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maskormenacelogs2015-11-20 04:33 pm
maskormods) wrote in maskormenacelogs2015-11-20 04:33 pm
Entry tags:
- !event log,
- adam parrish | n/a,
- kang | n/a,
- † akito/agito wanijima | fang king,
- † anastasya griffin | the necromancer,
- † athos | n/a,
- † atomic robo | n/a,
- † barnaby brooks jr. | n/a,
- † billy kaplan | wiccan,
- † bucky barnes | winter soldier,
- † cassandra wayne | batman,
- † cindy moon | silk,
- † clary fray | shadowhunter,
- † commander shepard | blasto,
- † d'artagnan | n/a,
- † daisy johnson | quake,
- † dick grayson | nightwing,
- † dipper pines | n/a,
- † dorian gray | n/a,
- † duncan jackson | heimdall,
- † ellie langford | n/a,
- † ford pines | n/a,
- † francis urquhart | n/a,
- † gaby teller | chop shop,
- † grey | n/a,
- † hartley rathaway | the pied piper,
- † hazel lockwood | n/a,
- † helena | n/a,
- † hinami fueguchi | n/a,
- † inuyasha | inuyasha,
- † james jesse | the trickster,
- † jesse pinkman | diesel,
- † john watson | n/a,
- † jonathan joestar | n/a,
- † kaneda shotaro | n/a,
- † karen starr | power girl,
- † kotetsu t. kaburagi | wild tiger,
- † lucy pevensie | the valiant,
- † luke castellan | n/a,
- † mabel pines | n/a,
- † magicman | n/a,
- † manolo sanchez | n/a,
- † max caulfield | n/a,
- † maya fey | the pink princess,
- † michael jon carter | booster gold,
- † miles edgeworth | n/a,
- † naruto uzumaki | n/a,
- † nicolas demidov | seeking snow,
- † normie osborn | n/a,
- † pacifica northwest | n/a,
- † perry the platypus | agent p,
- † qubit | n/a,
- † raina | n/a,
- † reggie mantle | n/a,
- † richard gansey | raven king,
- † rick grimes | n/a,
- † sabriel | abhorsen,
- † saint walker | n/a,
- † samara | the justicar,
- † sasha blouse | n/a,
- † satya wallace | n/a,
- † skull man | dcn-036,
- † ted kord | blue beetle ii,
- † teddie | n/a,
- † the (twelfth) doctor | n/a,
- † tobias matthews | n/a,
- † touka kirishima | rabbit,
- † yuri petrov | lunatic
OH, SUGAR, SHE'S REFINED ALWAYS NORMAL PRICED
WHO: imPorts!
WHERE: De Chima, Virginia.
WHEN: November 20th, 4:00 - 10:00 PM.
WHAT: Registration in motion, with a little baking on the side!
WARNINGS: None anticipated; please let us know if this should be changed. OOC sign-ups for good deeds and the thankfulness wall can be found HERE.
When imPorts walk into the Swear-In, they will be confronted with a rather homey sight, despite the fact that they were requested to wear semi-formal clothing. All along the hall are long tables set up in front of the stage, and each place at the table is already set up with plates and cutlery, as well as familiar American Thanksgiving iconography such as cornucopias and decorative squash and pumpkins. At each place setting there is a sealed envelope. Once opened, imPorts will discover that children's drawings are inside, and while some of them are drawings of Thanksgiving and families, others are drawings of famous imPorts that the children had seen around town. On the back of each drawing is the child's name and age, a sweet addition to tug at the heartstrings.
Across the stage, a banner reading PAY IT FORWARD is hung. Once everyone is seated - or is at least standing by the sidelines in a quiet manner - a man in a well-tailored suit and a gleaming white smile steps up to the podium, tapping on the microphone twice as a sound check before clearing his throat. He's a man in his mid-30s, with brushed brown hair and a pleasant, handsome face to go with his sonorous voice. His speech is as follows:
With a winning smile to the cameras at the back of the room, the man steps off the podium, and the festivities begin.
Each imPort will find themselves served with traditional American Thanksgiving fare, complete with vegetarian options with a helpful waitstaff hovering around, refilling glasses and making sure that no plates go empty for long. Today of all days, select people from the non-imPort population have been invited to break bread with the imPorts, but there's no hostility to be found; they have been chosen for their unerring etiquette, though there are a few beaming children from the Granted Dreams Foundation present, quick with questions at every turn.
