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COME ON AND SLAM

WHO: Everyone! Especially YOU!
WHERE: The International Moon Research Base, Mare Nubium, THE MOON
WHEN: April 18th, all day
WHAT: Aegis Force, the government-funded imPort peacekeeping team, is hosting this month's Swear-In to promote their ideals of teamwork and cooperation! Come compete and spectate in the SPACE SLAM, the sporting event that's out of this world! Also featuring a LUNAR DISCO, a DIPLOMATIC EVENT, and a BATTLE AGAINST ATTACKING ROBOTS! Wait, what was that last one?
WARNINGS: Violence, awkward locker rooms. Any questions or issues, hit up the OOC post!

PART I: THE SWEAR-IN

Welcome to the Moon, imPorts! You arrive through the Porter in the base's atrium dome, designed in a futuristic style that emphasizes sleek, spotless white surfaces. You will immediately notice how much less you weigh here in the Moon's low-gravity environment- be careful jumping, or you may hit the ceiling!

Before you can get to the main event, you'll have to pass through strict security comparable to an airport experience (if the airport was surrounded by merciless vacuum and filled with flammable oxygen). Any weapons will have to be surrendered and locked up by base personnel during the event, unless you can convince officials to make an exception. Once past security, airlock tunnels will lead to the Base's other domes, where the main body of the Swear-In will be today.

The RESIDENCE dome is the largest of the interlinked habitable bubbles that make up the main Moon Base, holding tourist hotels, staff apartments, restaurants, and even a grassy park beneath a glass dome offering a view of the Earth above. Crowds are thick today, as plenty of people have flocked to the Moon to behold the heavily-advertised SPACE SLAM. The Slam is an Aegis-sponsored live-streamed sporting event, game show and fundraiser where imPorts assemble themselves into teams of 2 - 6 characters and compete in different challenges, held in hotel gyms and in the park. Giant screens and bright holo-displays notify of the different causes benefiting from today’s event, including the Endeavor Centre, SELF, and HOPE. Participating characters can choose any or all of:

1. Basketball - but of course. A court has been set up, and the stands are packed with cheering fans. Two teams face off and try to get the ball through each other’s hoops!
2. Battle Royale - the obligatory superhero sparring fight, available in free-for-all and team-vs.-team editions. Square off against with your rivals in an open arena and show the world who’s the toughest- just don’t kill or seriously maim anybody in the fray, or you’ll be disqualified!
3. Low-gravity laser tag - the less violent alternative to the Battle Royale, again in free-for-all or team-vs-team options. Grab your vest and plastic light gun and bounce your way into the neon-lit Zap Zone for a match!
4. Irritation Lane - a particularly challenging event, part demolition derby, part go-karting race. Your team must choose and customize their own ground vehicle(s) in a garage with sixty minutes to spare, working from pre-existing chassis like rugged old-fashioned moon buggies, light and fast hover cycles, and the massive heavy-footed Lunar Construction Mech. Decorate and modify your creations as you please and outfit them with nonlethal weapons like glue-foam missiles, EMP mines, net launchers, and smoke screens. Then put on a space suit and face your rivals in a thrilling race around the track that’s been constructed outside the base, complete with soaring low-gravity jumps and daring shortcuts through twisty, narrow canyons!
5. Charades - livestreamed to the entire planet so EVERYONE can see you choking as you try to think of how to mime a banana without looking like a pervert.
6. Competitive karaoke - livestreamed to the entire planet so EVERYONE can see you choking as you try to hit those high notes on ‘Don’t Stop Believing.’
7. Cooking contest - hop into a futuristic, well-stocked kitchen in one of the hotels with your team and roll up your sleeves. You’ve got an hour to whip up a dish that will impress, after which you’ll share your creation with other Swear-In attendees. The more delicious your cooking, the more votes you’ll get when it comes time for judging!
8. Dance-off - does your team have the moves to win over the audience? Put together a killer routine and show what you’ve got!
9. Bouncy castle endurance contest - A massive bouncy castle awaits in a huge room on one of the lower floors of the dome, with protective pads covering the walls and floors and ceilings. Get on the castle with your teammates and jump, jump, jump sky-high in the lowered gravity! Keep jumping no matter what, even if the opposing team tries to knock you off the castle. The team with the last people still bouncing wins this contest!
10. Lunar volleyball - the moondust on the moon’s surface is kind of like sand, isn’t it? At any rate, someone has set up a net outside the Residence dome and space suits are available for those who want to see how hard they can spike a ball in low-gravity.

