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Dr Jonathan Crane / Scarecrow ([personal profile] anxiogenic) wrote in [community profile] maskormenacelogs2015-08-15 10:11 am
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Fearfest 2k15

WHERE: De Chima University; exhibition center and campus grounds.
WHEN: Saturday August 15th, 4.45pm start.
WHAT: A registration at the annual technology fair, with a fireworks display!
WARNINGS: Non-consensual use of fear toxin, disturbing mental images, cannibalism and violence. Characters are going to be a psychological mess.

"A kind of light spread out from her. And everything changed color. And the world opened out. And a day was good to awaken to. And there were no limits to anything. And the people of the world were good and handsome. And I was not afraid any more."
- John Steinbeck, East of Eden.

Disunity had been the aim of last month's game. Secrets and lies and truths in fiction. Suspicions in minds. Doubts on tongues. Gossip block-printed in rags. Newspapers, from tabloids to broadsheets, had carried the news; some left-leaning publications had made a greater dinner of the expose than others. Scandalous magazines and imPort celebrity weeklies showed versions of the same 'exclusive', and many daytime shows pandered to the demographic who believed there was nothing to worry about if you had nothing to hide.

The last swearing-in of the summer has people gathering in the Exhibition Center of De Chima University, where certain imPorts have worked before. Spread out over the campus, every imPort will rub shoulders with the local students and faculty of the School of Applied Technology. Inside they will see a staircase with an events banner strung over the atrium. Outside there are modern interpretations of classical statues, on square plinths, and inside there's metal sculptures of scientific and technological principles. Rules discovered by those who studied the world they lived in; procedures and concepts of both organic and inorganic forces. Next to them are standing banners flapping in the breeze, tied to weights, to which blue, purple and silver balloons have been tied with thin string.

The Exhibition Center, located next to the park, is hosting the annual highlights of scientific progress this Saturday evening. The spacious Exhibition Hall that occupies most of the interior space serves as the focal point for the annual technology fair, and expects a smart-casual dress code. The focus of this evening is on medical technology and the benefits imPort involvement can bring. People are free to wander in and out of the building as they wish. The forecast is for a warm, clear evening, with no coastal wind or rain to bring cool relief. People are also free to wander around the center to explore rooms and corridors not locked and bolted to the crowd. Everyone is free to investigate for troublemakers or to cut through the crowd - or to see what isn't locked down and there for thieving. But try not to be caught by the security cameras!

If you climb upstairs or catch a lift to the upper levels of the Center, you will be able to access the grand and expansive glass floor that gives you a bird's eye view of the Exhibition Hall far below - if you've got the guts! There's a stack of supplies stored behind a large exhibition banner attached to the far wall, and you may peek inside to check them out. There's nothing that seems suspicious. A couple of anti-flammable canisters, containing nothing more suspicious than foam. Just try to enjoy the sights beneath your feet.

MEDTEC - the National Exhibition for AMERICAN Medical Technology

With the minutes passing by, with hundreds of figures in the crowd moving between the Exhibition Hall and the various function rooms, the event seems to pass without celebration or accident. That is no promise the evening will be uneventful.


The doors are thrown open to the crowd, who are free to collect their passes in advance from any available kiosk, or by digital means; electronic tickets on their phones to hard passes collected from the mailman or the University's box office. For those last-minute registrations, passes are available just inside the doors. Feel free to arrive early or wander in ten minutes before closing. It's all good!

MEDTEC - 4.45PM - 8PM

Get out on the floor. You are free to watch any of the displays local companies and R+D have to offer. This is a good time to watch the crowds or to slip out for a visit to the rest of the center. If you wander upstairs, you'll find locked corridors and rooms. But feel free to wander towards the glass ceiling that's above the Exhibition Hall.

Companies who provide to both civilians and the military are here - though you'll notice a lack of high-level technology for the latter. There's a hexagonal stage at the back of the Exhibition Hall that's standing ready for the imPort displays coming later. Please do not touch the tech if signs say not to. But don't think that means you can't try.


The stage is lit. You may want to head over if you wish to see what your fellow imPorts have cooked up - or even to put on your own show! You'll get an explanation about the cash prizes on offer, and the scholarships. Or you'll wonder why you're watching this ass-patting when there's hardly an inch of space anywhere around the stage.


The Exhibition Hall is closed. The function room next door is thrown open for imPort milling. Make friends around the tables and order free food and drinks from the bar. Sit back, throw your feet up and take a load off. Lighten up! You're here to let your hair down. Please listen out for the public address that announces the upcoming awards show in Conference Room 2, and the fireworks display that's scheduled at 9:10pm outside. You'll get a good view of it from the park.