At the back of the room are a collection of tables. Paying it forward may be a concept that is occasionally restricted to buying coffee or helping neighbours, but for all of the less outgoing imPorts, there are a list of charities that need volunteers in the upcoming weeks: soup kitchens, English teachers, animal shelters and more are eagerly represented.
On the eastern wall of the room is a small banner that reads: I'M THANKFUL FOR... Underneath it is a small table with post-it notes and pens in a variety of colours on it, and all attendees are encouraged to write down what it is that they're thankful for, though there's certainly nothing stopping them from causing a little mischief. The contents of the notes will be listed HERE.
For all of those that tire of the endless good cheer and food and want to do a little work of their own, there's a hallway that leads to a huge room with several kitchens inside. At each workstation there are ingredients and recipes for an assortment of cookies from chocolate chip cookies for the novices to tuiles for the more senior bakers. A note on each recipe lets the bakers know that the cookies they bake will be packaged up and shipped off to charity... but surely, nobody will notice if imPorts sneak a taste or two of their own hard work.
WHERE: De Chima, Virginia.
WHEN: November 20th, 4:00 - 10:00 PM.
WHAT: Registration in motion, with a little baking on the side!
WARNINGS: None anticipated; please let us know if this should be changed. OOC sign-ups for good deeds and the thankfulness wall can be found HERE.
When imPorts walk into the Swear-In, they will be confronted with a rather homey sight, despite the fact that they were requested to wear semi-formal clothing. All along the hall are long tables set up in front of the stage, and each place at the table is already set up with plates and cutlery, as well as familiar American Thanksgiving iconography such as cornucopias and decorative squash and pumpkins. At each place setting there is a sealed envelope. Once opened, imPorts will discover that children's drawings are inside, and while some of them are drawings of Thanksgiving and families, others are drawings of famous imPorts that the children had seen around town. On the back of each drawing is the child's name and age, a sweet addition to tug at the heartstrings.
Across the stage, a banner reading PAY IT FORWARD is hung. Once everyone is seated - or is at least standing by the sidelines in a quiet manner - a man in a well-tailored suit and a gleaming white smile steps up to the podium, tapping on the microphone twice as a sound check before clearing his throat. He's a man in his mid-30s, with brushed brown hair and a pleasant, handsome face to go with his sonorous voice. His speech is as follows:
"Good afternoon, imPorts, friends, family, and all of the above! I realize that we're a few days shy of Thanksgiving, but hopefully you'll forgive us for getting into the spirit a little early. Here in America, we treasure Thanksgiving because we have an awful lot to be thankful for. Just take a look outside; all around, you'll see neighbour helping neighbour. We take care of our own.
We are in difficult times, but that has not impacted the American spirit! No, more than that, such difficult times are what makes us stronger. It is up to us not only to show how strong our forces are, but how strong our hearts are as well. To that end, I ask each and every one of you to look outside of yourselves today, and to show the world what good, kind people Americans are, everything that the Russians are not. We are not built on military force alone, but in the goodness on our homefront, in gestures as small as volunteering at the local food shelter, or helping an elderly neighbour mow the lawn.
To that end, my friends, I urge you to do good this Thanksgiving, and to help your neighbours and friends. I have faith in your ability to do so. Thank you, and eat well! God bless you all."
With a winning smile to the cameras at the back of the room, the man steps off the podium, and the festivities begin.
Each imPort will find themselves served with traditional American Thanksgiving fare, complete with vegetarian options with a helpful waitstaff hovering around, refilling glasses and making sure that no plates go empty for long. Today of all days, select people from the non-imPort population have been invited to break bread with the imPorts, but there's no hostility to be found; they have been chosen for their unerring etiquette, though there are a few beaming children from the Granted Dreams Foundation present, quick with questions at every turn.
At the back of the room are a collection of tables. Paying it forward may be a concept that is occasionally restricted to buying coffee or helping neighbours, but for all of the less outgoing imPorts, there are a list of charities that need volunteers in the upcoming weeks: soup kitchens, English teachers, animal shelters and more are eagerly represented.
On the eastern wall of the room is a small banner that reads: I'M THANKFUL FOR... Underneath it is a small table with post-it notes and pens in a variety of colours on it, and all attendees are encouraged to write down what it is that they're thankful for, though there's certainly nothing stopping them from causing a little mischief. The contents of the notes will be listed HERE.
