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Mask or Menace | MODERATORS ([personal profile] maskormods) wrote in [community profile] maskormenacelogs2014-02-15 05:18 pm

I’ve traveled all this way for something

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. )
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[personal profile] selfimage 2014-03-01 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
He reaches out a dark nailed hand to steady her shoulder. It was a joke, but he doesn't move to specify. Instead he just gives her a glance before looking back at the consumable casualties.

"Do you think they have their own clean-up crew? They must if they're so insistent on keeping us. If we must we can go gently liberate the napkins from table to table and make a valiant effort at clean-up."

But all and all? Despite his suggestion, he would rather not.
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[personal profile] dragony 2014-03-04 12:18 pm (UTC)(link)
The hand grounds her, better than her own hands held out from her sides in some imitation of a tightrope-walker; they fall back to her sides, the danger of ultimate humiliation passing at last.

It isn't an answer to her question—had he spoken to her before this moment, for that matter? Or is it a conversation only starting now because she interrupted?—but the immediate wrinkling of her nose is answer enough to that suggestion. Cleaning up at home is one thing, but the risk of winding up in some grocery tabloid, introduced to the world as girl collecting gelatin from floor, holds no appeal to her. Vanity, pride, whatever--who wants to be identified by something like that?

"If they don't," she murmurs in low conspiracy, not keen on being overheard either, "then they expect the ship to sink before the moon does."

Well. It was what she anticipated, anyway.