To those exploring the grounds outside the center. Have fun. The balmy night is perfect for walking around without a jacket. Feel free to sling it over your shoulder and enjoy the hot summer air. How the hell is it this warm, anyway? Don't jump in the fountain by the park, kids. Don't put bubble-bath or soap in it, either. Go past it and check out the park, or not. 7You may like to step back into the city. Just be careful of the traffic.

You are free to avoid the main roads for smaller side-streets, but that won't help you. The trash bins hold too much litter. You may wish to investigate them, but will find nothing. But much of the urban area and parkland is turned to a new, sinister purpose. There are minute bombs hidden in drains, or in flower baskets. In every miniscule place in the corner of your eye that escapes your notice. Timed devices primed to detonate in sync with the green and yellow fireworks overhead.

At 9.30PM, the earth will seem to split open and rumble. People screech and shriek about a range of hallucinations; from finding their loved one's body in the city morgue, to being the meal for a pack of monsters, to a flock of crows diving from the railings and rooftops to rip them apart. Those terrified of spiders see nothing but; on the floor, in windows, crawling up the walls. Some folk cough and splutter. Unable to breathe, they suffer a heart attack and can die on the spot. Others are given to a frenzy by the gas, and some experience flashbacks to hideous crimes - except they are the lunatic responsible for murdering children, or the killer stalking people through the streets at night.

It smells of pollution. It smells of fireworks. It smells of street food. There's the sound of blaring horns due to the traffic. There's the smell of fire, caused by the delirious rioting, and blood spilled by those around them, whom they cannot see. The gas enters cars, apartments and buildings with their windows open; the chaos echoes indoors as much as out. Those driven to a murderous lunacy pursue other victims of the gas through a twisted, nightmare version of their neighborhood, and violently resist any calls to cease and desist.

The gas hangs heavy on the air and fills the campus, engulfing the streets, entering the university buildings and student apartments. People around you are panicking, violent, delirious. You might experience what they do. You might hear the screaming, the illegible yelling and see cowering people talking of spiders, ghosts and scarecrows. You might rush indoors to help. You might meet friends who you wish to kill. Or you might run off in a manic state - unable to realize you're running into open traffic. Oh dear.


Celebration time. The University has arranged a judging panel that has deliberated on the technology imPorts put on offer - this is the hour where your contributions to local society are being noticed and celebrated. Between the floor and stage, to the assembled chairs and technological displays dotted around the vacant exhibition hall, there's little standing room. You're free to stare down from the glass ceiling high above, or to stand at the back of the crowd below, but don't crowd the doors.

At 9.30PM, with the judges leaving the hexagonal stage so the Head of Applied Technology can present the first award, you might hear a loud hiss of air. A gas leak! The particles are colorless till they meet the oxygen in the room and form a grey cloud that fills every inch of space, from the upper echelons of the ceiling above the glass, to the chairs and the floor down below.

It doesn't smell, and the effects are instantaneous. All noises and images will twist and warp. You might find the neon lights burn as hot as sun-fire. You might see the room on fire and hear the horrific screaming of those trapped and dying in the ruined building you now find yourself in. Perhaps you smell ashes. Or perhaps you smell saltwater and brine - you're drowning! Or you might be one of the few. The brave. The unaffected. Look around and you will see some in the crowd clawing their faces to oust whatever they think is wriggling beneath their skin. They scream and they cry. Others devour their own skin, suffering from hunger - or they eat the flesh of others. They turn on each other. They turn on you.

If that's not enough there's a different show in store. You might be unfortunate enough to be on the glass floor when it kicks off. Enjoy it or don't. It's all the same.

GOGO - 9.30PM - 10PM

At 9.30PM, you may think the metal warping around you is just another part of the hallucination. But it's real. The expo hall groans as the walls react to another power, and the displays twist as if a greater force is squeezing them and pulling.

Before too long, the smaller things rattle and jump back and forth across the room. Pens, instruments, small change, etc; even piercings will tug at the skin with increasing force until they may just rip out to join the rising storm of metal. You can stay and test your luck, dodging unpredictable attacks, or you can risk escaping into the night, out from underneath an increasingly unstable roof. Just pray the decoration in the hall doesn't crash into you as you flee.

At 10PM, the stress of the chaos is finally too much for the expo hall. The supports have twisted beyond recognition, the walls damaged by their own warping and displays crashing into them at force. There's a loud crack as one of the supports snaps under the weight of the glass ceiling and with a heavy shudder the whole network starts to unravel and sends the ceiling crashing down. Anyone on the second floor may be lucky enough to get out of the way before it drops, or perhaps they can grab hold of a railing that will creak under their weight.

Or maybe you are one of the unlucky ones who rides the glass from above, all the way to where it shatters across the floor.


