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

[ifnotloyal]

[ Above him or on his level, it's not actually something he thinks about very often. ]

Yes, I am. [ Which means she must be new, too, right? He tilts his head. ] Um. I'm not sure if it's rude to ask what you are or not.

[ Because all he can think of is 'demon', possibly, and if he's wrong, that's probably offensive. ]

[fishbreath]

It is not rude if you do not know. How else would you learn it?

[ A second longer, and — oh, what the hell, she won't feel like she has to raise her voice. She drops to that crouch after all, forearms leaned against her knees. ]

I am an attal, and not from this planet. [ She cocks her head curiously. ] What are you?

[ifnotloyal]

[ It's out of habit that he'll lean forward to sniff at her when she drops down closer to his own level, though her asking what he is has him drawing back some in surprise. She doesn't know what a dog is? ]

I'm a dog. I'm sort of from this planet, though not exactly this one.

[fishbreath]

[ She doesn't mind the sniff — there are stranger things other species do on a first meeting. She just arranges her dress more carefully around her and settles comfortably. ]

I have seen dogs, I think. [ She frowns, thoughtful. ] But no dog like you, and I do not think the others have talked.

[ifnotloyal]

[ His ears twitch back a hint and while he doesn't frown, he certainly doesn't look very happy at the thought. 'No dog like you'. Of course, once again he's the strange one.

He supposes he should be used to it by now. ]

No. The others here don't talk, not even to me. I think I'm meant to be a special case...