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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. )

[personal profile] blue_pheasant 2014-02-23 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Arara, that sounds like something nobles would partake in," He waved his hand nonchalantly before stuffing a bunch of salmon rolls in his mouth. Sure, he could save them--but, his stomach wanted them right then and there.

"Mmmf," There was a loud gulp and a bit of coughing. "Shoot, I swallowed a tooth-pick. Anyway, I think I wouldn't mind judging that sort of competition."
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[personal profile] selfimage 2014-02-25 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Terrifying, I do hope it doesn't puncture your stomach," he says half-heartedly. "But if you wish to design such an event, I'm sure that there would be those that would willingly follow your lead. After all, who doesn't like desserts?" As for him? He wasn't entirely that invested, but he wouldn't mind seeing a few good Iron Chef knock-offs here or there, full robotics or not.

[personal profile] blue_pheasant 2014-02-26 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
Gently patting his chest with his balled up fist, Kuzan overlooked the trays of food for more items he figured he'd want to eat, later.

"Ahh, did that show get cancelled or something?" He didn't understand the prospect of other worlds yet, so he went with the easier assumption. "Sure, I'd help out making it. What about you? Got any writing experience?"