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Entry tags:
- !event log,
- harleen quinzel | harley quinn,
- nikolai | silver,
- † a2 | n/a,
- † amadeus cho | hulk,
- † anatoly eldarov | n/a,
- † andrew pulaski | apollo,
- † arthur pendragon | excalibur,
- † bela talbot | n/a,
- † blue oak | n/a,
- † count dooku | darth tyranus,
- † daenerys targaryen | khaleesi,
- † danny pink | n/a,
- † donna noble | n/a,
- † duo maxwell | shinigami,
- † dylan mcavoy | d33,
- † frederick chilton | chief of staff!!,
- † haen hithiel | chatterbug,
- † hans gruber | n/a,
- † jacob taylor | the protector,
- † james jesse | the trickster,
- † jean grey | the phoenix,
- † jon snow | lord snow,
- † jorah mormont | jorah the andal,
- † laurel lance | the black canary,
- † mae borowski | maeday,
- † maeve millay | n/a,
- † major lilywhite | chaos kidnapper,
- † manabu yuuki | punching bag,
- † meetra surik | the exile,
- † motoko kusanagi | the major,
- † petyr baelish | littlefinger,
- † rincewind | n/a,
- † sakuri kunikai | n/a,
- † sam merlotte | n/a,
- † steve rogers | captain america,
- † theon greyjoy | turncloak,
- † veronica sawyer | dead girl walking,
- † yusuke kitagawa | fox,
- †: armitage hux | starkiller
LOVE IS A BURNING THING / AND IT MAKES A FIERY RING
WHO: imPorts!
WHERE: De Chima Expo Hall
WHEN: July 13, from 6 PM to midnight!
WHAT: Swearing in in motion! The local tech giants honour De Chima's new imPort ambassador with roombas, games, and hoverboards galore - but a couple of clones decide it's their time to interfere. Oh, my!
WARNINGS: Fire, and violence! If this needs to be updated, please let us know.
Welcome to the technological capitol of, if not the United States, then at least the cities that imPorts live and have a real say in. The city government and local tech companies have teamed up in celebration of the election of the newest Ambassador, Sam Merlotte. While Heaven Scent, a recently noisier biotech company than most, is somewhat conspicuously absent from those in attendance, the rest of De Chima has turned out with bells on. Or, in honor of the new ambassador, dog whistles on. No disrespect meant; it's all in good fun for honoring the newest player in the city's fluorishing political scene! This Swear-In, like many others, is filled with luxury, pomp and circumstance with finely dressed waiters weaving in and out through the crowds carrying free cocktails (virgin and alcoholic alike!) and finger foods (is that caviar? what's in that puff pastry? oh, what is that mysterious meat onna stick?) that imPorts can pick at throughout the night, either standing around the hall, exiting out to the lovely porch decked out with tables, chairs and fairy lights galore, or at the long, wooden tables. Do be careful, though, because not all of the grub on-hand is safe - Veronica is manning a slushie stand that will be laced with laxatives and sleeping pills, oh my!
For those wanting to make this party a little more lively, there's a large, hardwood dance floor ready and waiting for those inclined to get their boogie on, and a robot-manned string quartet in the back playing lively music - although if you approach them with a request, they may be able to dig around in their memory banks for something a little less genteel. The other half of the hall, however, has turned into a tech expo, and boy, is it ever busy! There are representatives from every corner of the tech industry, from the newest in VR gaming to a state-of-the-art fridge to the newest in hovercars to candy manufacturers selling gum that they claim can grant temporary x-ray vision (the veracity of this claim is, unfortunately, a little suspect). Some of the stalls imPorts may be keen on is the roomba stall, which has embraced the art of illegal roomba fights to a moral legal source; these roombas have been made into little death machines, and they encourage imPorts to gamble on which one will win - with all proceeds going to charity, of course! If that wasn't enough for you, they also have the capability of traveling along the walls and along the ceilings - the usefulness of this is dubious, but it's awfully fun to watch the display!
