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maskormenacelogs2019-11-19 01:09 pm
maskormods) wrote in maskormenacelogs2019-11-19 01:09 pm
Entry tags:
- !event log,
- anathema device | n/a,
- anders | n/a,
- archangel gabriel | n/a,
- archie | broceidon,
- brandon heat | n/a,
- cecelia ardenbury | n/a,
- conner kent | superboy,
- darin altway | n/a,
- david alleyne | prodigy,
- david wayne loki | seeker of truth,
- donna troy | wonder girl,
- erik lehnsherr | magneto,
- finn onaru | the dragonborn,
- guzma | big bad guzma,
- harry dresden | the magician,
- jane porter | n/a,
- kang | n/a,
- knock out | n/a,
- kurt | the reptilian,
- laurie collins | wallflower,
- leia organa | huttslayer,
- lucifer morningstar | the devil,
- lucina | n/a,
- martin darkov | darkov,
- nathan summers | cable,
- quentin beck | mysterio,
- roland crane | n/a,
- ruby nakamura | candlelight,
- stephen strange | doctor strange,
- tenno | zephyr,
- tina belcher | n/a,
- xellos metallium | a secret,
- † anthony crowley | n/a,
- † bruce wayne | batman,
- † lance | champion,
- † peter parker | spider-man,
- †: adam young | n/a
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WHO: Everyone!
WHERE: Jeopardy -> Heropa
WHEN: Nov. 19
WHAT: A resolution and a swear-in
WARNINGS: Please label threads
Somewhere, in a place that is and is not Jeopardy, time has passed. To some, it may have felt like mere hours; to others, days. For time doesn't truly touch this place. Only fate exists here, for imPorts to change or allow to proceed as it will.
Somewhere, the sisters look into the hearts of those with the power to decide the fate of this entire world and know their choice. A blinding light grows, forcing even the strongest to close their eyes, and as they do so, a vision of what could have happened appears in their minds. A world wreathed in flames, fire and screams echoing ceaselessly as they depart; a peaceful world, healed and whole and well—and a certainty that another world has paid a heavy price.
And then there's the sensation of three powerful forces leaving, two taking an unwilling third with them to wherever they are going. This world will be left as it is now, and its future will be whatever the people here make of it.
MEANWHILE, IN HEROPA
One week into the mysterious storm that has enveloped much of Jeopardy, citizens across the nation are losing hope. The government continues to monitor the situation at a safe distance, but cannot enter the affected part of the city, though one SEAL team did make an attempt, only to become lost in the wind for hours before emerging without ever making it through. While the storm hasn't grown, neither has it shown any sign of changing.
The heroes who bravely charged into the storm have not officially been given up for lost, but with no news coming from Jeopardy, few believe they will emerge unscathed. To honor their sacrifice (?) and offer sorrowful natives a means of coping, a candlelight vigil kicks off outside Heropa City Hall at 4:30 PM EST.
Speeches are given. Commemorative t-shirts are sold. It is at this point that a large portal of light opens up in front of the building and deposits all imPorts who entered the storm, as well as a confused but unharmed Layla and Sally Clapp. A stunned silence falls over the crowd — followed shortly by an eruption of cheers.
Organized chaos quickly reigns over the occasion. Medical personnel are quickly called in to aid any imPorts who might need it, and government officials quickly descend, one thing on their mind: what the heck happened, heroes?! ImPorts are asked to state, for the record, exactly what they experienced — which leaves a lot of room open for the more creative among them. Just what each imPorts is willing to confess to or lie about is up to them, but there are other imPorts at hand to refute or support all statements.
While imPorts are technically free to go, all are encouraged to enter the building for a debriefing with government officials. Those who care to share their story begin to paint a picture of what happened, and a flurry of transportation begins to move between City Hall and the local porter outpost, as Jeopardy will certainly require some aid now that it is fully accessible. Reports begin to filter back that while there have been some casualties and collateral damage to the city, it is far less of a disaster than the government anticipated during the storm, no doubt due to imPorts' efforts. Additionally, news from other porter cities begins to arrive; with the dissipation of the Jeopardy storm, all dimensional anomalies elsewhere have ceased.
Following the briefings, ImPorts may go home and get some rest, although they may have trouble shaking off the crowds — which are largely ecstatic that the people who apparently saved the world are in front of them.
