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Galla (Amaia) ([personal profile] lastofthebog) wrote in [community profile] maskormenacelogs2018-05-12 02:59 pm

May Swear In

WHO: Everyone!
WHERE: Nonah's Fairgrounds
WHEN: May 12th
WHAT: May Swear In
WARNINGS: None expected; please warn in threads if necessary

Spring is finally beginning to fade into summer with weather starting to warm, and the trees and flowers beginning to blossom into their peak, and what better way to celebrate the welcome change in weather than with a FAIR?



The fairgrounds have been transformed overnight with a swath of rides and attractions filling the field from one edge to the other. There is, of course, a booth for imPort registration that's positioned near the entrance of the fair. Even so, imPorts with an interest in registering may have to ask a fair worker for directions. The signage on the registration booth is, for some reason, faded and easy to miss among the bright and bold banners and lights drawing attendees to the different game booths that line the paths further into the grounds. Must have just been poor planning on someone's part!

Further into the park there are a wide array of the standard carnival games. Games include from balloon pops where you can win your very own "signed" copy of imPort photographs, but does anyone actually remember signing any photos…? There's also a ring toss that no one can seem to win, but the prizes include items like a water bottle discarded by Tony Stark, or dried flowers from one of Persephone's actual vines! Or maybe you'd like to prove your sharpshooter skills by knocking milk bottles down with a pellet gun? Prizes range from cheap, poorly painted figures of popular imPorts, to a handful of detailed and poseable figurines of both imPorts and famous media characters for the very best shooters.

Past the games are the many, many different food booths. You can chow down on Fried Stuff On Sticks, offering fare ranging from deep fried cheesecake on a stick to deep fried corndogs on a stick to a variety of tempura on sticks. (It counts!!) Or perhaps you prefer a healthier roasted meat? There's no shortage of options for that: roast turkey, roast beef, roast bison, roast alligator? Strangely few, if any, of these booths offer any vegetable options, but intrepid imPorts can find a booths offering superfood smoothies, quinoa bowls, or fruit parfaits tucked away at the very end of the food court.

And don't forget the main attraction (at least, the attraction Galla is most pleased with): CAPTURE THE FLAG. A parcel of land roughly the size of two side-by-side American football fields has been fenced off, and a brightly colored banner that looks like it manifested directly from the 90s is hung across the entrance, inviting all to enjoy! Inside, there is a scattering of trees to provide some natural cover in addition to man-made structures like sections of wall, pieces of large construction pipe to crawl through or hide in, and, of course, the different flag bases:



Yes, those are inflatable dinosaur heads inside an inflatable Jurassic Adventure. The flags are located inside of the temple the top of the "mountain" which, conveniently, has a rock climbing facade just in case climbing to the top of an inflatable hill is too difficult for some players.

Capture the Flag games are held hourly, and imPorts can choose to compete against each other, against natives, or even to team up with local native attendees! When competing against or with natives, imPorts are asked to refrain from flight, mind-reading, or teleportation, but it isn't a rule being strictly enforced. In fact, apart from those requests, imPorts are encouraged to use their powers as much as they like! There are natives lined up around the perimeter to watch the games play out, so why not give them a show to remember?
onlydoubts: (21)

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[personal profile] onlydoubts 2018-05-13 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay but. Why wouldn't you want to go on one? Is Bodhi's line of thinking, watching the ride whizzing by, full of riders, screaming in fear and enjoyment as they spin and swerve about. He's debating getting in line for one (alone too) when he hears 622's comment.

"What's so wrong about it?" Aside from the limited technology, lack of access to space travel...
flightforfreedom: (let me fix your shirt sir)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2018-05-13 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's basically pure sugar," Poe replied, as if he could read 622's mind. "They make it into this crazy whispy stuff and wrap it around a stick. It's pretty much the worst thing you could put into your body, but it literally melts on your tongue and tastes amazing, so I think a little treat every once in a while isn't totally out of the question."

Talking about the candy helped. Meant he could see the target for the target, rather than the helmet of a storm trooper. While 622 deliberated, he fired, and this time managed to take out the whole star.

"There we go. Much better."
loyal_soldier: (Default)

[personal profile] loyal_soldier 2018-05-13 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)

"That sounds..." Eesh. "Horrible but probably tasty." That summed up every single food he'd found here. His digestive system hated the adventures he kept going on.

Okay. Poe's aim had recovered, so that settled the deliberation. "That one, please." He pointed to the mini-Poe. "And these rifles really need to be calibrated."

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[personal profile] loyal_soldier 2018-05-13 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
That attitude brings on a slight frown, not to mention the holster. If he's not carrying a gun, why wear it at all?

All that dramatics and it's not for anything important or especially impressive. He shouldn't respond to that.

This wasn't serious, standing in a labrynth of bright colors and greasy food and nothing dangerous about. But by the Emperor he was not going to let down the Corps when it came to sharpshooting.

"I'll do it." No frills, no showboating. Just walk up, recieve a flimsy and poorly-calibrated gun, and start firing. Each little slug pings off a target in quick succession. 100%.

