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maskormenacelogs2017-12-30 08:19 pm
the_caped_crusader) wrote in maskormenacelogs2017-12-30 08:19 pm
new years eve party! ota
WHO: Everybody!
WHERE: De Chima Grand Hotel (and the entire block around it)
WHEN: December 31st, 2017
WHAT: New Years Eve Bash!
WARNINGS: Drinking, partying, etc.
[De Chima's Grand Hotel is the city's most luxurious and expensive hotel, mirroring the sophistication and art-forward nature of the neighborhood that surrounds it. The space inside is an electic mix of cast-iron detailing and majestic masonry columns, all of which create a leap from the street outside to the accomodations inside. Bruce rented the entire hotel months in advance, wanting to make a gesture to imPorts and native citizens for all of the turmoil they endured over the past year. Now, instead, they could all come together and celebrate their entry into a new year, and hopefully, better circumstances.
The hotel leads party-goers up the iron wrought grand stair, hand painted silver leaf ceiling overhead, to equally beautiful hand painted elevator doors. It takes them all the way to the rooftop, a spacious outdoor oasis with unobstructed views to De Chima's own glittering New Years Eve ball. There's a premium open bar, with catered hors d'oeuvres and dessert stations. Festive hats, horns, and noisemakers are complimentary as well as Champagne at midnight.
Not to be outdone, Tony Stark has the entire street outside of the hotel set up with a DJ and the largest speaker setup anyone has ever seen, blasting an upbeat playlist of blood-pumping music. Woden is, unfortunately, uninvited from performing after the events of last month, his photo passed around to security and bouncers alike to remove him from performing. Unfortunately, Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo, who had planned on attending, is immediately removed from the premises by mistake. He can be heard screaming through his vocodor that there is some sort of mistake, but his cries go untended. As with the rooftop above, complimentary Champane and alcohol is served at ground level.
At midnight, the countdown begins to 2018, with a fireworks display the moment the ball drops at 12:00, a joint effort between both billionaires, and one of the few things the both of them could actually agree upon for the evening. HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERYONE AT MOM!]
WHERE: De Chima Grand Hotel (and the entire block around it)
WHEN: December 31st, 2017
WHAT: New Years Eve Bash!
WARNINGS: Drinking, partying, etc.
[De Chima's Grand Hotel is the city's most luxurious and expensive hotel, mirroring the sophistication and art-forward nature of the neighborhood that surrounds it. The space inside is an electic mix of cast-iron detailing and majestic masonry columns, all of which create a leap from the street outside to the accomodations inside. Bruce rented the entire hotel months in advance, wanting to make a gesture to imPorts and native citizens for all of the turmoil they endured over the past year. Now, instead, they could all come together and celebrate their entry into a new year, and hopefully, better circumstances.
The hotel leads party-goers up the iron wrought grand stair, hand painted silver leaf ceiling overhead, to equally beautiful hand painted elevator doors. It takes them all the way to the rooftop, a spacious outdoor oasis with unobstructed views to De Chima's own glittering New Years Eve ball. There's a premium open bar, with catered hors d'oeuvres and dessert stations. Festive hats, horns, and noisemakers are complimentary as well as Champagne at midnight.
Not to be outdone, Tony Stark has the entire street outside of the hotel set up with a DJ and the largest speaker setup anyone has ever seen, blasting an upbeat playlist of blood-pumping music. Woden is, unfortunately, uninvited from performing after the events of last month, his photo passed around to security and bouncers alike to remove him from performing. Unfortunately, Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo, who had planned on attending, is immediately removed from the premises by mistake. He can be heard screaming through his vocodor that there is some sort of mistake, but his cries go untended. As with the rooftop above, complimentary Champane and alcohol is served at ground level.
At midnight, the countdown begins to 2018, with a fireworks display the moment the ball drops at 12:00, a joint effort between both billionaires, and one of the few things the both of them could actually agree upon for the evening. HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERYONE AT MOM!]
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[riptide continues to look around, clearly confused.]
