I’ve traveled all this way for something

[maskormods]

WHO: YOU.
WHERE: Eden East's cruiseship
WHEN: Saturday February 15th, around 5 PM EST
WHAT: Registration in motion... among other things.
WARNINGS: None anticipated; let us know if this should be edited.

" The new frontier of which I speak is not a set of promises -- it is a set of challenges. It sums up not what I intend to offer the American people, but what I intend to ask of them. It appeals to their pride, not to their pocketbook -- it holds out the promise of more sacrifice instead of more security. But I tell you the new frontier is here, whether we seek it or not. "
( from jfk's speech "the new frontier," 7/15/1960. )

The sun hasn't set yet and the temperature hovers somewhere just below 70 degrees this evening; imPorts, both recently arrived and not, will have been escorted to this event so that they can meet each other, have a good time, and of course officially state their registration status. Or lack thereof. It's your decision, they emphasize, even though the unspoken "but" is always there.

It's an elaborate spread, certainly much more elegant than last time. Eden East herself, elegant in her backless champagne-colored dress, meets and greets each and every imPort as she flutters to and fro. She'll find you and chat for a few moments, shaking your hand and complimenting your dress. She'll know your name, and she'll have an entourage of aids and cameras following her wake. Captain Holiday, in contrast, maintains the energy of someone who feels out of place holding the Swear-In ceremony somewhere so extravagant. As imPorts arrive he tells them where to be for the ceremony part of the evening, but that they are free to enjoy themselves until then and after.

( Please state your character's official status -- REGISTERED or UNSETTLED -- in the subject header of your thread. Characters who are UNDECIDED may be contacted later in the week for their decision via their IC contact post. )

Comments

[boobwindow]

They gave us a choice: they have to respect it our decision.

[ Laura's young, too, so Karen worries the kids might feel more pressured into doing something they may regret. She's worked alongside teens enough to know they don't always need a tracker slapped on their wrists. ]

Not a clue. Right now I'm keeping to the job they set me up with. Gotta earn money somehow.

[guiloteen]

[Laura's hands fist in her pockets, and she looks up at Karen. Whatever emotion her expression conveys is difficult to read.]

No. They don't.

[boobwindow]

[ She stares back in silent confusion at first, the corner of her mouth forcibly quirking into a sheepish smile. She's grown used to more socially inept, but social teenagers, so Laura's monotonous attitude throws her off momentarily. ]

Anyway... I'm Karen. You?