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maskormenacelogs2015-09-13 05:44 pm
maskormods) wrote in maskormenacelogs2015-09-13 05:44 pm
Entry tags:
- !event log,
- adam parrish | n/a,
- erik lehnsherr | magneto,
- hiro hamada | n/a,
- jaime reyes | blue beetle,
- marceline abadeer | the vampire queen,
- n/a | the midnighter,
- noah czerny | n/a,
- † agent maine | tank,
- † agent texas | n/a,
- † agent washington | recovery one,
- † ana ramir | taranto,
- † andrew warner | n/a,
- † april ludgate | janet snakehole,
- † aunt cass | n/a,
- † billy kaplan | wiccan,
- † blue sargent | n/a,
- † bucky barnes | winter soldier,
- † clark kent | superman,
- † clary fray | shadowhunter,
- † d'artagnan | n/a,
- † dipper pines | n/a,
- † dorian gray | n/a,
- † edward nygma | the riddler,
- † elsa brandt | the fabricator,
- † eobard thawne | reverse flash,
- † flame princess | n/a,
- † fly | n/a,
- † gazelle | n/a,
- † glitch | n/a,
- † hal jordan | green lantern,
- † hank schrader | n/a,
- † hartley rathaway | the pied piper,
- † hazel lockwood | n/a,
- † isaac clarke | n/a,
- † isaac gates | felix,
- † james jesse | the trickster,
- † jesse pinkman | diesel,
- † jinseok jin | n/a,
- † josuke higashikata | crazy diamond,
- † kaneda shotaro | n/a,
- † karen starr | power girl,
- † ken kaneki | one eyed king,
- † kitty jones | n/a,
- † krieg | the psycho,
- † kristoff bjorgman | n/a,
- † lapis lazuli | n/a,
- † lucy pevensie | the valiant,
- † luke castellan | n/a,
- † mabel pines | n/a,
- † magicman | n/a,
- † mathieu carver | shadow,
- † mewtwo | n/a,
- † norman osborn | the green goblin,
- † normie osborn | n/a,
- † owen burnett (puck) | n/a,
- † pacifica northwest | n/a,
- † qubit | n/a,
- † reggie mantle | n/a,
- † richard gansey | raven king,
- † riku | darkeater,
- † roy mustang | the flame alchemist,
- † sabriel | abhorsen,
- † sam ortez | locus,
- † sasha blouse | n/a,
- † sera | your mum's tits,
- † thane krios | the assassin,
- † the iron bull | the iron dragon,
- † thomas | n/a,
- † tobias matthews | n/a,
- † tony stark | iron man,
- † tooru mutsuki | eyepatch,
- † touka kirishima | rabbit,
- † traci thirteen | n/a,
- † wally west | kid flash,
- † winry rockbell | n/a
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.
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. )
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!
B
Shadow was sitting rudely on one of the display tables, ignoring one off the display people as they glared at him. Nope, he's just gonna sit on here, he's a cat, try to move him.
"You seriously gonna be one of their stooges?" Because a jetpack isn't worth it. He knew people who could make you a jet pack. Don't be that guy, man.
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But he looks up, brows raising.
"Hey, I never said that." He picks up a pamphlet, though, tapping it with his hand. "Who just gives out a jetpack for a little community service?"
...
"Doesn't mean I don't want it."
He just has to figure out part B without doing Part A.
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"Jet packs are over rated man, specially mass produced ones." Because nothing said low quality like a piece of mass produced junk.
"Your bike's one of a kind, I say you gotta get a red one. But not this model." It's gross, Kaneda. Trust.
no subject
Still, guilty as charged as he gets that look, offering an equally guilty smile before turning his gaze back to the jetpack. Despite helping the government, which he was 100% against, a boy needs a way to get around.
"Normals can't be choosers, right? Not like I know anyone who can make one."
...But he agrees. red or bust.
"Don't tell me you've got connections."
no subject
"Normals can totally be choosers. I don't trust this whole thing. Protecting Finland? That's another word of saying "Let's go send our meat shields to bomb Russia."
no subject
Because now that he has an alternate source, even a possible one...fuck that bullshit.
A hand reaches out to 'accidentally' tear down the one next to it, letting it float into the wind and watch it go.
"Americans sure are big on that whole Communist thing."
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"Americans have problems with things that are not American. If it's not crony capitalism, it's evil." Shadow says, dropping off the table leaving one of the men behind it in protest at what he was saying.
"They think they're always 100% right and everyone who is different is 100% wrong. That's why they bully other countries to get their way." It was very possible he had had a little bit of anti American sentiments passed onto him from back home, but then America seemed too big to fail, or too big to care.
Hundreds of starving kids in their own damn country let alone the ones in the isles.
"I like what America is suppose to stand for. Life liberty and the pursuit of happiness, but when they parade around hatred for another country and threaten to each other up? That ain't it."
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But man, he couldn't agree more.
"That's what they tried to do with Japan. Think they're our personal saviors, and gracing us with their presence everytime they stick their nose where it doesn't belong." After World War III, Neo Tokyo had been secluded from the rest of the world. But that didn't mean countries weren't keeping an eye on them.
An intense, overbearing-mother's eye.
There's a dark laugh as he walks.
"Like a snotty kid on the playground who throws punches whenever someone doesn't agree."
no subject
"I think they do that with everyone. It's an attitude that's got them in some bullshit back home, but mostly dealing with super hero affairs and... Well? Alien attacks. You got World War III, we had a full on alien invasion.
Happened when he was only two years old, in fact, and again when he was seven. Only way they manged to avoid it was taking the house boat out to sea and riding out the storm.
"Ever heard of American exceptionalism? America the great and powerful, can do no wrong and everyone is special." He frowns. "It's bullshit especially when the US ain't number one in anything anymore.
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Sarcasm drips heavily off his tongue, finger twirling as it points upward.
"Ahhhh, bunch of hypocrites, if you ask me."
But the question makes his eyebrows perk up. "We don't hear much about America anymore back home. After World War III, they pretty much said 'you guys are on your own'. That's what they say, you know? But I bet they've got their eyes on us just waiting for us to put a toe out of line."
A pause. "The Olympics were supposed to suck up to 'em, or something."
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"Heroes in my world, Manticore, Synapse, all them in the Phalanx? They're just as bad. They talk big, tote around the truth and justice and the American way, but they don't actually do anything except have pissing contests with Arachnos. And that's all America is doin' here." Except add in soldiers and weapons.
"Must mean you're home be like "America notice us! Give us money!"
He's up on two feet again behind the donut cart, casting a shadow against it, he reaches into it. After a moment he winces and withdraws, with a handful of freshly fried and sugared donuts.
"Check it. Politics and a snack."
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"Heh, It's more like 'We're cutting you off from everything, have fun rebuilding. But take one wrong move and we'll nuke you'." Not that it affected him, it wasn't on his shoulders. The politicians were the ones who had to deal with that. Maybe if they did a better job, right?
There's a soft gaze at the food cart, craning his head around to try and see just what Shadow's about to d--oh. Well, that certainly was probably the most useful power he's seen in awhile. With a smile, he snatches one from Shadow, inspecting it before giving an impressed nod of his head.
Good show, Shadow. Good show.
"You're just full of tricks, you know?"
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But historically conflicts weren't so simple to distinguish between.
He reaches in for another handful then, letting Kaneda have whatever he'd gotten first, then pulls his hand right out with another handful.
"Hssss! I keep touchin' the heat lamp!" But he had his little sweeties. It was the oil that made the treat for him, rather than the sugar. Sugar just tasted strange to him these days.