While imPorts were occupied with the post-disaster debriefings, locals have used the time to launch an impromptu celebration of their defense of this world. Local restaurants, breweries and nanas have hustled their finest wares over, and free food and drink are flowing for the homecoming heroes. A local party & events organizing company has strung up some lights and tents in the park across the street from City Hall, lending a festive atmosphere to the area. T-shirts being sold to honor the assumed-fallen heroes have been 'edited' with permanent marker, going from 'FALLED HEROES' (there was an error in the print run, given the notice of less than a week) to 'RISEN HEROES' and are, regretfully, being given away for free.
For those who stay, an impromptu party breaks out, and the occasion quickly becomes the latest swear-in, albeit with a more casual emphasis on the actual swearing-in than usual; a card table is set up with the usual seals and documents, but it's a bit haphazard.
Along with tasty libations, local musicians start jamming on acoustic guitars in the park's gazebo, setting up some cheerful background music—or maybe you're not too tired to dance? A local physical therapy school has rolled in multiple portable massage tables, with free sessions for sore heroes!
The locals who haven't dispersed yet are also around, likely to seek autographs from the world savers, while podcasters, BlueTubers and regular nosy nellies might lean in with a recording device, asking for the real story of what happened. For imPorts who become too intoxicated or exhausted to porter home, many locals are offering couches to crash on — although the pillows they use may later show up on ePay.
WHERE: Jeopardy -> Heropa
WHEN: Nov. 19
WHAT: A resolution and a swear-in
WARNINGS: Please label threads
Somewhere, in a place that is and is not Jeopardy, time has passed. To some, it may have felt like mere hours; to others, days. For time doesn't truly touch this place. Only fate exists here, for imPorts to change or allow to proceed as it will.
Somewhere, the sisters look into the hearts of those with the power to decide the fate of this entire world and know their choice. A blinding light grows, forcing even the strongest to close their eyes, and as they do so, a vision of what could have happened appears in their minds. A world wreathed in flames, fire and screams echoing ceaselessly as they depart; a peaceful world, healed and whole and well—and a certainty that another world has paid a heavy price.
And then there's the sensation of three powerful forces leaving, two taking an unwilling third with them to wherever they are going. This world will be left as it is now, and its future will be whatever the people here make of it.
One week into the mysterious storm that has enveloped much of Jeopardy, citizens across the nation are losing hope. The government continues to monitor the situation at a safe distance, but cannot enter the affected part of the city, though one SEAL team did make an attempt, only to become lost in the wind for hours before emerging without ever making it through. While the storm hasn't grown, neither has it shown any sign of changing.
The heroes who bravely charged into the storm have not officially been given up for lost, but with no news coming from Jeopardy, few believe they will emerge unscathed. To honor their sacrifice (?) and offer sorrowful natives a means of coping, a candlelight vigil kicks off outside Heropa City Hall at 4:30 PM EST.
Speeches are given. Commemorative t-shirts are sold. It is at this point that a large portal of light opens up in front of the building and deposits all imPorts who entered the storm, as well as a confused but unharmed Layla and Sally Clapp. A stunned silence falls over the crowd — followed shortly by an eruption of cheers.
Organized chaos quickly reigns over the occasion. Medical personnel are quickly called in to aid any imPorts who might need it, and government officials quickly descend, one thing on their mind: what the heck happened, heroes?! ImPorts are asked to state, for the record, exactly what they experienced — which leaves a lot of room open for the more creative among them. Just what each imPorts is willing to confess to or lie about is up to them, but there are other imPorts at hand to refute or support all statements.
While imPorts are technically free to go, all are encouraged to enter the building for a debriefing with government officials. Those who care to share their story begin to paint a picture of what happened, and a flurry of transportation begins to move between City Hall and the local porter outpost, as Jeopardy will certainly require some aid now that it is fully accessible. Reports begin to filter back that while there have been some casualties and collateral damage to the city, it is far less of a disaster than the government anticipated during the storm, no doubt due to imPorts' efforts. Additionally, news from other porter cities begins to arrive; with the dissipation of the Jeopardy storm, all dimensional anomalies elsewhere have ceased.