For all of those that tire of the endless good cheer and food and want to do a little work of their own, there's a hallway that leads to a huge room with several kitchens inside. At each workstation there are ingredients and recipes for an assortment of cookies from chocolate chip cookies for the novices to tuiles for the more senior bakers. A note on each recipe lets the bakers know that the cookies they bake will be packaged up and shipped off to charity... but surely, nobody will notice if imPorts sneak a taste or two of their own hard work.
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So the one downcast expression sticks out like a rain-cloud on a sunny day, and like a magnet Naruto finds himself wiping his hands on his jumper as he gets to his feet and wanders over to this total stranger. ]
Y'okay? Got an allergy or somethin'?
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her eyes are more on the remnants of Naruto's meal still hanging around than his actual face and expression, but at least she's not staring glumly at the tables while replying.]
Medical shit; I can't have any of it. [she makes some sort of wry noise in the back of her throat] I don't know what I was expecting from a party in fucking November.
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[ He's just going to get comfortable here; now that she hasn't yelled at him to leave, or been cold to him, he sees that as an invitation to do so. Sure, she's kind of... staring at him with that hungry-yet-morose look on her face, but he's sure that's probably just something to do with her medical shit... right? ]
Uhhh... Medical stuff kinda sucks though. What, does food make you throw up or somethin'? How'd you keep goin' then? [ If Naruto had an even ounce of tact in his body he might have phrased that question a little.. gentler. But as it is, he doesn't, and he blinks expectantly at her as though he's just asked her for the time. ]
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[Hazel has had a lot rougher interrogations on this lie, so the lack of subtlety really doesn't do much but prompt her to raise an eyebrow at him. her gaze moves away from Naruto to go back to watching the people still at the tables dig in (they're on round two of dessert now) but she's still chatting. eye contact isn't necessary to have a conversation, especially one like this.]
Usually there's at least something else to do besides eat at swear-ins, but I guess I can't be lucky all the time.
[or ever, but that's not a joke she's ready to make this early in an acquaintanceship. give it maybe five or ten minutes.]
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Just 'cause they haven't given you anythin' to do, doesn't mean there's nothin' to do, y'know. Ya just gotta find it. It's more fun that way, anyway.
[ Being out of the crowd, doing something different.. At the social events he'd attended when he was younger, Naruto often had nothing to keep him entertained and no friends to talk to, so finding his own fun had been his only option. By this point he was very good at it. ]
I used to race, y'know. I always wanted to play tag, but I never had anyone to play it with, so I practiced gettin' super fast instead so I'd be ready for whenever someone did wanna play with me. [ He laughs, nostalgic almost, then he's looking at her with a particular glint in his eyes. ] You any good at runnin'?
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instead she focuses on the stupider part of that reply, something she has a lot more experience in. what better way to deflect than to talk about something completely difference and a hell of a lot more dynamic? Hazel even returns her attention to Naruto (with a proper expression for once) with a quirked eyebrow.]
If it's long distance I'd kick your ass six ways to Sunday, dude.
[by 'cheating', but who needs to know that? winning is winning and only losers complain about the rules.]
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Heh, yeah? Then ya should race me sometime. I'm super fast now, I've had a lotta practice.
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[Hazel is short and tiny and not much more physically empowered than she'd been in life - even less so in some ways, thanks to her drastically reduced weight. but she no longer tires, and feels pretty justified in her stupid confidence here; in her mind there's absolutely no way that anyone could beat her if the race was long enough.
and while this was definitely a topic pounced on to keep things off the serious? Hazel's already kind of getting into it for real. she's too contrary to ever back down from a challenge, even one as stupid as this.]
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[ Naruto doesn't look phased; in all honesty her defiance only fuels his more. His eyes burn bright like someone's lit a fire behind them and he practically vibrates with excitement. Kyuubey's power lends a hand in more than just his extreme chakra pool - his pumped up stamina comes in very handy when he wants to get somewhere fast. After all, ninja spend most of their time on their feet and quick transport doesn't exist in their world. ]
That a challenge? Cos I'll take ya if you mean it.
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[what a fucking baldfaced lie that is, although situationally it actually kind of rings true. Hazel is never afraid to put her money where her mouth is when it comes to these stupid pride matches and ridiculous claims - it's only the more emotional, intimate things that cause her to withdraw.
and a long distance race? definitely not one of those things. she's got that awful sort of grin on her face that is equal parts challenging and worrisome; someone's definitely going to cheat if things don't go her way.]
