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maskormenacelogs2015-11-20 04:33 pm
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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.
Wildcard!
Not long into it, though, he notices a familiar face headed out the door. Frowning, Manolo moves to intercept Kaneda.]
Hey. [His voice is soft, not at all demanding or or expectant.] Are you feeling alright?
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But Manolo's not exactly hard to miss either, and so when he walks up, he blinks slightly. Wondering who this is. He's never seen this man before--and it only becomes clear when he speaks.
He knows that accent anywhere.]
...Manolo, right? [That face brightens slightly.] Yeah, they finally let me out of the house.
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[There's a little handwave, as if to tell Manolo not to even worry about that.] I bounce back as hard as I fall. One of my talents, you know?
[But that smile's quick to fade, looking back at the Swear-In in mild disgust.]
If anything's making me sick, it's that damn speech.
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Ah...[Manolo wears a disheartened frown of his own as he follows Kaneda's gaze.] Yes. That sort of talk...it's one reason why I don't feel comfortable with the registration.
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But at Manolo's face, his gaze casts down to his wrist, lowering the part on his glove that covers it to show a registered status. And one that he looks at in vague disgust.]
Are you going to?
[He doesn't blame Manolo for being unsettled, honestly. He would be too were it not for specific circumstances.]
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Upon hearing that question, he gently shakes his head.]
Not if it can be helped, no. My friend Joaquin did, though, and we've been supporting each other.
[He's also got roommates looking after him too. If Manolo were here all alone, with no one to turn to for help, he's pretty sure he wouldn't even have the luxury to run around as an unsettled imPort.]
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Man does he have thinking to do.]
Don't blame you. America's got its head too far up its ass to know what it's saying.
Friends? Trust them. The government? Not a chance.
Not when they lie to you.
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Where he's from, it's common knowledge that the American government hadn't exactly been a friend to the Mexican people during the revolution, instead aligning itself with whatever faction happened to be in charge at the time. The Mexican government itself wasn't always a friend to the people, either. That was why a revolution had become necessary in the first place...
Manolo lets out a disheartened sigh.]
The natives here are very kind, and there are people at work I'd gladly call friends. But I fear the government here would like to use this "communism" as an excuse to go to war for more territory.
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Back home, Neo Tokyo was a bloated, overripe fruit. It's time had passed, and it was on the verge of revolution itself. It attacked its own people, riot police were everywhere. The coming of Akira was shouted through the streets. But even despite all of that, it never tried to wage war, or fight back after 1988. Through all the disgusting parts of his world, they still that that.
America didn't have that boundary. He knew it back then, and he knows it now.]
You and I've got the same thought.
Or even just because they're bored. Americans do that.
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But most Americans here seem to have plenty to eat, they have electricity and clean water, a functioning democracy, wages that are quite high compared to the cost of living, and the banks show no signs of failing. There's no reason for a country like this to thirst for violence simply for the sake of it.]
I don't know...
[That's all he can really say for a moment, since he doesn't feel comfortable generalizing, nor does he like the idea of starting a debate over matters he, quite frankly, doesn't completely understand himself.]
I don't have any problems with American people. It just...feels like the ones in charge are trying to keep everyone afraid.
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...
Keep everyone afraid. That's the best way to describe it.]
Of what, though.
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...
The people in charge at least.
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You're right that the ones in charge paint it as very un-American, though.
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There probably are, but hell if they'll own up to it. America witch hunts people for wearing red.
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Hopefully it doesn't come to an actual war. I'd...really rather not see any of us used for that kind of thing.
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Last thing I wanna be is some soldier in a war I didn't start.
[He smiles, though.]
But hey, maybe the'll surprise us.
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What do you mean?
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[He shakes his head as his arms fold, watching that speech wrap up in the distance.]
I've got big dreams for them, you know!
[You're totally expecting it, Kaneda.]