Holographic and force field technology is in play during these events to ensure everyone's safety in the fragile environment of the Moon Base. Teams of metahumans are also competing, if you want to play out your team playing against NPCs. Before and after your matches, you may want to huddle with your team to discuss strategy and get psyched, engage in some trash talk with your rivals to get in their heads, and give interviews to clustering reporters about how you and your teammates are going to play hard, you know, just give it your very best. Locker rooms are also available for you and your teammates to get changed and shower in, which may or may not be excruciatingly awkward for you. Good luck and have fun, imPorts!

Once you’ve had your fill of the adrenaline of the Space Slam, why not move into the Embassy Dome for a more relaxing and mingle-friendly time? A LUNAR DISCO is happening in the gorgeous Grand Ballroom at the dome’s top level, with huge windows offering a gorgeous view of the cosmos, music to groove to across the marble floor, and a spread of free appropriately-themed snacks and drinks. Among the refreshments is finger food from The Nickel, and Abigail Hobbs will be playing the harpsichord. If you feel like you need to get outside for some (lack of) air, you can also step away for a moonwalk tour, ambling across the desolate gray lunar landscape in a space suit or a clear sealed 'hamster ball' under the supervision of base staff.

You may also find yourself on the Earth Viewing Deck, an elegant lounge dominated by a vast window view of the Earth, with soft music, low lighting, and private alcoves for personal conversation. Here is where the political aspect of the Swear-In comes into play. Not only is there a desk staffed by a government official where you can declare yourself Registered or Unsettled, but there are also optional conversation-starting name tags available with prompts like ‘I’m (INSERT FACTION/ALLEGIANCE HERE), ask me why’ or ‘I am a (INSERT SPECIES/PROFESSION/OTHER RELEVANT IDENTITY HERE), ask me anything’ or ‘I’m (REGISTERED/UNSETTLED), change my mind!’ The goal of this event is encouraging imPorts to talk to each other and resolve issues within their community peacefully and proactively, easing possible disputes before they end up making more work for Aegis.

PART II: ROBOT ATTACK!!
Things run smoothly until late in the evening of the event, when the buzz is immediately killed by a shrill siren, cutting through conversation and competition alike. A hushed silence falls over the gathering, broken by nervous murmuring. Those with experience in these things already know what’s happening: a Swear-In is about to go to hell again.

An eerily calm announcement sounds over the base’s PA system: ”Red Alert. Red Alert. Hostile forces closing on base perimeter. Lockdown protocol now in effect. All civilians are directed to proceed in a calm and orderly manner to the Atrium Porter for evacuation to Earth. All security staff and heroes to your emergency stations. This is not a drill.”

The announcement repeats once, and then the siren resumes. Time to make a decision, imPorts. Are you a civilian who will be evacuating with other noncombatants? Or are you a hero who will stay behind and defend the Moon Base from the oncoming assault?

If you’re evacuating, you can still help to guide and assist the streams of civilians- scientists, VIPs, reporters, tourists, some of them panicking- back to the overcrowded Porter. Once you’re safely back on Earth via the Porter base of your choosing, there’ll be little left to do but huddle with others and wait for news of the crisis unfolding far above the sky, as bits and pieces of information trickle in from the news and social media.

Those of you who choose to buy time for the evacuation by staying to defend the base will find yourselves in a dire situation. Because the Moon Base was built for tourism, science, and diplomacy as a symbol of peace, and thus has no real defenses. It has sensors though, and base staff report at least fifty contacts approaching from all around the base, most of them headed for the Science Dome, home of the base’s labs, lecture hall, and archives, with maybe ten minutes before they arrive. Barely enough time to retrieve your gear (if any) from security and come up with a plan!

First, you’ll have to decide where to make your stand. Will you don a space suit and venture onto the lunar surface in unarmed buggies and shuttles, trying to intercept the enemies before they reach the base itself? Your daring may spare damage to the base and its inhabitants, but out there on the bleak grey dust of the Moon most of you will be only one suit rupture away from a terrible death! You’ll be safer defending from within the base itself, where at least there’s shelter.

