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maskormenacelogs2019-11-19 01:09 pm
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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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[Is the dignified response she gets when she wakes him, and then he looks about as dignified as he shambles his way to her door, and eventually inside.]
Yeah, no kiddin'. That was more exhaustin' than the mess in Jeopardy.
[Which...isn't actually an exaggeration, but that was more likely because of whatever it was that rejuvenated them when they were dumped in Heropa, versus how tired they should have been.
Kicking off his shoes, and working his hoodie off of himself with a little bit of a struggle, he's going to be making his way to her bed...and trying to figure out how to lay down while keeping his stupid spine and neck aligned...this neck brace is gonna be a fucking nightmare and he knows it.]
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[He pauses for a second trying to remember what they said...there was so much, and he was so annoyed and tired that he's struggling to remember some of the details.]
Yeah, I can sleep on my back...or my side. Just gotta make sure my neck stays straight, or somethin'.
[With her help, he gets himself into bed, laying on his back—since it's the least terrible with that brace. After a moment, his face scrunches again as he's peering at Lucina. There's something akin to guilt behind the way he looks at her, because he does feel guilty that this happened...]
...Sorry, uh. For this mess.
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[her expression goes from confusion to something fonder, her mouth curving.
with a faint laugh in her voice:] Ah-- I thought I was the one keeping busy apologizing.
[she shifts out of view for a moment so she can pull the covers over him. instead of settling down herself, though, she stays sat up so they can see each other.]
...You weren't wrong, though. [her face reddens, and she glances away.] I...I did like that. A lot. [she smiles despite her embarrassment, peeking back his way. lifting a hand, she brushes some of his hair off his brow.]
So...so get better quickly, alright? I told you, I'd be more careful next time...
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A comfort, really.
His expression softens for it—that and the warmth of the blanket, and how she chooses to sit besides him so they can see each other. The gentle brush of hair from his brow doesn't hurt anything, either. He even grins when she confirms what he had asked earlier, not that he actually needed further confirmation. Not with how clearly into it she was.
Not when she came like she did...]
Heh, sure thing. Ain't wantin' to be holdin' out on you too long, y'know?
[With a little bit of shifting, he gets his arm free from the blanket and places his hand on her thigh, giving it a firm and emphatic squeeze, before rubbing his fingers at the spot... God, looking at her like this, with that gentle expression on her face, the pink of her cheeks, she's honestly so beautiful.
The affectionate warmth that throbs in his chest is almost alarming every time he feels it. Such a contrast to the usual cold and twisted discomfort that's there otherwise. Like a flame melting away the build up of frigid ice that, for a decade, served as walls to protect him, yet it chilled him to his core as a consequence. Yet here she is, looking at him with gentle and loving eyes, treating him with kindness he normally rebukes out of fear...
It's truly in this moment that he's confident he made the right choice. To stay here, to fight against the impossible so that he could be here...with her.]
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Iris told her, well early on, that it was no big deal -- back when it was just a matter of a single date. but that ship's sailed, hasn't it? Lucina's pretty certain this is a pretty big deal! it's almost as scary as it is exciting, but then...fear and exhilaration often walk hand-in-hand.
she can only keep eye contact with Guzma for so long before wanting to break out in a broad smile, tickled by the tender touch at her leg. as she has before, she subdues her delight by pressing her lips together, but she still can't stop herself from bending down to plant an affectionate kiss on his forehead, the way she'd want were their roles reversed.
warmed head to toe, she sits back and starts to situate herself, lifting his hand off her leg so she can shimmy under the covers herself and nestle close, trying to avoid jostling too much, but also not letting go of his hand in both of hers, drawn under her chin as she curls up at his side. the fidgeting comes to a close with a soft hum and a little sigh, followed by a quieter:] Good night.
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There's an unfortunate twist to his gentleness, to his loyalty. To his focus. It becomes something a little too deep, hazardously so—to himself, and potentially others depending on the person. To the benefit of all, his attention is on Lucina, who is good in nature and kind, who won't take advantage of such loyalties to the detriment of Guzma and anyone else. However, that doesn't change the fact that Guzma will suffer a lot he otherwise wouldn't for her sake.
The hospital and the self-restraint is merely the beginning of his devotion.
That kiss warms him further, and the soft smile on his face does well to promote such. As she gets settled in besides him, holding his hand within her own, he feels a sense of peace wash over him, and so too does his sleepiness settle in. His eyes are fluttering closed when she hums and sighs, bidding him good night.
In his head he responded with words, but in reality it's more of a mumbled sound that more or less portrays the same message as he finally drifts off.]