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Mask or Menace | MODERATORS ([personal profile] maskormods) wrote in [community profile] maskormenacelogs2015-09-13 05:44 pm
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Keep us from saying anything

WHO: ImPorts!
WHERE: Heropa, Florida.
WHEN: September 13th, from 6 PM until 11 PM.
WHAT: Registration in motion... among other things.
WARNINGS: None anticipated; please let us know if this should be edited.


" The new frontier of which I speak is not a set of promises -- it is a set of challenges. It sums up not what I intend to offer the American people, but what I intend to ask of them. It appeals to their pride, not to their pocketbook -- it holds out the promise of more sacrifice instead of more security. But I tell you the new frontier is here, whether we seek it or not. "
( from jfk's speech "the new frontier," 7/15/1960. )

An autumnal festival might seem somewhat out of place in sweltering Florida heat, however those in attendance and have helped arrange the set-up of this Swear-In are getting into the swing of things. The atmosphere isn't overtly ecstatic or loud as previous Swear-Ins have been, and those paying close attention can get an underlying sense of tension coming from the Federal agents making their rounds as this event's security. Unlike the previous ceremonies -- and for such a smaller event -- there are more agents than what might be considered the norm.

There are a number of festivities to partake in, though; booths have been set up to host activities ranging from pig lifting (lift a boar over your head and you win it!), guessing how many eggs are in a large crate, wood chopping, pumpkin pie eating contests, horse shoe throwing and quite a few more... with a mysterious fascination with all things Pumpkin Spice. Other activities include "Spot the Communist", a small maze with cardboard cutouts of people where participants need to guess which one is the Communist and who's a patriotic American citizen. There are some pamphlets that can be found around the other booths entitled "COMMUNISM: What is it? And how can we stop it?" which could provide some hints on which cardboard cutouts are a dreadful Russian spy in disguise. (Hint: the girl with the molecular biology textbook is quite suspicious.)

The number of media representatives is a small group this time, their main focus on a specific booth with a platform and microphone. Every few minutes a local from the town steps forward, speaking into the microphone about their concerns about the ever present Red threat. Behind them a large poster is erected, practically looming over them foreboding as they talk openly about the possibility of nuclear disaster, losing their children, the American dream and everything else this country has ever provided for them. At one point, an angry local rushes the stage, snatching the microphone and gesturing to the imPorts among them in a furious motion.

"What we need is for imPorts to do their jobs! They have been so busy fighting with each other and causing trouble they've forgotten about us! I'll be damned before I see this country fall to stinkin' Commies because of these spoiled folk!"

There are, however, posters around representing imPorts fighting against the Red Threat surrounding the stage. They're different enough from the imPorts to lend the artists credible deniability, but included on the posters are the Green Glow, pictured without his symbol, ring, or mask (they've got the nose all wrong!), the Steel Saviour in red, white and blue, the Sherrif who has a bewildering goatee, Roaring Leopard in yellow and black, and something labeled merely as Armour Guy, inspired by a new spat of newcomers but with patches all over the armour in every shade they seemed to be able to think of.

Also available by the stage is a small podium with a government worker heading it, a sign above proclaiming: "DO YOU, IMPORT, WISH TO SPEAK OUT AGAINST THE RED THREAT? SIGN UP HERE! Once imPorts edge closer, they'll learn that they're seeking out anti-communist spokespeople to be featured in commercials, art, and more! In order to commemorate this, they will name a major highway after the imPort chosen. Sign up here!

Last, but not least, the government will have booths available for signing up for ASSIGNMENTS, though it's not necessary for imPorts to be present at the Swear-In to sign up later. Should they choose to sign up to provide local aid, they will receive a short debriefing, but those who sign up for occupation will get a small, sealed file to look at later... how curious!

( Please state your character's official status -- REGISTERED or UNSETTLED -- in the subject header of your thread. )
rassera: (Who knew we'd get so far?)

[personal profile] rassera 2015-09-14 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a soft imitation of her sigh off to the side, as Kaneda leans over the fence to look at all the pigs that you can lift up.]

What's eating you?

[He half knows that answer, just looking at Mabel.

He's got his plate full of food still, munching away on a sandwich. Which...seems to certainly attract all the pigs like a school of fish.

Slow chewing. And handing the rest of that sandwich to Mabel to feed to them. Is there a 'Don't feed the Pigs' sign? Probably not.]
glitterateur: aces (When you wanna talk to aliens)

[personal profile] glitterateur 2015-09-14 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
Nothing!

[Even if there is she ignores it, handing out sandwich bits to all interested pigs. She even pats a few on the head as they come by.]

Just-- do you ever miss somebody even though you've already got five great somebody's already, and that original somebody's just gonna be waiting for you when you get back?
rassera: (They're the ones who were missing out)

[personal profile] rassera 2015-09-14 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
[He watches her feed them, noticing just how easily they seem to come to her, and how easily she seems to take to them. SOMEONE was a pig enthusiast back home, weren't they? His chewing stops a moment to watch, tapping his toe behind him as he goes to feed one himself, with a little piece of bread.]

Something like that.