He checks to make sure the gun is unloaded before handing it back to the booth clerk. "If anyone wants the prize, feel free to take it." He wasn't sure what he'd do with a little statue thing anyway.
flightforfreedom: (oh so you're just an idiot then)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2018-05-13 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, that's exactly what it is. Horrible but tasty." He put the gun down, then pointed to the droid.

The woman at the booth just rolled her eyes to 622's comments as she gave them both their prizes. Poe paused, looking at his tiny bb-8, then at the tiny poe, and then pushed the droid into 622's hands.

"That's BB-8. They're supposed to be together, so you should keep him." A pause. "You haven't actually met him yet, have you?"
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[personal profile] loyal_soldier 2018-05-13 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
There's always that little hitch in his chest when he starts talking to someone that he shouldn't, before his conscious brain can whip the rest of him back into shape. Truce is still in effect. Got it? Good. Carry on.

"Half these things look like they haven't had proper upkeep in years." He wasn't sure, but he thought he saw something fall off of one of the rides. Maybe it was a bit of food from one of the patrons, maybe it was a bolt, who knows? "And the other half look like G-force training sims." They'd had to do a lot of those. Boarding and landing didn't always have the benefits of inertial dampeners, and the first week or so of training for that was always a nightmare of sick cadets, including himself. He'd gotten used to it, but it was something you had to deal with, not something you deliberately sought otu.
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[personal profile] loyal_soldier 2018-05-13 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
That reaction earned a stern frown, but no further commentary. There should be some sort of law about that. Keep these things honest.

"If you want them both you can have the--no, I haven't. You have a droid here?" He hadn't seen any around here besides K-2SO.
flightforfreedom: (handsome as fuck tyvm)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2018-05-13 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, I want you to have them." He looked around, scanning the crowd.

"Yeah, he likes to meet people so he wandered off somewhere, but I'm sure we can find him. Let's get some cotton candy and I'll see if I can introduce you. He's my astromech - saved my life more times than I can count."
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[personal profile] loyal_soldier 2018-05-13 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
He'd just... stick these in his pockets, then. He'd finally managed to find a jacket that felt like it had enough pockets to make up for the lack of utility belt, with proper closures on them and everything.

Mini-Poe is still too tall to fit, though, so it's going to have to stay peeking out of his pocket for now.

Oh. An astromech. That's probably why he hadn't seen anything from this droid before: TIE pilots don't fly with astromechs. That would have given it away.

He swallows to tamp down on the queasy feeling that leaves him with, nodding. "Candy first, then." He pats the little droid-shaped lump in his pocket. "And I know what to look out for now."
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[personal profile] shesalittle 2018-05-13 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
A. Games

Karolina arrives at the fair a good half hour before she's supposed to meet Nico, leaving her plenty of time to wander. She spends a little bit staring at the prizes for the ring toss. It's hardly alien to see Avengers merchandise, and some of the others she recognizes as having counterpart stories back home. But the intensity of selling people's garbage is kind of a new one for her.

She settles instead on the sharpshooter games, though she's halfway through her second attempt before she makes a single shot.

B. Flag

She should use her powers on the field. This is exactly the kind of practice opportunity that she's been looking for. But she's still getting a handle on them, and she doesn't want to blast anyone unless she's sure they can take it.

So she snaps off her bracelet and takes the field glowing, but she mostly sticks to a half-hearted attempt at defense while she tries to scout out a suitable practice partner or two.


C. Food (feat. Nico Minoru)

After she's gone through a round of Capture the Flag, she meets up with Nico for their first ever official date. They spend a bit just wandering, hand in hand, before stopping at the food court.

She makes a face when she sees the kind of fare on offer, but she orders both a corndog and a portable cheesecake.

She regrets that decision about two bites into the corndog, and it shows on her face.

(All options OTA! Join her on the field or at a booth or come say hi to her and on Nico as they wander)
h2no: ([holt voice] oh no)

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[personal profile] h2no 2018-05-13 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[m's sudden voice makes archie start and half fling, half throw the dart. it ends up in the grass - almost the foot - of the stall owner.]

Shit! Sorry-- I didn't... [he puts an apologetic $10 on the table for the owner, then turns to face m, face pale.] Heeeeeyyyy, bro. What's-- what's up?

[he's terrified, despite himself, and it shows.]
h2no: (stab a bitch with the beard)

food!

[personal profile] h2no 2018-05-13 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Archie, likewise, has a cluster of sticks, though they're all instantly recognizable as various kinds of vegetables. He's boring like that.

He looks over to Jacob, eyebrow cocked, "I barely even know what they are..." he comments, then looks back to one of his own sticks.

"Though this deep-frying thing is great. Deep fried butter? Deep fried ice cream? Maybe the chef is hidin' a power back there, huh? Ha!"
h2no: (thumbz up)

games

[personal profile] h2no 2018-05-13 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Who's water bottle was it?" Archie asks, leaning against the stall display, to the side. "Anyone you know?"