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Then let's go, y'know! Right here, right now! You and me! Naruto Uzumaki and- uh-... [ He stops. He scratches his whisker marks. ] ...Uuuuh... What's your name again?
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[Hazel dumbass Lockwood, ready to race extreme long distances in one of the few semi-formal outfits she's ever allowed to leave her front door. what could possibly go wrong?
nothing, according to her own mind. she's got shitty tricks up her sleeve if she needs them and an inexhaustible well of stamina to lean on at any time. soon after Naruto springs up she rises as well, crossing her arms to give him a cocky quirk of an eyebrow.]
You got somewhere you really wanna be right now? Because otherwise I'll just have us race home.
[in Heropa. yep.]
im sorry for the megawait....
Where's home? [ He's just making sure, okay. He might be excited, but even he knows there's not much point in running till you know where you're going, dumbass. ]
haha don't worry about it
The Heropa government housing. [which she pointedly avoids giving a specific number to because hello paranoia.] We can run along the train tracks to keep things fair.
[well...for a starting value of fair, anyway.]
and another megawait..... OTL
He balls both of his fists and forms the kind of stance you'd see on a beat-em-up game; translated nigh-perfectly by someone who probably has no idea what a beat-em-up even is but would probably enjoy it no end if he did. ]
Alright, Hazel. You're on.
haha no worries
right now, though, she's just giving Naruto a gentle knock to his forehead to kill a little of that posing enthusiasm. you can't impress her, she is way too cool for that. so much cooler. yep.]
Let's fucking move, then. We haven't got all night.
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It would be a fair fight if Naruto was wearing his headband, but he's not and as Naruto gets closer to said train tracks his footing starts to pick up... Soon he's practically jogging and just before he gets to their start, with a quick last look over his shoulder, he's had enough of the tension. Grinning up a storm he giggles and announces-- ] Threetwoonego!!! [ --and zooms down the iron tracks ahead of them. ]
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as he slowly begins to pick up the pace Hazel instinctively follows suit, competitive nature refusing to allow herself to be left in the dust before the race even begins. and while she can see the warning signs of an untimely start to this bout coming a mile away, she mistakenly assumes he'll try and throw her off kilter by waiting until they line up for those shenanigans.
instead, she gets this. she can't help but let out a low obscenity under her breath as Naruto shoots off.]
Oh my fucking god.
[thankfully she doesn't need to pace herself! with that grumbling off Hazel immediately breaks into a sprint, shooting forward at breakneck speed with the sole intention of catching up to and subsequently surpassing this idiot. it was war now.]
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The bliss takes a firm shove into competitive, however, when he hears quick footfalls beside him and turns his head to see Hazel gaining on him... and fast. ]
Whaaa- how are you doin' that?! [ He yells incredulously. She looks like any old human!!! Did he accidentally challenge another ninja to a race? This could be a problem. His expression firms though he's still grinning determinedly, and he forces himself to pick up speed. ]
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[that is absolutely not what Naruto's asking about, but if he thinks he's going to get an answer that doesn't have SHITLORD smeared all over it he's got another thing coming.
the shit-eating grin probably doesn't help with that either as she continues pushing herself further. Hazel has the limits of a human, yes - but only the very outermost ones. and lord help her but when she finally draws even with this kid she's going to trip him if it kills her, she doesn't care what cost she has to pay for it. with these two things combined she's feeling pretty good about this race.]
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Yeah, but you're goin' way faster than I first thought you would, y'know!
[ He has no idea what she's planning - he makes the honest mistake of always assuming the best of people on first impression. ]
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[if she weren't already committed to the cheating option before, that probably unintentional crack at her tiny baby legs would've sealed the deal. with a burst of anger she finally draws in close enough to make a grab for his foot, fully intending to yank as hard as she can should she actually nab him.]
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[ Needless to say when Hazel makes a grab for his legs Naruto falls with the might of her pull and lands flat on his stupid face, letting up a comical plume of dust as his face smacks against the floor. ]
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Talk shit after you win, fucker!
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--I was sayin' you run fast for a normal person, stupid!
[ He says as he quickly gets to his feet, not even bothering to dust his face or his knees off before he's sprinting off after her again. ]
An' that's cheatin', yknow!!
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