The oncoming robots come in two varieties: beefy KILLER ROBOT SPACE LIZARDs, and more subtle COPYCAT DROIDS. The lizards are seven feet long, tough and armoured, equipped with razor teeth and claws, an electric tail, and laser-beam eyes. They also lay ACID-BOMB EGGS that characters will have to disable or dispose of before they burst, corroding the Moon Base still further and causing structural damage. But they're really just the demolition crew for the base, and not that dangerous to imPorts compared to the smaller cats.

These bad kitties are prowling for imPorts, and will fire energy beams at them from their heads, attempting to steal their ~~talent~~ powers. If the beam strikes true, not only is the imPort de-powered until the Copycat is destroyed, but the Copycat will also morph into liquid metal and shift into a metallic copy of the imPort in question, complete with their powers and any specialized gear they may have, which they'll immediately use to wreak havoc on imPorts and natives alike. Get ready to experience firsthand what it’s like to be powerless in the face of a superpowered attacker!

As lasers flash, heroes smash, and robots explode, the Moon Base will begin taking damage despite the best efforts of characters. Injured staff will cry out for assistance and rescue, falling debris will threaten to pin people to the floor, hull breaches will threaten to drain the base’s oxygen and blow people out into space, and fires and explosions will wrack the Science Dome in particular as the robots try to detonate its volatile experiments and power sources to wipe out the entire base!

By the end of the fray everyone at the Moon Base will have been evacuated alive if not necessarily uninjured while all robots are disabled. However, there will have been heavy damage to the Science Dome in particular. Your characters can get started on repair and recovery if they want to stick around. Either way, the bravery shown by imPorts defending the Swear-In will result in EVERYONE being declared a winner at the Space Slam!

In the aftermath, characters will be able to glean more information about what just happened and why. It appears the robots ‘hatched’ from pods buried around the perimeter of the base in response to an activation signal. Apparently these pods have been lying in wait for over a year, while the Moon Base itself was still under construction as a highly-public imPort-led project! Those who are familiar with the history of the Otherworld Technologies Organization (OTO) may find familiarity in the design of the robots and pods. It would hardly be the first time the more extreme OTO elements were alleged to have pitted their killer machines against imPorts and civilians alike…

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More than any other single person, Jacob is responsible for this Swear-In, and he's all over the place today to make sure everything is going right and that people are having fun. He's wearing his full armour with the Aegis badge prominently displayed, but he's also going to be quite publicly surrendering his weapons at the security checkpoint as an example for others to follow. He then hangs around the Atrium Porter as the first arrivals stream through from Earth, shaking hands and giving quick welcomes to native and imPort alike - "Hey, how are you, thanks for coming today-" and also lends a personal hand with security screening, helping to convince imPorts to cooperate with the Moon Base's stringent safety checks. The place has been attacked by a supervillain before, after all!

Once most of the initial surge of attendees have passed through security, Jacob moves to the Residential Dome and the Space Slam because it's time to jam. In the locker room before the event, Jacob gathers his team around him for an Aegis huddle. "This is it, everyone," he says, voice hushed and eyes earnest. "This is our chance to show everyone who we are. Our event, our turf, our time. I know I'm going to be proud of you all no matter what happens. But I also know that we're gonna go out there, we're going to live large, and we're going to win big. I can feel it. Do you feel it?"

It's all pretty intense, and Jacob brings that same intensity to the games once they begin. In the battle royale, he can be found leading the charge for Aegis, shouting commands and tanking opposing hits with his armour and a flickering bluish biotic barrier surrounding him. In laser tag, he throws his body through the garishly-lit arena like a slow-motion John Woo character, taking advantage of the low gravity to fire while in mid-air. In basketball, he uses his biotic abilities to boost his shots and passes, nailing the ball with blue energy in mid-air that makes it weightlessly soar higher and farther. And outside during lunar volleyball, he doesn't let the clunky space suit he's wearing hold him back from diving headfirst into the moon dust for the sake of stopping the ball from hitting the ground. He can be encountered in the other events too, playing just as hard.

Even Jacob's athleticism has limits though, and eventually he has to take a break, shower off the sweat, and go relax and mingle for a bit on the Earth Viewing Deck. Slowly nursing a drink, he makes the rounds of the attendees again, greeting people and making sure everyone is having a good time, paying special attention to new imPorts and to native political and media figures who might be able to help improve Aegis Force's profile in the public eye. He can also be found by himself, leaning on a railing, silently absorbing the breathtaking view of the Earth he hopes to defend. On his chest is one of the name tags, reading 'I'M A REGISTERED HERO, ASK ME WHY.'

