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maskormenacelogs2016-07-04 01:44 pm
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- conner kent | superboy,
- erik lehnsherr | magneto,
- fuu hououji | zephyr,
- harleen quinzel | harley quinn,
- jaime reyes | blue beetle,
- joseph kavinsky | n/a,
- kang | n/a,
- laurie collins | wallflower,
- n/a | the midnighter,
- tim drake | robin,
- wanda maximoff | scarlet witch,
- † aerith gainsborough | the ancient,
- † agent texas | n/a,
- † alberto reyes | n/a,
- † anastasya griffin | the necromancer,
- † angela ziegler | mercy,
- † aurican | what is a hero?,
- † bela talbot | n/a,
- † betty ross | n/a,
- † bruce banner | hulk,
- † carl grimes | n/a,
- † chloe price | butterfly,
- † clara oswald | n/a,
- † clark kent | superman,
- † commander shepard | blasto,
- † daryl dixon | the angel,
- † dean winchester | n/a,
- † dipper pines | n/a,
- † duv galeni | n/a,
- † edward elric | the fullmetal alchemist,
- † emmett brown | doc,
- † enid | n/a,
- † flynn scifo | n/a,
- † frisk | the human,
- † gabriel gray | sylar,
- † garrus vakarian | n/a,
- † haen hithiel | chatterbug,
- † hartley rathaway | the pied piper,
- † james jesse | the trickster,
- † jesse pinkman | diesel,
- † jimmy mcgill | saul goodman,
- † jo harvelle | n/a,
- † john watson | n/a,
- † jonathan joestar | n/a,
- † julian day | calendar man,
- † junpei iori | jun★p,
- † kaidan alenko | sentinel,
- † kanaya maryam-lalonde | psychopomp,
- † kaneda shotaro | n/a,
- † kara zor-el | supergirl,
- † karen starr | power girl,
- † kasumi goto | n/a,
- † keladry of mindelan | lady knight,
- † ken amada | n/a,
- † ken kaneki | one eyed king,
- † kitty jones | n/a,
- † komasan | the youkai king,
- † leonard snart | captain cold,
- † lexa | n/a,
- † lucy pevensie | the valiant,
- † m'gann m'orzz | miss martian,
- † mabel pines | n/a,
- † mark vorkosigan | peter michael kane,
- † marty mcfly | n/a,
- † matthew lynch | n/a,
- † maya fey | the pink princess,
- † mewtwo | n/a,
- † mick rory | heat wave,
- † mikleo | luzrov rulay,
- † miles vorkosigan | admiral naismith,
- † mitchell hundred | the great machine,
- † mr. gold | rumpelstiltskin,
- † nike lemercier | n/a,
- † normie osborn | n/a,
- † pablo arjona | n/a,
- † peggy carter | miss union jack,
- † peter parker | spider-man,
- † petyr baelish | littlefinger,
- † qubit | n/a,
- † raina | n/a,
- † rikki barnes | nomad,
- † riku replica | n/a,
- † riku | darkeater,
- † rincewind | n/a,
- † robert callaghan | yokai,
- † ruby lucas | red,
- † sabriel | abhorsen,
- † sam merlotte | n/a,
- † sasha blouse | n/a,
- † satya wallace | n/a,
- † sorey | shepherd,
- † stephanie brown | batgirl,
- † ted kord | blue beetle ii,
- † tej ghem estif arqua vorpatril | n/a,
- † the (twelfth) doctor | n/a,
- † the iron bull | the iron dragon,
- † tony stark | iron man,
- † winry rockbell | n/a,
- † yuichiro hyakuya | n/a,
- † yuri lowell | n/a
we hold these truths to be self-evident
WHO: Calendar Man, Joseph Kavinsky & YOU!
WHERE: De Chima Civil War Museum Gala, the streets of De Chima
WHEN: The Fourth of July!
WHAT: In Which There Is A Gala, Which Is Crashed, There Are Eagle Fireworks, Giant Uncle Sam, and the Declaration of Independence Is Almost Stolen
WARNINGS: Violence, injury, probably foul language, chaos, nigh-desecration of patriotic sensibilities, let me know if I should edit more in!
(( OOC: Please see this plot post! And if you're participating in any of the fights, you'll want to look at this follow-up too! Hit either of those up if you have any questions or issues, thank you! ))
THE GALA
The museum's gone all out for the exhibit, "240 years of America!", proud to be the host.
While there are American flags everywhere, the decoration is mostly tasteful but undoubtedly patriotic in nature. Everything seems to be a shade of red, white or blue.