Ten minutes past the hour, as a loud bang echoes for each firework shot into the night, the sky over the park is filled with the sort of brilliance one would only see on the Fourth of July. You might ask what's a nighttime event without fireworks, anyway?

For that charming couple on their date, to the curious student, an extravagant display comes on the rocket-propelled tails of rockets and bombs and flares. Look to the sky and lose yourselves in the colors as they appear - crimson stars and butterflies, and the pink crackling comets that leave behind a tail of effects. A red geometric circle of lines and dots glitter and break apart into smaller circles, then scatter and disappear, their fuel and powder spent. Memories of the sight are left behind; the smoke barely visible overhead; the smoldering gunpowder - and the warm company of whoever you're with. Perhaps you're one of those unafraid to visit such events alone. Perhaps you have a brilliant memory and the sight has burned itself into your eyes. One display follows another till the last; the end of a 25 minute display mentioned over the public address and published in the brochure.

At 9.30PM, the fireworks fizzle out. The display is over. It should be over. Then there's one more show - a collection of rockets and flares colored in yellows and greens, the colors one associates with poison and sees in cornfields. The colors are sickly and nausea-inducing as they explode in the night sky. It's just another display, right? Then cracks appear in the sky itself! All the yellows and greens, blacks and blues run into the white, hollow emptiness.

Perhaps you believe those eyes in the firmament are real. Or you're part of the crowd who believes the entire sky is falling down. A stampede breaks out. The slow are trampled underfoot. Students, faculty and guests stand shock-still. Some are clawing at their eyes. Others cannot contain themselves and empty their lungs with unfocused wailing. From the sky fall shards of glass. A flood of color threatens a deluge, even as the smoke and particles of the toxic gas contained in those green and yellow fireworks are carried by the wind over the locality.


There's a collection of police, emergency services and reporters in a boundary around the university area and affected streets. Safe on the edge of the gas cloud, they are evacuating the surrounding areas. Ambulances and stretchers are ready for the wounded; RISE and any relevant factions may be helping with the chaos - or caught up in it themselves.

You might be trapped within the gas, cowering in fear. You might irrationally run into the lights you see in the haze, not knowing what you are seeing or the faces that watch you scramble by, screaming illegibly. You might be directing others in the chaos. You might be one of the people driven manic by it all. You might emerge from the mist with blood on your hands. You might recall how it got there. You might not. But you won't forget this night, will you?
superposition: ((see i told you it would work))


[personal profile] superposition 2015-08-15 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
01. Tech Exhibition

[Qubit doesn't have any of his own technology to showcase tonight. He's very protective of his experimental work in general, and at a heavily trafficked public event like this there'd be a very good chance of it being stolen. But he's very interested in finding out what everyone else has been working on! Some of the previews he's heard really caught his attention.

He'll be taking in the exhibition throughout the evening, stopping frequently to chat with the booth owners (as well as non-booth owners who happen to have interesting tech on or about them). If you have a booth, you can be sure he'll stop by at some point to find out what you're about.]

02. Drinks and Networking

[The exhibition may be over, but Qubit's still in mingle mode. You could call it networking; he calls it testing the waters, putting feelers out for potential allies, or for people he needs to watch out for. This is most likely where he'll seek out people he already knows, few though they are, but also anyone else he hasn't had a chance to talk to on the floor.

He does have a pint glass of a dark beer that he'll be nursing over the course of the hour. It's some specialty brand, because screw American beer.]

Mind if I join you?
chasedtherabit: (Dressed for success)


[personal profile] chasedtherabit 2015-08-15 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Mako has been watching more than speaking, but she nods and turns to the voice.]

Hello. Of course you may.
Edited (continuity ) 2015-08-15 20:00 (UTC)
superposition: (The devil will find work)

[personal profile] superposition 2015-08-15 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[Qubit took a seat across the table from her. He recognized her from her video post earlier in the week, though since their conversation had been mostly text he didn't expect her to know him straight off.]

Mako Mori, right? I'm Qubit, we spoke earlier.
chasedtherabit: (The future's brighter now)

[personal profile] chasedtherabit 2015-08-15 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[It only takes her a second to recognize the name before she smiles. Of course she remembers him and meeting him in public like this is probably for the best.]

Yes, hello. It's nice to finally meet in person.
superposition: (I think I can rely on you)

[personal profile] superposition 2015-08-16 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
[He nods] Likewise.

What did you think of the exhibition?
chasedtherabit: (The future's brighter now)

[personal profile] chasedtherabit 2015-08-16 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
There are many interesting exhibits. [Mako looks far away for a moment as she thinks over what she saw.]

There are also many brilliant minds here.
superposition: (Through hell and high tide)

[personal profile] superposition 2015-08-17 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Qubit takes a sip of his beer, and rests the glass between both hands when he sets it back down.]