For the moment, he's at peace. Things are going well. People are safe and having fun, Aegis is looking good for the people they're supposed to serve, and money is coming in for good causes. This is how things are supposed to be. But then the siren sounds, and everything goes wrong.

As news of the incoming hostiles comes in, Jacob can be found doubling back to the security checkpoint to retrieve his gear and make plans, arming an impressive-looking ray gun with one hand while reading intel updates off his comm with the other. A tinny voice can be heard faintly from his helmet, moon base staff updating him over the radio on how the crisis is developing. Behind the visor of his mask, his face is tight with anger, and when he speaks, his voice is clipped in the manner of someone holding on to his discipline.

"All right," he says, outwardly calm despite the tension throughout his body. "Civilians are evacuating, but we need to buy them time. I need volunteers who are willing to suit up and join me on a sortie outside the base to intercept the hostiles. We'll form a forward line of defense and slow down the enemy before they can reach their targets. Any takers? Any questions? Make it fast, because we do not have time."

Once plans are made and battle is joined, Jacob can be found fighting outside the base in a spacesuit, taking up position atop a low ridge and firing at the oncoming robots with some kind bright white freeze ray, turning his targets into blocks of ice despite the absence of water on the lunar surface. The lizard-bots return fire with their eye-lasers, kicking up clouds of moon dust around Jacob and making his biotic barrier flash as it absorbs impacts. He grunts, and calls out over the radio to whoever else is with him: "Watch yourselves. These things pack a punch."

The outdoor sortie only delays the assault, and before too long Jacob and the others are forced to fall back inside the base. The fray continues within the Science Dome, with Jacob's armour becoming scorched and pitted as he takes more hits from the enemy and dodges shrapnel from exploding research equipment. If he's phased at all, he doesn't show it. He keeps running, ducking behind cover, shooting, throwing out pulses of biotic energy that send targets floating through the air, and when the bots get too close, he straight-up wrestles them until he can get some distance or somebody else can get the thing off him. Throughout it all, he calls out encouragement and advice and direction to those near him, short exclamations like "Give them hell!" or "Watch your ass, lizard on your one o' clock!" If you're injured, he offers a first-aid kit, and if there's a lull in the combat, he grabs an extinguisher and starts spraying the nearest fire.

And then suddenly it's over, and there are no more enemies to fight, just a lot of wrecked robots and the damage they left behind. Panting, Jacob allows himself a few minutes to sit and drink some water before he gets back up and starts mingling again, making the rounds of those who are still here. This time, he's not giving greetings, but checking in- "Are you okay? Still in one piece?" One hand is often pressed to his ear, carrying on simultaneous conversations with moon base command and authorities on Earth, people who want to know what the hell just happened. Judging by the dark look on Jacob's face, it's a question he wants answers to as well.

Jonathan enjoys himself during the first part of the swear-in. When he's not lounging around by the Earth Viewing Deck with his name tag that says 'I'm a former Reptilian invader, ask me anything' or hanging around the snack table eating mars bars and sipping at the 'alien sex cocktail' he ordered, he can be found engaging in the various competitions.

His experience working for (and later running from) the Reptilian invasion comes in handy as he zips and dodges around obstacles an in effort to disrupt other people's shots while playing laser tag, carefully peering around corners to fire off a beam of light at a target before disappearing out of sight. While he's not exactly a great chef, the great improvements he's made with his cooking since Archie taught him how definitely is made apparent in the cooking contest. The karaoke, on the other hand...does he know how off key he is? It certainly doesn't appear he does, but he is having a good time all the same.

Then he teams up with his roommate, Chloe, to design and compete using their very own vehicle in Irritation Lane. Naturally, he feels he has some expertise in this area, and will make his opinions known, pushing for a hover cycle with as many smoke screens and emp mines they can load onto the thing.

Once that competition is done, Jonathan's a mess, so goes to the locker room to get a shower. He seems incredibly comfortable for a guy just wearing a towel, and perfectly willing to chat. He doesn't seem bothered at all showering in a locker room with a bunch of other guys.