A pair of smartly-dressed greeters at the lobby check tickets and coats, and for imPorts a flash of their tattoos in the dim light will get them through.
Once inside, the museum has a broad open floor-plan with large entrance-ways. Just past the lobby is the large main hall hosting the gala, the museum café with the open bar to the right, activities for the children or young at heart to the left, and the exhibit in the back.
The activities include presentations on American history, with actors in costume. There's also a whole row of costumes for dress-up and reenactment, from all sorts of time periods. There's even a museum-wide scavenger hunt you can get a list for from an attendant.
The main hall is split between a wide open space for dancing, and dozens of round tables with red white and blue flowers, and alternating table cloths in the same colours. The Café area has a buffet table, with a wide variety of cuisine, and some vegan and vegetarian options. And be sure to have a drink at the open bar.
There are quite a number of locals, those interested in history, local politicians, and of course, quite a few there for a chance to meet imPorts. Everyone is dressed to the nines, and be sure to appreciate all the fashions on display.
From 6-8 pm of the evening guests can relax, enjoy themselves, and partake of the festivities. They may even admire the artifacts on display, from all eras in American history, at least something from every war America has participated in, and many personal items of American presidents and other historical figures. The rest of the museum is open to those who came to gala, including quite a lot of important Civil War artifacts.
After eight, however, things get quite a bit messier.
THE FIREWORKS
There's quite a lot you can conceal in a suit jacket, if it's tailored just right, and nobody tailors like a dream thief. Nonetheless, laden with five rockets, his outfit does sit a little oddly on Kavinsky's frame, so he's grateful for the sweltering heat of summer. He carries his jacket over his arm, and leaves a greeter frowning at his rude reply. July the 4th is his favorite. It's a good day to be alive. Or you know. Not alive, whatever floats your boat.
Anyone who recognizes him immediately knows there's something strange about his presence here. He plays on his phone through a couple reenactments, and then sets off a proximity alarm to a handsome painting. He waves hello here or there. He has a bit to drink, is told he can't smoke.
And then at eight, he drops off his jacket and lights it on fire.
A waiter is the first casualty, running heroically toward the smoking garment with a fire extinguisher. When he's only five feet away, the whole thing suddenly bursts into light and heat and screaming noise. Five massive eagles, made of golden flame, erupt into the air. They immediately shoot apart from each other, shrieking, blowing over wineglasses, singeing paintings, and chasing patrons. They aren't the most dangerous thing this world has seen, but it is utter pandemonium for five minutes until they're spent.
CALENDAR MAN & UNCLE SAM
And after that, comes Calendar Man.
Julian Day has been looking forward to this for quite some time. On June 14th, Flag Day, he had even gone ahead and stolen the George Washington costume from the hit musical Franklin! for this purpose. With so many reenactors around, Julian easily slips inside during the chaos caused by his recruited fellow; just one of the actors, one dressed as George Washington.
Then he quietly starts stealing things. The alarms are already blaring by this point anyway. And just as the fireworks start to end, Calendar Man gets ready to summon his monster.
In the middle of the exhibit, visible to both those viewing the artifacts and those attending the gala, the rotting corpse of Uncle Sam seems to step out of the air itself, massive and terrifying. It's about 18 feet tall, and its top hat skims the ceiling, causing lights to fall and crash.
Julian takes that exact moment to smash the glass holding the Declaration of Independence and steal his final prize. His triumph achieved, Calendar Man calls to his creation, who lifts him from the ground.
Being raised up in the hands of his creation, Calendar Man raises his voice above the din, and cries: "Wishing you all a happy Fourth of July from Calendar Man, De Chima!"
Just so that everyone knows who's responsible.
The Uncle Sam joins in with booming laughter, oddly filtered as if it were speaking through a 60-year-old radio. Its voice, similarly eerie and echoed, is loud. "Stand and fight!"
The gala, already ruined after the fireworks, gets worse as the attendees panic, tripping over themselves to get out of the way. Soon the fight will start, and there’ll be plenty of people to rescue, structures to keep from collapsing, and artifacts to save.
WHERE: De Chima Civil War Museum Gala, the streets of De Chima
WHEN: The Fourth of July!
WHAT: In Which There Is A Gala, Which Is Crashed, There Are Eagle Fireworks, Giant Uncle Sam, and the Declaration of Independence Is Almost Stolen
WARNINGS: Violence, injury, probably foul language, chaos, nigh-desecration of patriotic sensibilities, let me know if I should edit more in!
(( OOC: Please see this plot post! And if you're participating in any of the fights, you'll want to look at this follow-up too! Hit either of those up if you have any questions or issues, thank you! ))
THE GALA
The museum's gone all out for the exhibit, "240 years of America!", proud to be the host.