Following the briefings, ImPorts may go home and get some rest, although they may have trouble shaking off the crowds — which are largely ecstatic that the people who apparently saved the world are in front of them.
While imPorts were occupied with the post-disaster debriefings, locals have used the time to launch an impromptu celebration of their defense of this world. Local restaurants, breweries and nanas have hustled their finest wares over, and free food and drink are flowing for the homecoming heroes. A local party & events organizing company has strung up some lights and tents in the park across the street from City Hall, lending a festive atmosphere to the area. T-shirts being sold to honor the assumed-fallen heroes have been 'edited' with permanent marker, going from 'FALLED HEROES' (there was an error in the print run, given the notice of less than a week) to 'RISEN HEROES' and are, regretfully, being given away for free.
For those who stay, an impromptu party breaks out, and the occasion quickly becomes the latest swear-in, albeit with a more casual emphasis on the actual swearing-in than usual; a card table is set up with the usual seals and documents, but it's a bit haphazard.
Along with tasty libations, local musicians start jamming on acoustic guitars in the park's gazebo, setting up some cheerful background music—or maybe you're not too tired to dance? A local physical therapy school has rolled in multiple portable massage tables, with free sessions for sore heroes!
The locals who haven't dispersed yet are also around, likely to seek autographs from the world savers, while podcasters, BlueTubers and regular nosy nellies might lean in with a recording device, asking for the real story of what happened. For imPorts who become too intoxicated or exhausted to porter home, many locals are offering couches to crash on — although the pillows they use may later show up on ePay.
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ah. the armor...]
...You're right. I forgot... [it was starting to feel like her skin, back there in the storm.
she'll set the hoodie between them while she sets to unclipping her gauntlets and pauldrons.]
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[she shrugs the pauldrons off after Archie's unclipped them, slowly rolling stiff shoulders with a grimace.]
Maybe just...bruises...
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[he holds a hand out, glowing with the familiar light of his healing ability.]
Come on. I know you're tired, but you should be seen to by one of the EMTs.
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You think I ought to? [...] I suppose I should.
[maybe that much compliance is telling.]
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Yes, of course. We can get there and then I can help you to Helix or back home, if you'd like to rest properly.
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If those EMTs are here, I can see to it myself.
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[he looks a little... surprised that she wants to go alone? he wants to go with her, but... he won't, not if she doesn't want him to.]
Ah... I can leave you to it, then. If you leave me your armour I can get it to Darin's workshop for him to repair when he gets back to work.
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doing what it was made for, he’d say, probably. but it was a gift; she’d have liked to have taken better care of it.
she told Batman that, maybe, going forward the world wouldn’t have a need for such things as Falchion. maybe it won’t have need of battle armor, either.
or her, in a sense. battle is what she knew most of anything, after all. thanks to Grima.
Today is the first day of the rest of our lives!]
Archie...
[she sits back once more, looking at him.]
Is it...really over?
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...I don't know. They say it is, but... I don't think we'll know for sure for a little while. There could still be OTO cells out there. Maybe it is, but I can't believe so just yet.
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I don't know if I can, either.
[or if she'd fully want to? that's a grim thought that she certainly wishes she didn't just have!]
But I want...to try and be happy for a little while. Even if we don't know for sure.
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[he nudges her shoulder.]
'Least you know you're in the same boat with other people. Don't feel bad if you can't grab hold to that for a long while, alright? You've been through a lot.
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even if...he did choose Aegis...
she exhales, eyes half-lidded.]
I don't know what I've done to deserve such care. Thank you, Archie...
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[he gives her a nudge.] You gonna take some time off? I'm thinkin' a week or five.
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Not that long...but Darin already said everyone deserves at least a week to rest. I'll honor it.
I promise.
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Surely he's not thinking he can worm out of being free of the occasional dissenting voice? Or trying to imply you're too old... [because she'll have Words with him if she must!]
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[he leans back, looking up at the sky. thinks of that simulation kanaya had made, though tries to keep the tone light for lucina's sake.]
He does call me old a lot, though. Breaks my heart. Cry myself to sleep over it.
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[doesn't help he looks like he's in his 50s. ah, jamjars.]
C'mon, Lu. You wanna get some churros on the way to the EMT? Might as well treat ourselves while we have the chance to.
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That sounds lovely, actually. Yes, please!
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Let's get goin', then.