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

[guiloteen]

[Are you exempt from the norm?

That question brought her eyes back to his face, away from the crowd. Her expression was analytical, which on Laura unfortunately looked as if she was considering what to do with his body post-disembowelment.

Paired with the question, his concern bothered her—but there were too many people in the room for her to be able to tell if it was a lie, if the clinical phrasing of the question was awkwardness or something more. She had heard questions like this before, in the Facility.

She had also heard them from Hank McCoy. Others.

She did not... want to make a mistake. But the question gnawed at her.]Talking about punch is not comforting.

[Beat.] I do not understand why you are doing this.

[slightlyoffchilt]

[He tilted his head at her, observing her more clinically now. His eyes darted over her features, as if transcribing down notes between his neurons. His body language had shifted; no longer prim but approachable, the muscles tensed in his hands -- right before he folded them.

While not outright aggressive, his intent to analyze communicated through his body.]

Do you need to understand?

[The question came softly, gently. Almost like he was trying to sympathize.]

My intentions aren't mischievous. I'm simply relating to you, as one does. After all, conversation can so easily reduce loneliness.

[guiloteen]

[She doesn’t miss his change in body language, and doesn’t like it, either: that much is clear on her face.

Wariness of those who try to analyze her is as much ingrained as those of her more violent instincts—and it wins out over any hesitance she had.]

It does not matter what I need. [It’s bluntly dismissive, no hesitance this time.] I do not want to talk to you anymore.

[And with that, abruptly leaves without a backward glance. Sorry, Chilton. She'll stalk you later.]