While there are American flags everywhere, the decoration is mostly tasteful but undoubtedly patriotic in nature. Everything seems to be a shade of red, white or blue.
A pair of smartly-dressed greeters at the lobby check tickets and coats, and for imPorts a flash of their tattoos in the dim light will get them through.
Once inside, the museum has a broad open floor-plan with large entrance-ways. Just past the lobby is the large main hall hosting the gala, the museum café with the open bar to the right, activities for the children or young at heart to the left, and the exhibit in the back.
The activities include presentations on American history, with actors in costume. There's also a whole row of costumes for dress-up and reenactment, from all sorts of time periods. There's even a museum-wide scavenger hunt you can get a list for from an attendant.
The main hall is split between a wide open space for dancing, and dozens of round tables with red white and blue flowers, and alternating table cloths in the same colours. The Café area has a buffet table, with a wide variety of cuisine, and some vegan and vegetarian options. And be sure to have a drink at the open bar.
There are quite a number of locals, those interested in history, local politicians, and of course, quite a few there for a chance to meet imPorts. Everyone is dressed to the nines, and be sure to appreciate all the fashions on display.
From 6-8 pm of the evening guests can relax, enjoy themselves, and partake of the festivities. They may even admire the artifacts on display, from all eras in American history, at least something from every war America has participated in, and many personal items of American presidents and other historical figures. The rest of the museum is open to those who came to gala, including quite a lot of important Civil War artifacts.
After eight, however, things get quite a bit messier.
THE FIREWORKS
There's quite a lot you can conceal in a suit jacket, if it's tailored just right, and nobody tailors like a dream thief. Nonetheless, laden with five rockets, his outfit does sit a little oddly on Kavinsky's frame, so he's grateful for the sweltering heat of summer. He carries his jacket over his arm, and leaves a greeter frowning at his rude reply. July the 4th is his favorite. It's a good day to be alive. Or you know. Not alive, whatever floats your boat.
Anyone who recognizes him immediately knows there's something strange about his presence here. He plays on his phone through a couple reenactments, and then sets off a proximity alarm to a handsome painting. He waves hello here or there. He has a bit to drink, is told he can't smoke.
And then at eight, he drops off his jacket and lights it on fire.
A waiter is the first casualty, running heroically toward the smoking garment with a fire extinguisher. When he's only five feet away, the whole thing suddenly bursts into light and heat and screaming noise. Five massive eagles, made of golden flame, erupt into the air. They immediately shoot apart from each other, shrieking, blowing over wineglasses, singeing paintings, and chasing patrons. They aren't the most dangerous thing this world has seen, but it is utter pandemonium for five minutes until they're spent.
CALENDAR MAN & UNCLE SAM
And after that, comes Calendar Man.
Julian Day has been looking forward to this for quite some time. On June 14th, Flag Day, he had even gone ahead and stolen the George Washington costume from the hit musical Franklin! for this purpose. With so many reenactors around, Julian easily slips inside during the chaos caused by his recruited fellow; just one of the actors, one dressed as George Washington.
Then he quietly starts stealing things. The alarms are already blaring by this point anyway. And just as the fireworks start to end, Calendar Man gets ready to summon his monster.
In the middle of the exhibit, visible to both those viewing the artifacts and those attending the gala, the rotting corpse of Uncle Sam seems to step out of the air itself, massive and terrifying. It's about 18 feet tall, and its top hat skims the ceiling, causing lights to fall and crash.
Julian takes that exact moment to smash the glass holding the Declaration of Independence and steal his final prize. His triumph achieved, Calendar Man calls to his creation, who lifts him from the ground.
Being raised up in the hands of his creation, Calendar Man raises his voice above the din, and cries: "Wishing you all a happy Fourth of July from Calendar Man, De Chima!"
Just so that everyone knows who's responsible.
The Uncle Sam joins in with booming laughter, oddly filtered as if it were speaking through a 60-year-old radio. Its voice, similarly eerie and echoed, is loud. "Stand and fight!"
The gala, already ruined after the fireworks, gets worse as the attendees panic, tripping over themselves to get out of the way. Soon the fight will start, and there’ll be plenty of people to rescue, structures to keep from collapsing, and artifacts to save.
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He might look fairly slight, but if he can knock out a man like Mick Rory with one punch, he can definitely open a door with a little effort and strategically holding it so even when being thanked enthusiastically, it's a barrier between him and the now fleeing family. Leaves the man in the without a doubt most stylish suit of the night.
