matthews | n/a,
- † toro raymond | n/a,
- † uvogin | n/a,
- † wally west | kid flash,
- † winry rockbell | n/a,
- † yang kangmo | n/a
LET'S GO SURFIN' NOW
WHO: YOU
WHERE: Heropa, Florida.
WHEN: Saturday June 13th, all day.
WHAT: A registration beach party with a bonus murder mystery game!
WARNINGS: None anticipated; please let us know if this should be edited.
PARTYING IT UP
As the imPorts flood into the entrance of this month's Swear-In, every imPort will pass by a large table with a welcome sign hung over top of it. Spread out on display are a huge pile of brochures, something that all new imPorts are heavily encouraged to read by the smiling woman manning the booth. From this point onwards, these brochures will be supplied both at Cape Carneval upon arrival, and available at every Swear-In, ready for imPort consumption.
Slap on plenty of sunscreen and put on your swimsuits, imPorts, because it's time for a good old fashioned beach party! While there are several food stations set up, they're all restricted to working with the grill, which means that there are plenty of hot dogs, hamburgers, kebabs, grilled corn and more to go around. It's messy eating, but if you need to clean yourself off, why not go for a little swim? The water's clean and clear, ready for anyone who wishes to while their time away splashing around.
Of course, there are always more competitive people afoot, and many may notice a handy buoy some ways from the shore as an excellent point to use for racing. For imPorts who are interested in a more organized affair, there are several courts set up for a spirited game of beach volleyball, battling against the city's own native population. ImPorts are asked to play fairly -- no powers allowed! Of course, some imPorts may try to sneak in a power or two, but wouldn't be much fun to cheat against people who have no way of retaliating, now would it? For those who enjoy their feats of daring, pits of red-hot coals are set up - and carefully supervised - for anyone who wishes to try their hand at it, though a medical tent isn't too far off. Once everyone's properly overheated from all that exercise, swimming races will be held, a faraway buoy serving as the finish line.
Not too interested in joining in on all of those people sweating and running around? Not to worry! Huge, white tents dot the generous expanse of beach, fully equipped with lounge chairs and tables for people to take their food to. Along the beach itself are several colourful, fluffy beach towels, just waiting for anyone hoping to get a nice tan out of the day.
Once the games start to wrap up and the sun begins to fall, the beach will be transformed into a place not for competition, but for camaraderie. Firepits will be set up, framed with logs used for seating, and all the ingredients for s'mores will be freely provided! Sit around the fire for a spell, make some s'mores, play a little music and tell a few stories before the day slowly draws to a close.
A BEACHSIDE MURDER MYSTERY
As 5 PM strikes, all participants in the murder games will be ushered away from the festivities on the beach into a somber looking tent, cordoned off from everyone else. Inside is a lavish enough spread to make one forget that they're still technically on the same grounds as a beach party. The long, intimidating looking table has a pristine white tablecloth draped over it, and each place at the table is set with expensive looking plates and cutlery, with the silver candelabras in the middle of the table setting the mood.
Each imPort will have been given their role in the whole affair before their arrival, so all that's left to do is take a seat, nibble on the hors d'oeuvres and start getting to know each other... and to hope that they're not the first ones killed. The prizes for winning include an all-expense-paid condo in the winner's Porter city of choice, as well as a brand new hovercar; should both killers win, they will be expected to share this prize. Should the voters win, more cars and up to three more condos will be added to the prize pool to be dispersed/shared evenly among the winners.
WHERE: Heropa, Florida.
WHEN: Saturday June 13th, all day.
WHAT: A registration beach party with a bonus murder mystery game!
WARNINGS: None anticipated; please let us know if this should be edited.
PARTYING IT UP
As the imPorts flood into the entrance of this month's Swear-In, every imPort will pass by a large table with a welcome sign hung over top of it. Spread out on display are a huge pile of brochures, something that all new imPorts are heavily encouraged to read by the smiling woman manning the booth. From this point onwards, these brochures will be supplied both at Cape Carneval upon arrival, and available at every Swear-In, ready for imPort consumption.
Slap on plenty of sunscreen and put on your swimsuits, imPorts, because it's time for a good old fashioned beach party! While there are several food stations set up, they're all restricted to working with the grill, which means that there are plenty of hot dogs, hamburgers, kebabs, grilled corn and more to go around. It's messy eating, but if you need to clean yourself off, why not go for a little swim? The water's clean and clear, ready for anyone who wishes to while their time away splashing around.
Of course, there are always more competitive people afoot, and many may notice a handy buoy some ways from the shore as an excellent point to use for racing. For imPorts who are interested in a more organized affair, there are several courts set up for a spirited game of beach volleyball, battling against the city's own native population. ImPorts are asked to play fairly -- no powers allowed! Of course, some imPorts may try to sneak in a power or two, but wouldn't be much fun to cheat against people who have no way of retaliating, now would it? For those who enjoy their feats of daring, pits of red-hot coals are set up - and carefully supervised - for anyone who wishes to try their hand at it, though a medical tent isn't too far off. Once everyone's properly overheated from all that exercise, swimming races will be held, a faraway buoy serving as the finish line.