Then, shortly after he gets dressed and goes back out to enjoy the festivities, all hell breaks loose. He stays inside the moon base to fight, not confident in his ability to be much of a help if he's too busy worrying about a potential suit rupture. He can be found attempting to disarm acid bombs. At least, until one blows up in his face. Fortunately, since his body is mostly acid, he can handle this, but his shirt certainly can't. He pulls it off, trying to mop up as much acid as he can with it, ignoring how his shirt seems to be dissolving as he tries to work out what he should even do with his acid laden shirt. Until he sees one of the lizard bots.

Panicking, he throws the shirt at the lizard bot, which does get some of the acid on it. While the acid seems to be eating away at some of the metal, it's not working nearly fast enough for his liking, so Jonathan looks around before frantically running to the garage that had been used for Irritation Lane. Soon he emerges with a crow bar. Now he feels ready to fight these things.

Edited 2019-04-19 02:24 (UTC)

Anton is enraptured by the view of the planet below. He's never seen anything like this before. He's never imagined what it would be like staring down at a world that he'd been standing on. And to think...when he went back, he'd be able to stare right back up at the moon, which was now not just an orb in the sky to him, but an actual place he'd been with a building and rooms and catering.

He turns to glance at someone else looking at the view below, and notices the name tag. Anton's already considering registering, but he figures he might as well get more information before he decides.

"Yeah, sure, okay. Why are you a registered hero?"

"Because it's the best way for me to protect people," Jacob says with earnest conviction. He turns away from the view of Earth to give Anton his full attention. "Government resources and legitimacy go a long way toward getting things done."

"Besides," he adds, casting his eyes downward as he thinks back on past decisions. "Being Registered helps people to trust me. Tells them I'm willing to play by the rules while I'm in their world. That counts for a lot."

The last time Finn was on the moon, things went to Oblivion. Scarabs, having to save friends, and getting a shot off on the bastard behind it. Hopefully this time will go much better.

Before the games, he stays behind to mingle, talking to friends and newcomers, and dodging reporters. Last time he got cornered by one, they were more interested in asking invasive questions than his actual heroics.

When the games start, he can be found playing for his team in a variety of activities. He's not too good at laser tag, but at least it's easier to handle than a bow. Finn sings off-key when he goes in for karaoke, but he doesn't give two coppers. For the cooking contest, he'll be making an apple pie, since this world doesn't have ash yams. And then he can be found in the bouncy castle, mostly too busy having fun to think about winning.

After the games are over, he'll be in the locker room, getting changed back into his jeans and t-shirt, and his teammates are more than welcome to come up and talk.

At the club, he'll be dancing in his own weird way, with his arms waving weirdly, and anyone can come up and dance with him if they dare.

Then the robots attack. He should have known this sort of thing was going to happen. Finn has new Shouts and at least one new spell he has up his sleeve. He stays inside, where he knows he can do the most good. He makes his way through the base, seeing a robot about to attack someone. A quick zap with a lightning spell stuns it.

Why? Why does this keep happening? The first moon swear-in didn't involve robots or scarabs or anything like that. Next time there's a moon swear-in, Finn's probably going to just stay home and rent a movie.

But right now that hero instinct is kicking in. More importantly, he has to find Jonathan. Thankfully this time there doesn't seem to be anything taking over people's bodies.

Finn runs through the base, calling out for Jonathan. Thankfully, his search doesn't last very long before he sees his lover throw his shirt at one of the bots and then get a crowbar.

As the lizard bot looks like it's about to make another attempt on Jonathan, Finn shouts at it. "Fus Ro Dah!" And the bot is blown back, thrown against the wall.

"I would ask why you're registered but I have a feeling it would entail a speech about duty, responsibility, and being a good hero," Hux remarked with a smirk as he joined Jacob at the railing. This view made Earth look so pathetic- just one lone planet home to a rather primitive civilization. It felt like a prison at times, worse than house arrest.

Hux held a drink in his own hand, his own name tag merely reading his name. He figured that after the news reports and after his entanglement with Aegis, that was enough. "This seems to be going so well so far, you and Aegis are to be congratulated."

Anders doesn't know any of these sports and he's only athletic in the sense that he can swing a staff and go on adventures. But that doesn't really translate to sports. Still, he's going to do his best.

Before the games, Anders is available to talk with his fellow imPorts, asking about some of the sports and other activities he's going to be engaging in. Best to brush up before actually playing.

