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Mask or Menace | MODERATORS ([personal profile] maskormods) wrote in [community profile] maskormenacelogs2014-08-09 04:00 pm
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Let's live it up

WHO: YOU.
WHERE: De Chima, VA.
WHEN: Saturday August 9th.
WHAT: Registration in motion... among other things.
WARNINGS: None anticipated; please 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. )


While known for being surprisingly quiet compared to other bustling cities like Nonah, De Chima is loud and packed this weekend with news of the Swearing-In Ceremony being held at one of its lavish halls this evening. Spreading like wildfire, people from nearby cities show up at the hall in attendance, many there for the publicity or for the opportunity to meet an imPort themselves. There's no shortage of non-locals in the hall and one may even begin to wonder if just how many non-locals outnumber the De Chima residents who are attending the ceremony.

The hall is brimming with excitement, with members of City Hall having joined the party (but the Mayor had other business to attend to, sorry!) to public figures who've decided to make an appearance much to the surprise of the media who are present (as usual) at these events. Reggie Pressley, Swaggy-Swag McSwag, Bartolomeo Zoccarato, and London Marriott can be found around the hall, some being interviewed by the local media, getting their photographs taken, or giving out autographs to those who ask. Marriott in particular will be poking around imPorts for juicy gossip and other information. Other public figures who have made an appearance tonight are local businessmen and women from the city itself, scouting imPorts in the hopes some will take an interest in their work. While many are looking for imPorts to work in computer, research, and medical fields, there are many entry level jobs in data entry, paying slightly more than minimum wage. These business folk will be around till the end of the event, handing out their cards to anyone who takes an interest.

If anyone is paying close attention to the De Chima locals who are attending, or if they had been out exploring the city earlier, they will have noticed something... peculiar about many of them. Silky smooth hair, unblemished skin that almost radiates, straight, white teeth, perfect eyebrows, noses, jawlines... you name it. These people are good looking and they know it, but more importantly, you can be, too! There are various doctors in the hall, make beelines for identifiable imPorts, and they apparently haven't established what boundaries are. If they can, they will grab a hold of an imPort's arm, shoulder, or boldly go for the hips and babble about their appearances, offering their cards and pointing out any flaws (or perfections that can be improved) the imPort has. "I can help you with that," they'll say about crooked noses, scars, wrinkles, anyone with a little extra weight, etc. A few may forget they're here on business and flirt with the adult imPorts, taken in by good looks (or other appealing features). One particular doctor, Dr. Nic, a man with buoyant personality, will be trying to pass around as many of his business cards as he can.

There are long tables set up overflowing with all kinds of food and drink. Alcohol is served at a bar where ID is a must, so sorry to anyone under twenty-one! There's a space in the middle of the main room of the hall for dancing, where Swaggy-Swag McSwag will domineer unless someone wants to challenge him to a dance-off.

In one corner of the hall, a small crowd has gathered to watch local businessmen exhibit their latest invention: a roomba with musical capabilities! At the top of the room is a slot to fit portable music players and it has wi-fi capabilities, allowing it to connect to someone's music folder from their computers. Like many roombas of the current time, it displays low level intelligence, able to repeat a couple of basic phrases. It also purrs at some point, which results in the crowd glancing at one another with perplexed expressions.

Unsurprisingly, or perhaps surprisingly to imPorts, is stricter than usual tonight. Before entering the hall, security checks everyone's belongings at the door. Jackets are scanned, purses are checked, sometimes pockets are asked to be emptied. Security will ask this of everyone, so don't pick a fight at the door unless you want to be escorted off the premise! Inside the hall, there's a security guard or two at every doorway and roaming up and down the other hallways.

The event begins at 5PM and ends around midnight, but imPorts are free to linger. De Chima is also known for its rainy weather and today is no exception, unfortunately. It pours outside and will continue even late into the night, so imPorts better take care not to wet their nicely done hair or clothes!

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exsithstential: Edited by Pepperprints (Reflective)

[personal profile] exsithstential 2014-09-15 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
"I understand. Sometimes things are so different a comparison just isn't possible." Revan nods, clasping his hands together over his naval.

"Do you think it was an alternate version of this world? Or somewhere altogether alien?"
soldiarity: (not even slightly jealous)

[personal profile] soldiarity 2014-09-20 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, it's not alien to me. How different does it have to be to stop counting as alternate?"

It's a sincere question, not intended as a smart-ass remark; Reiner doesn't know how to gauge that. Some people might categorize it as alien, but there are some similarities -- enough to suggest some overlapping concepts. Human beings, language, military, landscape... even though many of those things were different than how they manifested here.

"There are still humans," he adds. "If that's what you mean."
exsithstential: (Even tempered)

[personal profile] exsithstential 2014-09-20 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Humans do seem to be a universal constant. But the cultures, the very life blood of the society, can differ greatly. I suppose I'm simply asking how far off is this place from yours? Especially with humans there will always be some kind of speciest overlap. But it's the differences that really make the universes unique."

It probably is a harder question than he intended. It might be possible his life didn't afford Revan's companion the indulgence of anthropological pursuits. But that was a judgement he'd reserve till he had further information.

"It's quite a different clime than I'm used to. Enough that the planet's ways are quiet alien to me. Even with the inherent similarities."

soldiarity: (jawline game inconsistent)

[personal profile] soldiarity 2014-09-26 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Reiner's brow twitches mildly, though nothing changes in his eyes. They remain slightly narrowed, the pale amber of his pupils alert and taking in the light of the room. He shakes his head slowly.

"Incredibly far off. There's no comparison," he says, stowing his hands in his jacket pockets. "War means something different. Danger, life, death, family, friends, trust -- everything means something else. I've had to figure out a whole new way to live since I've been here. It's good, I guess."

Given what he's leaving behind, it's good in almost every conceivable way, really. Except for those minor ways he can't let go of, that gripping loss in his gut whenever he thinks about his mountain hometown.
exsithstential: (Wary)

[personal profile] exsithstential 2014-09-29 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
"There was conflict where you came from?" Revan poses the question gently. It was clear his interaction was agitating his companion. And conflicts like that were a subject best broached delicately.

"You are a soldier, yes?"
soldiarity: (titan school which is for titans)

[personal profile] soldiarity 2014-09-30 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"I... was," Reiner agrees vaguely, going along easily with the mask of past tense. It makes things simpler. "It's not important anymore, though. Nothing where I come from matters here, so it's pointless to even talk about."

Talk about. Think about. Ruminate on. Whatever. Reiner tries his hardest not to over-think his situation now, this second chance at a genuinely non-sinful life. Or as close to one as he could manage.

"I wasn't cut out for it," he adds, as a mildly clarifying afterthought.