Or perhaps you'd like to engage in some VR gaming, in which imPorts are put into a closed off maze with padded walls and floors, given lightweight plastic guns, and are set loose into a world of adventure. This is, essentially, a glorified game of laser tag, but with a twist - while they'll be able to see other imPorts perfectly, they'll see their surroundings either as a space military base, an arid rainforest surrounding Aztec ruins, the tombs of an pyramid or a base in Anarctica, complete with special effects - if it rains in the game, a machine spitting out water will turn on, if they're in the desert, they'll be surrounded by heat lamps, and they've got one hell of a snow machine!
Or perhaps you'd like to take a peek at the stunt course set up for the newest and coolest in hoverboard technology! Hoverboards have been around for a while, but until this point, kick flips and tricks have been limited, with the boards quickly spinning out of control once they gain a little air. But with these new calibrations, there's a whole new world out there for all resident sk8er bois! ImPorts can nab a hoverboard and try their hand at the ramps and half-tubes erected - and if they manage to beat the high score (each trick is assigned points!), they're given a hoverboard of their very own! And while the stall doesn't encourage people taking off with hoverboards to whiz across the entire hall with like an asshole, well, they're not going to stop them. Don those cool guy shades and get hopping, imPorts!
Close to 10 PM, a small crowd with less enthusiastic reactions to the import celebrities begin to gather. They aren't let inside the building - the state of the art security systems and local police force protecting De Chima see to that. However anyone looking outside the windows may see the occasional anti-imPort sign, questioning why a group that routinely causes so much damage in the community should be allowed an elected advocate, particularly with, they claim, the erratic behaviour exhibited by them in the past weeks. They're easy to ignore, but some of the local business will start inviting groups of imPorts to exit the reception hall and come take after-hours, behind the scenes tours of their manufacturing plants and R&D departments to distract them from all this unpleasantness. Alienating people from worlds full of potentially shareable new technologies isn't great for business, after all! Other imPorts may decide to steer clear of this crowd and leave altogether, which is for the best. As things begin to feel a little tense, you may want to watch out - one Jon Snow may decide to start a brawl!
Those that stay until 11 PM are in for a whole different world of trouble, however. At this time the protesters, already nearly impossible to hear over the music and chatter, fall totally silent. There are fewer and fewer waiters present, booths are left unattended and the various staff members are absent from their posts. All in all, about half the natives present have trickled out of the festivities in the last hour. Their whereabouts become suddenly apparent as the main doors to the hall burst open, revealing the lot of them, many carrying make-shift weapons (no guns that can be seen, but candlesticks, table legs, and even inappropriately wielded Roombas can be seen). At the head of them stands a blond man in a black jacket who surveys the room in silence for a long moment before speaking in an impossibly loud voice. "You who mingle, who stand and accept these wretched creatures as equals. You are not worthy of our new world." He raises a hand and, originating from his fingers, thick smoke-like clouds begin to fill the room. At this signal, the natives rush forward from behind, attacking anyone and everything they can, imPort and native alike, with a blind, senseless zeal. No amount of talking to them can shake them from their rage - only knocking them unconscious will stop their assault. As this happens, a large flaming creature soars a circle around the room before flying towards the ceiling, lighting curtains, tables, display stands, and, yes, tragically the glasses of booze along with any person that doesn't dodge in on fire as it swirls about the entire hall. With a mighty crash, it hits the ceiling, setting fire to a large portion of it. Anyone waiting for sprinklers or the sound of sirens is going to be sorely disappointed. No water falls and no natives not currently in the building are coming to their aid. And what of the blond man? Why, he seems to have simply disappeared!
So much for unity.
WHERE: De Chima Expo Hall
WHEN: July 13, from 6 PM to midnight!
WHAT: Swearing in in motion! The local tech giants honour De Chima's new imPort ambassador with roombas, games, and hoverboards galore - but a couple of clones decide it's their time to interfere. Oh, my!
WARNINGS: Fire, and violence! If this needs to be updated, please let us know.
Welcome to the technological capitol of, if not the United States, then at least the cities that imPorts live and have a real say in. The city government and local tech companies have teamed up in celebration of the election of the newest Ambassador, Sam Merlotte. While Heaven Scent, a recently noisier biotech company than most, is somewhat conspicuously absent from those in attendance, the rest of De Chima has turned out with bells on. Or, in honor of the new ambassador, dog whistles on. No disrespect meant; it's all in good fun for honoring the newest player in the city's fluorishing political scene! This Swear-In, like many others, is filled with luxury, pomp and circumstance with finely dressed waiters weaving in and out through the crowds carrying free cocktails (virgin and alcoholic alike!) and finger foods (is that caviar? what's in that puff pastry? oh, what is that mysterious meat onna stick?) that imPorts can pick at throughout the night, either standing around the hall, exiting out to the lovely porch decked out with tables, chairs and fairy lights galore, or at the long, wooden tables. Do be careful, though, because not all of the grub on-hand is safe - Veronica is manning a slushie stand that will be laced with laxatives and sleeping pills, oh my!