[He missed Kei like hell, honestly. After everything they'd been through, it was hard not to. And she'd be back there waiting for him, certainly, but he'd met a lot of cute girls here too. Probably not the same as Mabel's problem, but he can understand.]

But that's the important part, right? They're waiting for you.
glitterateur: aces (The fatalist nature of West Virginians.)

[personal profile] glitterateur 2015-09-15 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah... [And he's got a point. Plus-- geez, she's being such a downer! Mabel mentally shakes herself. How can she be sad when there's pigs right in front of her and she's got the Waddles Juniors and she has Waddles at home. Mabel Pines doesn't sad! So she grins at him, determined.]

It's dumb to not appreciate what I've got here, too! Waddles will be there when I get back and he'd want me to have fun with the Waddles Juniors while I can.
rassera: (Cause our days were numbered)

[personal profile] rassera 2015-09-16 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
[There we go. It's not like Mabel to be down, from what he knows of her, and if SHE'S feeling down, then something's definitely wrong. There's another piece of food handed to her--he can easily get more no problem, so sharing's not an issue.]

Now you're gettin' it! If you stop to think about things like that, you're gonna miss out!

[And after a moment, it clicks in his brain just why she was lying there. His eyes go to the sign, and then to her.]

Hey, you want one?
glitterateur: aces (Nothing nothing nothing nothing dick.)

[personal profile] glitterateur 2015-09-16 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
[More food for Mabel means more food for the adoring pig audience she's got going on. He asks if she wants a pig and for a second she really does brighten up a little bit-- but, no. Responsibility.]

I-- I better not. I've got all the Waddles Juniors and the cats and eventually Owlfonso again, right? [She shrugs.] I wouldn't want to get another pig and then have to leave it when I go home again.
rassera: (Cause our days were numbered)

[personal profile] rassera 2015-09-16 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh look at you, being a responsible child. He'll give you props for that one--if it was him and he somehow wanted a pig, he'd be right in there hoisting one up.]

Heh, sounds like you got your own zoo growing back at your place. ...Well, doesn't mean we can't still have fun with em, right?

Go on, give em names.

[He'll start, reaching in to softly pet a female one that's become quite interested in the food he's got in his hand.]

Miyako. This one's Miyako.
glitterateur: aces (The fatalist nature of West Virginians.)

[personal profile] glitterateur 2015-09-18 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
It's not a zoo, it's a family.

[A family where one of the members ate a whole bunch of the other members for a couple of months. But details! Mabel nods at his suggestion, pointing to a pair of pigs hanging out in a nearby corner.]

Yeah! And those are Bananas and Waffles.
rassera: (They're the ones who were missing out)

[personal profile] rassera 2015-09-18 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Ah. Well that's a bit awkward. ...Oh well, Circle of Life or whatever. His gaze travels to where she points, trying to repeat them.]

Banana and Waf...Waffer

[Oh god, that accent's slipping out again. How do you say waffle oh god.]

Waffles.

[The engrish could not have been stronger with that.]
glitterateur: aces (Yeah. I'm dating my CamelBak.)

[personal profile] glitterateur 2015-09-19 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Mabel isn't one to make fun of accents, but-- that was adorable. She grins.]

He could be wafers instead! If that's easier, I mean.
rassera: (Cause our days were numbered)

[personal profile] rassera 2015-09-22 07:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Bless you, Mabel. His mouth moves silently, trying to match her sound first before actually saying it.]

Wafers.

[Still a bit of that accent showing through, but way less so.]

I like it!
glitterateur: aces (You dance around their flurry of stabs!)

[personal profile] glitterateur 2015-09-22 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
And it works way better, too, because you expect bananas and waffles but bananas and wafers? Whoa, hold up, that's a crazy new flavor combination!
rassera: (Cause our days were numbered)

[personal profile] rassera 2015-09-25 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Kaneda can't help but smile at that--what was it about girls that had the ability to soften even the toughest bikers? Not that Kaneda didn't house a soft center, but they always got through that crunchy coating fairly quickly.]

Guess that makes that combination yours, right?


Make something of it!
glitterateur: (Orb. Orb is horse.)

[personal profile] glitterateur 2015-09-27 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
I am gonna be candy famous.

[Which calls for experimentation and probable destruction of her kitchen in the name of said experimentation. But science awaits! Mabel holds her fist out for a bump.]

I'm gonna give you so much credit in my Nobel Prize speech.
rassera: (He's gone...)

[personal profile] rassera 2015-09-28 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
[Some things must be sacrificed for the sake of science, Mabel. Everyone'll understand. But he sees that fist, brows raising as he looks at it, gears spinning in his head as he tries to work this out.

Slowly raising his own to match and pressing to it. YEAH, that looks about right!]


You better. We're a team, right?
glitterateur: aces (¿dónde están los thunder lizards?)

[personal profile] glitterateur 2015-09-29 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
[It's easy to tell when it's someone's first fistbump, so Mabel keeps it simple for him. No explosions or anything.]

Heck yeah we are! Keep this up and you'll be an honorary Pines in no time.
Edited (how does spell) 2015-09-29 05:00 (UTC)