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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.
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As much as I want to say the things he says are so right, a lot has changed since then. Viktor isn't the thing keeping me from going over the deep end; I started changing long before I met him.
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[ He sighs. Shido had the same power over people, a charismatic politician telling people what they wanted to hear, whether it was good for them or not. ]
That only makes him more dangerous. Though I am glad, that there is more holding you to righteousness than just him. He could be Ported out tomorrow, for all we know.
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[ Thankfully, he learned otherwise a long time ago, not that he ever told anyone about just how important that person had been to him, and how much it hurt that she still hadn't returned. He... probably should at this point, shouldn't he? ]
...her name was Riza Hawkeye. We worked together at the Heropa police department; she's the reason I stayed there for as long as I did. We trained together a lot; she was a sniper back home, and her experience with guns was amazing.
[ He paused, swallowing hard. ]
...she seemed to know that the porter would be taking her back. She left her favorite gun on my desk before she disappeared. I've... been looking for another gun, only because I don't want to run the risk of hers getting damaged.
not here
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[ Yusuke turns his gaze back out to the protesters, thinking solemnly. Everyone he knew who was ported out had all been back before long, but there were people who left for good...if that time ever came for him, would he know? The thought of leaving people hanging, wondering if they should be waiting for him or not, dropped something cold in the pit of his stomach. ]
It is good to have help, as long as you're doing it for yourself at the end of the day, or at the very least, for those women who are no longer here.
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Most of what I do is for those reasons. It's why I've ended up making myself a successful private investigator--
[ He paused, looking sheepish for a moment. ]
...well, that, and the money is nice too. I'm glad to have something to help support Viktor and the others.
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[ Adachi shrugged; he was very well aware of the fact that the guy was pocketing the money he was giving him, and none of it was going toward the rink outside of what he paid for skate rentals. He didn't know why, but a brief investigation showed that it wasn't going toward anything illegal. As far as he knew, the guy was just an old man probably saving up for retirement. Besides, he wasn't using the money for anything else, so he didn't see the harm. ]
It's worth it, for them to have a place to practice. With any luck, they'll be able to use it exclusively whenever they need to.
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[ Yusuke doesn't feel the need to elaborate. It is what it is. ]
They may not need you to much longer, if his social media strategy plays out.
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[ Adachi shook his head. ]
All I'm interested in money-wise is making sure they succeed. What I do with my money and how I feel about them are two entirely different things.
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Entirely different? I don't believe that.
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[ The question was less a challenge and more curious. ]
I'd still support them if my feelings changed. Like I said, I want them to succeed.
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I-I like Yuuri-kun too! Besides, I started this because Viktor had me investigating the sponsors he was interested in, but a lot of the ones he wanted were mixed up in some shady business. Like seriously, he was going to ask Tony Stark for sponsorship. Just... hell no.
[ He shrugged, sipping at more of his water. ]
I felt bad that there wasn't much he could choose from, so I threw my money in to support all three of them the only way I could think of.
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You do? How is...that working for you?
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Now that he's back and has no memory of this place, and that's causing his anxiety to ramp up to ridiculous levels?
[ Not. Well. ]
I feel like someone needs to hug him and pet his head for a week until he calms down.
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[ Pet his head, really, Adachi? Unless Yuuri has some house pet transformation powers, too... ]
Maybe you should save your charm for later.
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Ha ha; hilarious.
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[ Haha...ha. Someone bury him. ]
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[ Adachi shifted his position, raising an eyebrow at Yusuke. ]
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[ He's the one lecturing you, Adachi! No dad stuff! ]
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...it's Yurio, isn't it?
[ You are such a dumb art child. ]
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Ah...of course it is.
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[ Lucky. ]
How'd it go then?
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Um. Well, he marched to my house and forced me into it unprepared, told me that he has feelings for me as well, and also that he likes Otabek and they went on a date so he has to talk to him about it.
[ Why is Adachi, of all people, the first to hear about this? Frustration comes through his voice, more than he really means, he just wants to dump his bag out and put it over his head. ]
It is not ideal.
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