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

[swordedpast]

[ He can detect sarcasm at twenty paces. Sometimes even when it's not there. So this one's easy, and he has every intention of responding in kind. ]

Did you ever doubt? They call this a town for heroes, right? So naturally, someone will be looking out for everyone. That's what heroes do.

[fingerbang]

I suppose I'm just a pessimist that way. Save that kind of talk for the ballroom and you'll be a real hit.

[ Her smile, delivered edgewise, is more teeth than anything else, but she's still yet to get truly aggressive. There's no need, and it would be unbecoming given that she's currently staring at some dish that looks a little like this. Aggression and aspics just don't mix well. ]

Or have you already given your statement?

[swordedpast]

[ His gaze starts to kind of flatten out, brittle sarcasm traded in for actual grim angst. ]

I haven't decided yet. It's a useless thing; either way, somehow, I'll be conscripted into cleaning up the messes of--

[ He probably was prepared to give a whole speech about the despairing futility, yet nevertheless inevitability, of heroism there. But that's when he sees what Lust is looking at. ]

What is that monstrosity?

[ He's been trying to avoid them. He's been trying to pick on actual delicacies and quibble about minor travesties. But eventually, the '50s food penetrates his awareness, and now--he recoils. ]

[fingerbang]

[ She's just about to switch her own focus from this... thing to the man's face when Archer follows her line of sight! As such, Lust misses out entirely on the first illuminating change of expression and looks back up to nothing but abject horror. With the one obvious exception, food is nothing but fuel to her kind, its ingestion a simple matter of energy transfer. Still, she supposes she can understand the reaction a little -- just this once. ]

It says-- [ and she's squinting at the calligraphy on the accompanying sign ] --potato salad gelatin. Of course, you might not want to trust their words so quickly. Some things can only be verified through experience.