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

[retropolis]

"Oh. Your sister?" Misunderstood, slightly withholding? Nelson could note his accidental misstep but determined not to stumble any further, because family troubles were messy enough without clumsy outsider intervention.

So, more carefully he proceeded: "A little bit of space might give you perspective," he offered, more for her own peace of mind -- if they couldn't get back by their own volition, sometimes it helped having goals. At the next mention of magic his eyebrows rose up his forehead. "I might not call it all magic, but, uh, yes... the abilities. It is true, however incredible. But you're... used to that, maybe."

[cardea]

"Not as used to it as a I could be."

Say, if Elsa had mentioned anything. Ever. But she just gives a shrug at that, her knee-jerk defensiveness sliding easily off her shoulders. It wasn't fair to react like she expected people to know, it wasn't like Arendelle even existed here.

"Sorry, I was, ah, sheltered? Yeah, sheltered covers it. Growing up. So the whole magic thing is taking a little getting used to..."

And a thought visibly occurs.

"What can you do?"

[retropolis]

She's a little odd. But Nelson can forgive oddness in some cases, such as when it's otherwise harmless. People have their quirks, after all.

"That's what I've had to do, get used to it. It isn't simple in the least, considering that there might be all kinds of things that exist that you've never even thought of before, let alone encountered," he said, smiling faintly before he hesitantly helped himself to a small square of fudge to delay answering for just a couple of moments.

"It isn't what I do so much as-- well. It's like a radio in my head," he said finally, a little slowly. "Mostly I try to ignore it."