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

[corviform]

[ His head swerves back in Loki's direction. His face grows hotter, he feels it may as well melt off along with the rest of him. He eyes the phone suspiciously. ]

What was that for?

And no! Well... a bit! But not always!

[selfimage]

Hm, not at all convincing ... two out of five, at the most? Generally, I'd give it a one point five, but there's a level of sincerity that I can't overlook ...

[he's talking mostly to himself, looking at the picture and chewing on a pirouline.]

To where did you drift?

[Loki still sounds lightly curious, finally looking up from his phone.]

1/2

[corviform]

Are you... grading me?

[ He should have known this guy was troubletroubletroublesome from the start. Nobody puts food in their pockets unless they're trouble. Or strange.

Mostly strange. ]

[corviform]

[ Gil's mouth clamps shut and he finds himself tearing away from Loki's curious gaze again. ]

Nowhere. It's not important.

[selfimage]

Your lie. It was a lie.

[there's a hint of that satisfied smile on his face again as he pushes the rest of the frosting-filled wafer in his mouth. but then he waves his hand, casually, going on.]

And that's a lie, too. It's quite difficult to pull one past someone of mendacious sentiment, but all the more satisfying. I guess it's my round-about way of saying I don't believe you.

Though I would be inclined to a subject change, if you would have it. I'm easily distracted.

[corviform]

[ Loki strikes a particular nerve in him and he takes a step back to put distance between them. ]

It's... none of your business.

[ He doesn't get the feeling further conversation with this guy will be any more pleasant. His temple still prickles him, so he decides it's time to leave before this gets any more difficult for him. ]

[selfimage]

As you will ...

[Loki puts another round cookie wafer in his mouth and chews thoughtfully as Gil takes his leave. he offers a wave and a smile.]

Toodles, Gilbert. May we meet again.