For those wanting to make this party a little more lively, there's a large, hardwood dance floor ready and waiting for those inclined to get their boogie on, and a robot-manned string quartet in the back playing lively music - although if you approach them with a request, they may be able to dig around in their memory banks for something a little less genteel. The other half of the hall, however, has turned into a tech expo, and boy, is it ever busy! There are representatives from every corner of the tech industry, from the newest in VR gaming to a state-of-the-art fridge to the newest in hovercars to candy manufacturers selling gum that they claim can grant temporary x-ray vision (the veracity of this claim is, unfortunately, a little suspect). Some of the stalls imPorts may be keen on is the roomba stall, which has embraced the art of illegal roomba fights to a moral legal source; these roombas have been made into little death machines, and they encourage imPorts to gamble on which one will win - with all proceeds going to charity, of course! If that wasn't enough for you, they also have the capability of traveling along the walls and along the ceilings - the usefulness of this is dubious, but it's awfully fun to watch the display!
Or perhaps you'd like to engage in some VR gaming, in which imPorts are put into a closed off maze with padded walls and floors, given lightweight plastic guns, and are set loose into a world of adventure. This is, essentially, a glorified game of laser tag, but with a twist - while they'll be able to see other imPorts perfectly, they'll see their surroundings either as a space military base, an arid rainforest surrounding Aztec ruins, the tombs of an pyramid or a base in Anarctica, complete with special effects - if it rains in the game, a machine spitting out water will turn on, if they're in the desert, they'll be surrounded by heat lamps, and they've got one hell of a snow machine!
Or perhaps you'd like to take a peek at the stunt course set up for the newest and coolest in hoverboard technology! Hoverboards have been around for a while, but until this point, kick flips and tricks have been limited, with the boards quickly spinning out of control once they gain a little air. But with these new calibrations, there's a whole new world out there for all resident sk8er bois! ImPorts can nab a hoverboard and try their hand at the ramps and half-tubes erected - and if they manage to beat the high score (each trick is assigned points!), they're given a hoverboard of their very own! And while the stall doesn't encourage people taking off with hoverboards to whiz across the entire hall with like an asshole, well, they're not going to stop them. Don those cool guy shades and get hopping, imPorts!
Close to 10 PM, a small crowd with less enthusiastic reactions to the import celebrities begin to gather. They aren't let inside the building - the state of the art security systems and local police force protecting De Chima see to that. However anyone looking outside the windows may see the occasional anti-imPort sign, questioning why a group that routinely causes so much damage in the community should be allowed an elected advocate, particularly with, they claim, the erratic behaviour exhibited by them in the past weeks. They're easy to ignore, but some of the local business will start inviting groups of imPorts to exit the reception hall and come take after-hours, behind the scenes tours of their manufacturing plants and R&D departments to distract them from all this unpleasantness. Alienating people from worlds full of potentially shareable new technologies isn't great for business, after all! Other imPorts may decide to steer clear of this crowd and leave altogether, which is for the best. As things begin to feel a little tense, you may want to watch out - one Jon Snow may decide to start a brawl!