He noticed Jonathan was back in his skin suit a couple days ago when they'd chatted on the network, so... what gives? He needs to ask about it, he thinks. Maybe not somewhere so public.

"I think I saw something from you, earlier. A burger wrapper? Arceus, that's gross."
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[personal profile] sanguinespell 2018-05-13 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[Nico never really goes to these things, but a carnival had seemed like something fun to do with Karolina. There were worse ideas for a first proper date, after all. There's a definite contrast between the two of them, as Nico stands there with her usual style--black dress, silver jewelry, dark makeup, shades and a parasol.

She watches Karolina make her order with barely veiled amusement, brow arched as she navigates this new territory. And sure enough, her choices pair poorly, as Nico laughs quietly behind her hand. She can't help it.
]

How is it, K? Everything gucci?
knaval: that is a straight up zoinks (*we find)

"food"

[personal profile] knaval 2018-05-13 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[riptide just turns to duo with wide eyes. he is delighted. he has... deep fried pizza.

it's incredible how he's still a giant beanpole and his skin is relatively blemish free at this point, honestly.]


Something's attacking your heart? I don't understand. Is it the nanites?

[slow bite of pizza. he does not look very worried, considering what he just pitched.]
knaval: made by <user name=buttadventure> (*on orders from him)

food

[personal profile] knaval 2018-05-13 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
It doesn't matter what animals they are!

[there's a very tall, very skinny guy standing behind the negotiator. riptide cocks his head, then gestures at the menu.]

They're all deep fried and they all taste the same, honestly!

[not true, but he has messed up tastebuds.]

...Get the butter stick.
knaval: made by <user name=buttadventure> (*we   sail out)

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[personal profile] knaval 2018-05-13 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Riptide does not take part in the game, but he does swooce on over to where he sees 622 standing, slouching with his hands in his pockets.

"Hey," he says, carefully. He wonders if the guy remembers him. "I'm surprised you're here. What do you make of it?"
flightforfreedom: (wait for the worst)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2018-05-13 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
It was, in fact, exactly why 622 hadn't met BB-8, but it was also why Poe wanted him to meet BB-8 now. He'd promised no more secrets and he was doing his damndest to live by that. No more secrets, no more lies. Even by omission. Not when he could help it.

"He's not hard to spot, long as you're looking at about knee-height." Poe shoved his hands into his pockets, scanning the crowd once more - not for BB-8, this time, but for Kylo or Hux - before reassuring himself and then heading to the cotton candy booth.

"You holding up okay?"
hellrisen02: (What did you think when you lost another)

Re: "food"

[personal profile] hellrisen02 2018-05-13 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Nah, though they're completely capable of that, if they wanted to!

[Duo hums thoughtfully, taking a lick of the fried icecream cone he's got in hand.] Okay so, the human cardiovascular system- that's what pumps our hearts and runs blood through our bodies, like your energon I guess?- it can get clogged up and squeezed by internal pressure caused by fat bloating. Um, roughly? I'm not a doctor.

Anyway, when your heart swells up because it can't pump anymore, you have what's called a heart attack. And then you die. Still worth the food, though. Whatcha got there, pizza?
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[personal profile] loyal_soldier 2018-05-13 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)

It's hard to forget a blue-haired person who's secretly ten meters tall and screamed when you sneezed, honestly.

"It's a mess is what it is," he sighs. "I figured I should turn out to an official event like this, but," he gestures at the booth. "It looks pretty shambolic, I have to say." He kept having to tamp down on the urge to walk up to people and fix their shooting stance. "And I think the guns are rigged. Even the people with good form are missing pretty often."

"The rest of the event's pretty bizarre too," he added, just in case the question hadn't actually been about his current point of irritation.

hellrisen02: (this song has no more lyrics btw)

[personal profile] hellrisen02 2018-05-13 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Juuuust taaaaake iiiiit! That's what Duo would say anyway, if he could hear her deliberation, and he happily delivers it unto her open arms once she takes it.] There ya go.

Yeah, glad to see you doin' well! Me, well, I've been doing my own things as usual. Figured I should take a break and hang out here- working too hard makes you crazy, you know? Everyone should have work and play in moderation!

How's your flying going?
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[personal profile] bespin 2018-05-13 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't worry, I won't hold it against you. I'm sure you've had a lot on your plate.

[ Truth be told, it's probably for the best that Lando didn't win. He's gotten used to a carefree, low responsibility lifestyle. ]

I hope you'll find some time in your schedule for us to have a chat sometime about local Nonah businesses?
pillz: (peek)

c!

[personal profile] pillz 2018-05-13 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[there's a somewhat evil dream thief wandering around the fairgrounds here, in his preppy getup, turtleneck and khakis. but he looks a little off, the way that people do when they're hung over or getting over a 'flu. circles under his eyes, a caved-in gauntness to his cheeks.

but when he sees nico— our resident witch, who helps with fake porters and missile crises when that happens-- he smiles. and it goes all the way up to his hollow eyes]
Hey girl, [he calls out. then he stops, observing that there's another right beside her.] And girl. Who's this?

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