I didn't mean to do that.
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Yeah, I figured. You partyin' hard, huh? They got New Year's parties on Cybertron? How long're your years in Earth years, anyway?
[He clinks his glass in a toast against Riptide's ankle and sips.]
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[Duo sips at his drink.] 's only got algae and microbe lifeforms native to it. Hell, terraformation probably wouldn't have been possible without 'em.
Cybertron's not so different from here after all, in some ways, huh?
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[ugh. he's a little more... honest? when he's drunk, apparently.]
Cybertron's a bombed out shithole.
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[Whatever, he just drinks instead.] Jesus. They get more and more similar every day. Happy New Year.
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[he huffs, shifting to cross his legs.]
What did you want?
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Nothing, really. Was kinda just checkin' on ya. The party hasn't blown up into a full on disaster yet, so that's a plus.
I haven't heard a peep from your problems lately, think some of 'em got Ported out. Thank Lachesis for the little things, I guess.
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[brain internet connection! fun times.]
Uh. Thanks?
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Yeah. You enjoy being up there? Felt a little more comfy? Apart from the almost getting blown up parts, that sucked. I feel ya.
Still kinda jealous, but my plans to get up there got ...sidetracked. [Tch, and at this point, he's not sure he'll be able to use that lead anymore.]
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[he shrugs.]
It was space. What were your plans? You shoulda come up with us. Auditioned.
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Naaah, nah, I'm not a limelight kinda guy. [Duo chuckles, waving a hand.] I wouldn't be any good for the entertainment. Except maybe the snappy commentary. Anyway, [He easily half-lies] I been looking into the development of space tourism in this world. Hits kinda close to the history of my world, was curious of the technology would be something I could work with.
When I was younger I used to have my own shuttle service, did deliveries around the orbital colonies, that kinda thing.
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[he just hates it because he doesn't get it.]
Don't bother. I don't think space travel is close to being a reality here, BB3K notwithstanding. It was a pretty primitive craft. No good for long stretches.
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...Yeah. Humans never considered physical travel outside the galaxy as being even close to a possibility, in my time. Which I assume is what you mean by long stretches. A couple planets over in the same star system, at best. But hey, that's a matter of perspective, I still think it's worth checking into.
Problem is, even if you get into space... There's nowhere to go worth a damn. Not for a human, anyway.
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[he shakes his head.]
Yep. You're a worthless race. Next point.
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[But, a ship like a human craft? That very well meant it could have been someone like OTO... Duo inwardly thinks on the matter for a few moments before deciding to look into it later.]
You don't wanna go home? [It's more a statement than a question.]
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[he throws his arms up, getting a bit of a reaction from people still wary of him.]
Home here? If Cybertron even exists here then it could still be in the middle of war. This could be an alternate universe where Megatron won. I mean, I doubt it, but I'm not ruling it out! [he shakes his head.] I want to go home, but I can also wait. If I get too sick of it all, I'll just go into stasis somewhere for a couple hundred years. See what the situation is when I wake up.
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[He looks skeptical- that Cybertron still exists in this world, but Duo nods along. Better safe than sorry, Riptide wasn't wrong about that, not when the consequences would be getting pulled back into an intergalactic war on that scale.] Jeez, wish we could just go into stasis like that, eh. [He says with contextless irony, bitterness flashing in his eyes. Fuckin' Yuy.]
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[he taps his finger off his chin.]
Maybe look into it. A hundreds years isn't really that long, when you think about it.
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People popsicles.
[Man, he needs a refill.] Heh! For you guys it's hardly a blink, isn't it? For us, 3 decades and... it's like your whole life has gone by. [Wasted.]
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[Mortality, what a laugh]
How do Cybertronians stasis, anyway? Obviously, being non-organic you don't have to worry about decomposition so much, but the materials of your bodies don't ever degrade?
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Guess you gotta hope your internal clock wakes you up before the nearest sun goes nova.
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[he snorts.]
Yeah. They're pretty good at doing that.