Well, yes, those both go without saying. I meant what did you think?
chasedtherabit: (Dressed for success)

[personal profile] chasedtherabit 2015-08-17 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[She smiles and nods.]

There are some applications I'd like to explore further. The young boy, Hiro, he has done some amazing work.
superposition: ((assume i know something you don't))

[personal profile] superposition 2015-08-18 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, his little battlebots. Yeah, those were really something, weren't they? I was really impressed by the neural interface, he must have gone to a lot of effort to make it plug-and-play. [beat] Don't Jaegers use something similar?

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puppydoctor: (✚ chasing cars around our heads)


[personal profile] puppydoctor 2015-08-18 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
[George is leaning against a wall with a similar pint in one hand, looking nearly as lost as he did the last time Qubit saw him. The only difference is a set of dark blue scrubs, and even deeper circles beneath his eyes. He gives a small nod though, and straightens up his posture.]

Yeah. It's Quibit, right?
superposition: (I think I can rely on you)

[personal profile] superposition 2015-08-18 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
That's me. [the typo is silent.] George, isn't it? How's it going? You look like you've been busy.

[No need to straighten up, dude, he'll just join the wall-leaning party.]
puppydoctor: (✚ are said too much)

[personal profile] puppydoctor 2015-08-18 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[the typo is totally silent]

I could be worse?

[Even George knows that he looks awful. But his life is shit and everything's awful, so really - how else should he look? Should he be brushing his hair?]

They stuck me as a nurse. Shifts aren't as bad, just twelve hours, but it still sucks.
superposition: (And you must be looking very old tonight)

[personal profile] superposition 2015-08-19 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
[He frowns sympathetically.] Sorry to hear that.

Is that what you do for a living back home, too? Nursing?
puppydoctor: (✚ and just forget the world)

[personal profile] puppydoctor 2015-08-19 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
No. No, I was a surgeon. A surgical resident, I mean.

[He shakes his head, but tries not to dwell.]

What about you?
superposition: ((tight-lipped))

[personal profile] superposition 2015-08-19 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Hmph, yet another example of "close but overqualified." But at least the placement office is trying, he supposes.]

For lack of a better title, superhero.

[about as casually as if he were saying "ehh I just work at Best Buy". He follows up with a swig from his beer.]
puppydoctor: (✚ are said too much)

[personal profile] puppydoctor 2015-08-19 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
[George looks up, blinking not in surprise but in exasperation. Of course. Of course that's normal here.]

You're a superhero. Great. That's... that's just fantastic.
superposition: ((walk between worlds))

[personal profile] superposition 2015-08-19 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Well sheesh don't get too excited.] Does your Earth not have them?

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grouchinleather: (Remove your hand or lose it)

[personal profile] grouchinleather 2015-08-19 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Looks over at Qubit for the briefest of moments, then looks back at the invention he was originally looking at. Not that the invention's holding his interest, but...]

If I say no you're just going to stand there and keep talking to me anyway, right?
superposition: (Through hell and high tide)

[personal profile] superposition 2015-08-19 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Eyebrow.] As in "no, you don't mind"?

[Because give him the chance to be a pedantic asshole and nine times out of ten he'll take it. Anyway, this guy came to the event in costume, and that's worth a notice.]

((ooc: I'm assuming we aren't calling their TD thread canon, if that's alright?))
grouchinleather: (You stink. Literally and figuratively)

[personal profile] grouchinleather 2015-08-19 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
Sure, let's pretend I said that.

[You aren't the only pedantic asshole in the room.]

What do you want?

OOC: That's fine!
superposition: (The devil will find work)

[personal profile] superposition 2015-08-20 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[Shrugs] Nothing much, just hobnobbing. Not a lot of people attended in full uniform, though, I noticed. Expecting trouble?
grouchinleather: (I literally can not even right now)

[personal profile] grouchinleather 2015-08-20 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)

It was laundry day.

[Sorry not making this easy on you.]

Most people would have introduced themselves by now.
superposition: ((the implications))

[personal profile] superposition 2015-08-21 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, of course. Where are my manners. [There's just a tiny hint of sarcasm in his tone. His manners are probably off vacationing in Hawaii along with Midnighter's.] I'm Qubit. And you are?
grouchinleather: (Hi I'm the Midnighter)

[personal profile] grouchinleather 2015-08-21 02:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Qubit, huh? Your mother must have really hated you.

[Oh, he doesn't doubt that's the guy's codename, the guy hasn't exactly been subtle that he's in some way involved with the business, but his manners are just having too much fun in Hawaii... if he ever had any at all.]

The Midnighter.
superposition: ((tight-lipped))

[personal profile] superposition 2015-08-21 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[u fukin wot m8. Well, two can play at that game. Qubit makes a show of checking his watch.]

You're out a bit early.

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