He looks at his laser tag gun, wondering how it even works, before going in. His aim has slightly improved since the carnival's water gun game. Anders will also be taking part in the bouncy house game. He wishes they had this stuff in Thedas, it's so much fun!

After the games, he heads for the viewing deck, not really being up for the club scene after all that activity. He gazes out, looking down at the Earth, still not quite able to believe that he's so far away from the planet.

When the robots attack, Anders is quick to spring into action. His first priority is seeing if anyone needs his help, or if anyone needs healing. He'll be playing defense for the most part. A quick Cone of Cold freezes a couple of lizard bots in place. "Suck on a fireball!"

"Well, being trusted and protecting people sounds great to me! I mean, people already seem more trusting here than where I'm from, but still."

He's always open to people trusting him even more. Especially since it's not something he's used to.

A - The View from Up Here

[ Anthy doesn't care to declare herself, one way or the other. It may be in her best interest to change her registration status, if it every comes up between herself and Utena, but for now... She's unregistered, and that's fine. It's been a month, and nothing awful has come of it.

She might try to reason with herself that she's here because Utena wanted her to come, but... In the Earth Viewing Deck, she's largely ignoring the world below. She's leaned back in a plush chair, calm and very still, looking up at the stars.

She's also wearing one of the name tags, pinned onto the left side of her new dress's bodice. "I am the Rose Bride. Ask me anything." And she certainly doesn't want people to ask anything, but she's trying to play the part of a good sport. ]

B - The Bells Indicate the Start of the Duel

[ Anthy's powers largely manifest as manipulations of reality. The sirens happen, then the evacuation announcement... When the attackers first manage to reach the base itself, the sound of clanging church bells rings overhead. Or did you only imagine that?

Similarly, is there's semi-spooky, nonsensical choral music playing all around the fray, or is that just you?

Either way, you may spot a girl in a red gown and tiara, who really seems like she's not cut out for fighting herself. She doesn't seem very bothered by it, though. Hand folded primly, she walks with fair calmness through the fray...

Until, of course, one of the robots more directly antagonizes her. Then she's firmly a damsel in distress, knocked to the ground and losing a high-heeled shoe in the process. ]

S-stay away from me! Please!

Edited 2019-04-19 03:27 (UTC)

Kurt's not here to compete or play Earth sports. He's here to see what the Moon Base is like and get a little closer to space. Not to mention spend some time away from Earth. He's wearing his skinsuit at the moment, since he's still in the habit of wearing it when he's mingling among humans.

Early on, Kurt can be found in the domes, exploring the parks and residential areas, and looking up at the Earth. The Earth as a distant shape is something he's used to seeing.

He's also here to support his fellow Reptilian as he competes, sitting in the stands and watching him, though he doesn't get too bombastic.

Later, Kurt makes his way to the bar, wondering if there's anything even remotely close to the kinds of things he used to drink back on his homeworld. He orders himself an alien shooter, looking at it curiously before downing it. "Oh man, that's amazing."

The robots take him by surprise. Kurt's not very combat oriented, and he doesn't have a weapon on him. Near the science dome, a lizard bot jumps him and tears parts of his skin suit off. Kurt manages to throw it off him and hides until it passes by him. Cautiously, he peeks out, then emerges, looking at himself in a reflective surface. Part of his skinsuit's face is gone, as is part of the suit's neck, revealing vibrant green scales. "Well shit."

It’s a hard combination of both necessity and nerves that leaves Allison, looking quite a lot like she just might be waiting for someone right inside the security check point, nearby one of the windows that face out on to the moon. A place she’s thought of more than many in the last four years, and especially the last two weeks.

  Foreign and cold and empty, a mockery of all that it might have been, meant,
even as a whisper of memory tried to make her look for a white-glass beauty.

Allison does make her rounds of the International Moon Base, registering herself as officially here as she'd ever been in her childhood, picking up a name tag that merely reads Allison Hargreeves | Registered. It’s just too easy at most of the way into a week here not to put anything that looks like a question on it, and then have to invite the inability for much of a conversation to happen.

Avoiding the interviewers and the fans running around everywhere, for the Swear-Ins and the Space Jam, Allison acquired some food and a drink or two as she’s meandering, and lightly mingling. She spends a good deal of time on the Earth Viewing Deck, overlooking this new planet that isn’t hers, and very much still is a planet, trying and failing not to spend a lot of it wondering just what it would look like with a massive moon rock crashing into it.