Those that stay until 11 PM are in for a whole different world of trouble, however. At this time the protesters, already nearly impossible to hear over the music and chatter, fall totally silent. There are fewer and fewer waiters present, booths are left unattended and the various staff members are absent from their posts. All in all, about half the natives present have trickled out of the festivities in the last hour. Their whereabouts become suddenly apparent as the main doors to the hall burst open, revealing the lot of them, many carrying make-shift weapons (no guns that can be seen, but candlesticks, table legs, and even inappropriately wielded Roombas can be seen). At the head of them stands a blond man in a black jacket who surveys the room in silence for a long moment before speaking in an impossibly loud voice. "You who mingle, who stand and accept these wretched creatures as equals. You are not worthy of our new world." He raises a hand and, originating from his fingers, thick smoke-like clouds begin to fill the room. At this signal, the natives rush forward from behind, attacking anyone and everything they can, imPort and native alike, with a blind, senseless zeal. No amount of talking to them can shake them from their rage - only knocking them unconscious will stop their assault. As this happens, a large flaming creature soars a circle around the room before flying towards the ceiling, lighting curtains, tables, display stands, and, yes, tragically the glasses of booze along with any person that doesn't dodge in on fire as it swirls about the entire hall. With a mighty crash, it hits the ceiling, setting fire to a large portion of it. Anyone waiting for sprinklers or the sound of sirens is going to be sorely disappointed. No water falls and no natives not currently in the building are coming to their aid. And what of the blond man? Why, he seems to have simply disappeared!
So much for unity.
Meetra Surik (The Exile) | Star Wars
Meetra had never been the one going to fancy events, even when she'd been a general for the Republic. But she'd still learned enough to have the idea of dressing nice, wearing her nice pants and non-patched jacket in. The people at the door didn't take the double-bladed light saber at her hip when she entered, so even that clasped to a nice, newly polished leather belt.
So she didn't stand out too much as she cheered on a roomba fight currently happening on the wall, nearly 10 feet in the air. While they had rudimentary AI, they were no protocol droids. There was no shame in gambling on little destruction.]
Twenty says the one with the blade wins.
10 that night
Meetra simply stands on the balcony, glass of wine in hand, and watches the assembling crowd for a time. Still new to this world, everything was proving to be a learning experience. This one made sense. For every issue there were multiple angles.
But with children in the building, it was still unpleasant. She glanced at the person closest to her.
"I shouldn't have left the dance floor."
11th hour monster
The lightsaber stayed in place. There was no fighting literal fire with it and it wasn't exactly known as non-lethal weapon. So it was just her and her still struggling connection to the Force dealing with all...this. Any doubts had to be pushed aside, however, Meetra entering this newest mission with a single focus. Get people out of the room. Right.
"Get out!"
She snapped it at the nearest human charging her, putting the power of the Force into. He faltered, eyes wide for a long several seconds- then he turned and ran out of the building. Just in time for a second one to get close enough to be swinging a candle stick at her head before she could pivot and Force push him away.
Okay. So. New plan. Suggestion took too long. With a deep breath she held a hand forward, lifting three of the attackers off the ground at once. Now it was just time to get part two of the plan: get a partner in this scheme.
"Hey, help me out!"
early evening
He's dressed in an olive green ensemble in an attempt to blend in with the local fashions as he tries to promote his fledgling moving business. He looks over the woman next to him briefly before turning back to the fight.
"I'll take that bet. My money's on the one with the hammer."
no subject
There are serious things happening in the world and serious reasons they are here, but forget them all. Enjoy the small bits of happiness while they're there. So she grins at the man as she pulls her bill out of her back pocket.
no subject
"I'm the kind of guy who's into whatever'll get the job done."
11th hour!
Her attention is diverted when she heard Meetra calling out for help, turning around to look. Laurel gaped at the three people hovering in the air, then realised that the woman was the one who was doing it. She accepted that kind of thing as the norm now so she wasn't really phased by it. Laurel moved in beside Meetra and shifted into a defensive stance, fists raised up.
"I got your back. What's the plan here?"
no subject
It's a very rough plan, okay? But with the whole situation literally on fire around them, it's the best option. She shifted her own stance so her and the other woman could best move as a team, warding off any additional attackers as they tried to take care of these three.
"I can get them out a window if you can get it open."
no subject
They didn't really have much time to plan tactics and there wasn't anyone else around to give them a hand. Plus, Laurel didn't know how long the other woman could hold the men up for. She blocked an attack before making her way over to the closest window, grabbing the handle and pushing it open.
"Alright, go!"
10 to 11
"Because what's better for dancing than a growing mob?" His particular breed of sarcasm sounds very upbeat, and he gives a bemused look before leaning out over the balcony to look down.
"Really starting to feel like there's a lot more going on than I have any grasp on."
early evening
"Gambling on the destruction of droids, I see."
Does he sound like he's judging? He probably sounds like he's judging.