And his box.]
...go back to running.
[What's with the box?]
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Which of course means it's time for the universe to step in and complicate matters.
Rincewind stutter-steps to a surprised halt, and he barely has time to process that a fashionable stranger has strong-armed the door open or question the advice before the Luggage skids in a pool of spilled punch and accidentally barrels into the back of his legs.
Unless Snart moves out of the way, he's going to have a much closer look at both the yelping wizard and the gilded chest when they tumble into him.]
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Well, mostly just luckily for him, he is very adept at not ending up in situations that would look as silly as a collision with a Latin competition dancer and he side-steps it.
He also has fast enough reflexes to actually grab Rincewind by the back of his admirable jacket and pull him aside just in time, so he doesn't end up crashing into anything either.
The box is on its own, but in all fairness, the box seems to be better equipped at handling that.]
Maybe next time you should let it go first.
[At least it seems to know what it's doing.]
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The Luggage reaches its own stopping point, of course. Mostly by crashing into and then through the recently-opened door in a shower of shattered wood. It turns itself around in a complicated dance of legs, shakes out a few splinters, and then faces the two men as though nothing particularly interesting has occurred at all.
(Thankfully, Rincewind can blame that bit of destruction on the Uncle Sam monster. And if anyone asks, he absolutely plans to.)]
Who - who the bloody hell are you?
[it's no small thing to attempt to reclaim one's dignity after a comedy routine like that, particularly when one barely had any to begin with. Rincewind manages as best he can, shrugging one skinny, sparkling shoulder in a huff to try and turn to face Leonard properly. Probably he should be offering some sort of "thank you" right now, but who has the time?]
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His feelings remain unhurt.]
Snart. Leonard Snart. You want to get out of here?
[He doesn't know what his powers are, but he's fairly sure that whatever it is, the cowardice and incompetence he's seen on display so far might cause more harm than good. Even if mostly self-harm, if he keeps that grace up.]
Who or what is that?
[He's nodding to the Luggage, taking the time for a closer inspection.]
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The sort of stance someone of his... everything is only able to take because he has a monstrous chest by his side.]
Oh, no, I rather thought I'd spend the rest of my life staring dreamily up at the giant costumed corpse attempting to kill us all. Luckily, the longer I do that, the shorter my life is guaranteed to be. Yes, I'm rather hoping to leave.
[he is just not going to admit that he'd changed course to help that family do the same first. ...Or that Leonard assisted him. Because stupid wizard pride. (It doesn't help that he's still half-sure Leonard must have some ulterior motive, because in Rincewind's experience no one ever helps him just to help.)]
It's my Luggage. Magical, bloody dangerous chest which is a lot bigger on the inside than you'd ever guess it was. [Rincewind frowns, watching as Snart inspects the box, which seems to be inspecting him in turn, half-circling like a crab.] ...Also not quite our biggest issue at the moment.
[a statement punctuated by a loud crack somewhere behind them and the building shaking. Leonard may notice that the sarcastic redhead has "magically" disappeared. ...To stand behind him. Where it feels safer.]
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[He's going to mention it whether he admits to it or not. His eyes are on the Luggage, because whatever Rincewind says, he senses that it might be more dangerous even then the building collapsing on him. For one thing, the giant costumed corpse wasn't focused on them.
The Luggage however?]
...it looks hungry.
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Yet despite the fear and the fact that he will, very shortly, likely tear off down the hallway to safety - Rincewind can't help but feel offense. Who is this guy to tell him how to run away? It's cheeky, is what it is! Presumptuous! And... all right, maybe accurate, but you know what, it's his choice to make stupid decisions to maybe help people sometimes. Jerk.
The Luggage licks its lid in a slow, purposeful way. As if sensing Leonard sizing it up, it makes sure to lift on its legs while it's at it. Rincewind rolls his eyes even as he edges towards the door, sensing the impending pissing contest.]
It always is. That's the thing about not actually having a stomach - you can never claim to be full. You know, if you'd really like to chat more, that can be done away from the impending roof collapse!
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[He looks around himself, because as much as he's still coming to terms with his own heroic streak, at least he doesn't have any cowardice to combat it or even especially much in the way of self-preservation and there are people that look even more out of place here than the Wizzard.
Peculiar spelling.
Leonard looks at the Luggage again and, well. The sizing up is just about to conclude and something has to give one way or the other, so he puts his hand into his pocket and throws a wallet, a ring and at least one bracelet at it. Luggage needs to be filled and it's not as if any of this is his. Good way to rid himself of evidence, he supposes.]
I'll even hold the door for you.