From this vantage point instead of the one where it was flying at the planet, and you.

It’s beautiful, so very beautiful, but like the moon, it’s a cold beautiful,
that makes her feel more alone, more in the wrong place, not less.

She chooses to watch small portions of a number of the Space Jam pieces while she’s around, especially the team events her brother, Ben, is in. She is taking note of several things, for several reasons, of everyone out there, during the Battle Royale. Getting dragged into a spontaneously unplanned bout of laser tag with her family, that’s just a bit reminiscent of one of their recent shootout-attacks back home. 

When the sirens go off and robots attack, Allison is there to make a stand with the other heroes. She’s pulling on a suit and getting out into the fray on the lunar surface with little more than that direction needed. Coming from a childhood of fighting robots, if not in space, but on the ground, she’s entirely willing to throw into the fray fast and hard. Learning how to maneuver in the spacesuit as she goes.

Allison's relieved to find this place has drinks to begin with, and then that they are far better than subpar for this kind of widespread event, with this many participants and spectators-- well, that's even better. She's settled into having a pause from the crowds and game watching since her brother's last team bout ended again, with a scotch, herself.

She's not sure what the guy next to her ordered, but it's impossible not to look over and smile a little, a touch curiously at just what it might have been, when he sounds so surprised and pleased with what he got.

[The alarms catch Utena off guard as much as anyone else, but there's one thing that cuts through the chaos and the sirens: Anthy's voice. She jerks her head towards her, and without a second thought, she dashes towards the robot that has her cornered]

Himemiya!

[She raises a fist and swings it wildly as she launches herself towards the robot, and when it connects, the thing's head crinkles underneath her knuckles like cheap aluminum. While the Porter didn't grant her super strength, the talents it did give her aren't anything to sneeze at. As the robot staggers to the side she pulls her fist back, her hand scratched instead of broken, and when she finally lands on the ground she kneels down at Anthy's side.]

Edited (didn't quite like how that last paragraph went) 2019-04-19 04:51 (UTC)

Kurt still doesn't get the whole human sports thing, and Jonathan was very off-key during the karaoke session, but Kurt tuned in to support his friend.

The alien shot doesn't really taste like the kind of booze they have back on the Reptilian homeworld, but Kurt still enjoyed it. It was nice and sweet.

He looks over at the human, noticing her looking at him and his empty glass, "I don't know if I'd call that an alien drink, but what can you do?"

Allison is not trying to catch Jacob Taylor's eye. That's not at all part of it, as she's nursing a scotch on the Earth Viewing Deck. That she can't stop ending up watching him drifting through people, across the room, nearby, in the middle. With his all too familiar straight forward professionalism and direction in all he does, it's still not really even him she's watching.

It's more everything he represents.

Everything he's connected to.

Aegis Force.

The moon.

She doesn't need to see it happening first to know what ant hills this is going to kick over in their lives.

Her life. Her siblings. Luther. And Allison, if nothing else, is as protective as she possessive of all of them -- and, perhaps, Luther in specific, as much as Vanya, as her two brothers back from the dead and the future, if the first in a very different way and at a very different, already sharp-spending, cost than her sister or other brothers -- especially after this last week of the worst of worst coming at them from every angle. She knew him too well not to see it coming a whole planet away. Before even getting here.

There's a bit of a well-meaning and amused shrug from Allison, the lift and fall of graceful shoulders, with the edge of that smile hanging around, as if in agreement before she took another drink from her own glass. At least their hard liquor wasn't that far off of everything her own world had to it.

Foggy is not staying behind this time. He’s already had to go through a Swear-In on the moon going to hell once before, sure as fuck he’s not going through it again, but neither can he not help either, so he goes to find some debris that’s safe enough to hold and starts herding panicked civilians along to safety.

A couple of lizard bots head their way, but something flashes bright in the corner of Foggy’s eye. A moment later, they’ve frozen in place, and Foggy lowers the lead pipe he’d been carrying around, looking rumpled and tired, but mostly just determined to get the small gaggle of frightened teenagers behind him out of there. “Thanks,” he says, “do you have any idea what’s going on? Again?”

He doesn’t sound like he expects to get any answers.

"Not much of a talker, are you?" Which Kurt doesn't really mind. When he got to the moon, a few reporters kept hounding him, talking over each other, so her silence is kind of refreshing. He orders himself a galaxy, hoping it's as sweet as the shot.