Not too interested in joining in on all of those people sweating and running around? Not to worry! Huge, white tents dot the generous expanse of beach, fully equipped with lounge chairs and tables for people to take their food to. Along the beach itself are several colourful, fluffy beach towels, just waiting for anyone hoping to get a nice tan out of the day.
Once the games start to wrap up and the sun begins to fall, the beach will be transformed into a place not for competition, but for camaraderie. Firepits will be set up, framed with logs used for seating, and all the ingredients for s'mores will be freely provided! Sit around the fire for a spell, make some s'mores, play a little music and tell a few stories before the day slowly draws to a close.
A BEACHSIDE MURDER MYSTERY
As 5 PM strikes, all participants in the murder games will be ushered away from the festivities on the beach into a somber looking tent, cordoned off from everyone else. Inside is a lavish enough spread to make one forget that they're still technically on the same grounds as a beach party. The long, intimidating looking table has a pristine white tablecloth draped over it, and each place at the table is set with expensive looking plates and cutlery, with the silver candelabras in the middle of the table setting the mood.
Each imPort will have been given their role in the whole affair before their arrival, so all that's left to do is take a seat, nibble on the hors d'oeuvres and start getting to know each other... and to hope that they're not the first ones killed. The prizes for winning include an all-expense-paid condo in the winner's Porter city of choice, as well as a brand new hovercar; should both killers win, they will be expected to share this prize. Should the voters win, more cars and up to three more condos will be added to the prize pool to be dispersed/shared evenly among the winners.
B!
Jimmy lingers nearby, watching, until she finally speaks.
He takes that as his opportunity to, of course, jump in and be nosy.]
I could do without all the humidity and gators, myself.
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And the sun. And people. And smell. You're the new Electro knock-off, aren't you.
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Is chocolate bad for raccoons the same way it's bad for dogs?]
That'd be me. [He doesn't look too pleased about the title, but there's truth to it, so it's not like he can argue.] I'm a time-traveler too, apparently.
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[The little guy doesn't quite seem to believe he's being refused- but after a moment finally shuffles off to finish eating. But April doesn't really notice. She's not too sure how she feels about a new shocker running around...
But it's not like the porter cares.]
Don't tell me you're secretly another musketeer.
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[Which is kind of a weird response, he knows, but considering the situation...
Jimmy stares after the raccoon, then directs his gaze back at April.]
Just another lawyer-turned-judge.
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[She may not be a lawyer, but she certainly works in and among them. And she can only imagine the pay raises that come with having judges owe her.]
Unless you're another Judy clone.
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[THE SAME KIND OF LAWYER YOU ALREADY ARE, JIMMY.
He grins suddenly, lopsided.]
And what about you, huh? You have plans to get into trouble?
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[Let's not pretend here. And he's getting offered s'mores from all sides now.]
And I don't get into trouble. Laws have changed to accommodate that fact.
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Very slowly and very gently, he plucks a s'more from a little black paw.]
I bet you could still get into trouble if you really wanted to.
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[Once the tiny bit of fur is brushed off, it's a very well made little treat. Browned marshmallow instead of a burned one that's been put out. For April's part, she keeps to strict dead pan even while joking (?) about bribing a judge to get out of future sentencing.]
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Oh, this place.
He takes a bite and chews slowly, making a show of thinking over his response.]
Mm, I dunno... might be more than you can afford.
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[She doesn't go into the russian accent, but it's a near thing.]
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I'm listening.
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[Or do. Chances are she will forget about this and those packages are from actual dangerous people. But there's a chance of follow through!!1]
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[He hums thoughtfully, taking another bite.]
Maybe I oughta get my own PO box. You know, just for bribes. Wouldn't want my roommates askin' questions.
[Especially since Jimmy spends most of his time at home doggy-paddling in the sea of goodness and morality that makes up that house.
And he's not a very good swimmer, so.]
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[Being one of them didn't make them not the worst. It just made her appreciate all the more how terrible they were.]
But you could just pick things up at the DA's office.
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[So there's.
That.]
Anyway, I could, but that seems like tempting fate.
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[Judging America. Or America On Trial. Something. It would be a good follow up to Jeff's show, anyway.]
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[God knows plenty of other people do, which is why that doesn't exactly sound like an honest invitation.]
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[Honesty, shmonesty. April has a deep conviction to never refuse free things.]
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[He could, or Cass could, or Armin could, or Steve —
Actually, he's never seen Steve cook.
But he probably can.
...right?]