Anders lowers his staff, since this particular pair of robots have been taken care of. "I wish I did." Maybe then he could pinpoint the source and take care of this whole thing. The scarabs had been bad enough, and he hadn't even been taken over by one.

Looking past the other man at the teens, Anders is quick to ask, "Does anyone need healing?"

There’s a small chorus of me, mes from the crowd, and Foggy steps back and leans a little on the pipe he’s been chasing bots off with. “Who can’t walk without assistance right now?” he asks, and a couple of girls leaning on each other raise their hands. “Okay, you guys first. Let’s make this quick so we can go back home and tell our parents we fought robots on the moon.”

His voice is light and cheery, and his smile is even a little bit genuinely reassuring. A few laughs echo from the group. To Anders, Foggy says, “Can you do anything else besides freezing things and healing peopleg? I’ve got a lead pipe and fog powers, and that’s pretty much it. I could use a little help.”

The last swear-in on the moon had ended in disaster, but Kang is cautiously hopeful that this one will go smoothly. He still brings his dagger, sword, and spell components, just in case, though (the first two are stashed away with security).

Out of all the events in the Space Slam, he's most interested in the Battle Royale, laser tag, and Irritation Zone. He almost joins in on building a vehicle, but decides at the last minute to just watch instead. Anyone else that's watching these events near him may get some commentary while he munches on some snacks from The Nickel.

On the Earth Viewing Deck, he can be found staring down at the planet and talking with just about anyone who will start a conversation. He knows he's probably going to regret it, but he's wearing a name tag that says, "I am a Draconian, ask me anything." It depends on how personal the question is whether or not he actually gives an answer. He also wears a pin with a curious logo on it, and is happy to explain that it's SELF's new logo and where to get more stuff with it or information on the organization.

During the Robot Attack, he rushes over to Security to get his weapons, cursing their luck and lack of defenses. He really shouldn't have expected anything different, and he seems almost resigned at the whole situation. He chooses to stay inside, as he can't cast spells in human form and there are no suits that will fit someone like him. The Lizards are easy enough to deal with, but he has to be careful with the Copycats. He sees what they do to another imPort, and while being reduced to a baseline human is bad enough, they really don't need robotic draconians flying around and making things worse. Once the threat is dealt with, he gets a few minor cuts and scrapes taken care of and goes home for a proper drink.

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"Of course. I have a few basic elemental spells, mainly fire and lightning, and can cast a few glyphs." Anders steps past Foggy to the two girls, smiling at them. "Hi there, I'm Anders." Holding his hands out, palms facing outward, blue magic flows from his fingers and into both girls, fixing up their injuries in no time. All the while he keeps his ears open in case more robots come and they need to run.

"Okay, the second I'm done, you lot stick close to us." With another wave of his hand, the blue magic divides up into the rest of the kids, healing any minor injuries they may have. Dividing his magic up that much lessens the healing effects, but it should last them until they can get to a porter.

For most of the kids, the worst they have is some nasty bruises, and even the two girls aren’t too injured beyond a twisted ankle each. The healing works well enough for all of them, and Foggy breathes an audible sigh of relief. He glances around in the meantime, looking for bots coming their way, but doesn’t see anything.

“What he said,” he says now. “Fire and lightning work just fine for me. I can—try to make us harder to see? But I’m not all that good at controlling the fog thing.” He gestures to the bit of fog now pooling around his ankles. “What kind of glyphs? Like, hieroglyphs but with magic?”

Akobi is once again attending a Swear In as a representative of Aegis, not really do much to participate in the games and sports, but to elicit good PR for his organization. Of course, he can't help but be reminded of the last time he was on the lunar base, especially when he sees his old art partner across the hall.

"Funny seeing you here," he says by way of greeting. "How have you been faring?"

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COME ON AND SLAM

COMMANDER JACOB TAYLOR | REGISTERED HERO

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Earth Viewing Deck

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Finn Onaru | Registered | OTA

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Earth Viewing Deck

Anders | Registered | OTA

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Anthy Himemiya | Unsettled

Kurt | Registered | OTA

Allison Hargreeves | Registered

At the bar, where else (....and maybe after the fight, too?)

B prepared

(bar now, then after the fight)

Earth Viewing Dock

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robot attack

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Kang | Registered | OTA

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Mingling