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Mask or Menace | MODERATORS ([personal profile] maskormods) wrote in [community profile] maskormenacelogs2019-11-19 01:09 pm

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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.
storyseeker: (upset)

[personal profile] storyseeker 2019-11-29 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[Elena doesn't know Lucina that well, but she can't walk away when she sees the other woman seemingly fallen to pieces.]

Hey...

[She goes over to her, a look of concern evident on her face.]

Can I get you some water or something? Is there anything you need?
fauxmarth: (makes uncomfortable noise)

[personal profile] fauxmarth 2019-11-29 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh-- [gods. this really won't do-- around so many people? Lucina can't stand tears even alone, but being caught with them is...]

Forgive me, I...I just... [she tries to wipe her eyes, forgetting she's still covered in gore-spattered gauntlets and plate, recoiling at the last second.] Gods-! Ah, alright, I...I just need to clean myself up, is all... [and get back onto her feet. she can accomplish at least one of those things right now: she pushes herself up off her knees and onto her feet, her face red with shame.]
storyseeker: (listening)

[personal profile] storyseeker 2019-11-30 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
Hey. Hey, it's okay. Come with me, let's go.

[Before Lucina can rush off in embarrassment, Elena puts an arm lightly around her shoulders, guiding her toward the building.]

Come on, I know a side entrance with a quiet hall.

[She will take her to a place of healing: the ladies' room.]
fauxmarth: (i have as many as 5 regrets)

[personal profile] fauxmarth 2019-11-30 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ah, yes, one of the hallowed halls of ladydom for many a girl -- a bonding place Lucina's rarely taken advantage of, considering her nature and origin. no better time to get to freshening up among peers than when one is covered in monster viscera, yes?]

I hope you weren't...caught up in that storm of madness, Elena. I can't say I saw you among those who fought, but so much was going on so often that I may have just as easily missed you...forgive me if I did.
storyseeker: (pic#10990344)

[personal profile] storyseeker 2019-11-30 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Elena guides her away from, the crowds, away from the news and the nosies and the government officials.]

I was there, but I'm not much of a fighter. Mostly I ran around and tried not to die. And I didn't, so don't worry about me.
fauxmarth: (makes uncomfortable noise)

[personal profile] fauxmarth 2019-11-30 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
[she exhales, head dipping down to avoid the risk of eye-contact with those still mulling about in the place, trusting her course to Elena's guiding hands.]

If we were all able to survive...everyone, fighters or otherwise, in that place... [it wouldn't even feel real, especially considering the scale. considering what Jaime had said of the last confrontation with Lachesis -- how some had died...and stayed that way.

she doesn't give voice to it as they make their way to the restroom. with the din outside muted, Lucina lifts her head with a shaky exhale and a sniff, most of her tears run their course, but having left behind quite the mess.]
storyseeker: (pic#11710691)

[personal profile] storyseeker 2019-11-30 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Elena's been working the news for a while now. She knows where the most inconvenient bathroom is, which means the halls get pretty quiet as they head toward it.]

That does make a difference. It's a lot better than how things could have gone.

[She keeps a steady hand on Lucina as they go.]

But that doesn't mean it was easy. Or that it should have happened at all.
fauxmarth: (i mean. ok. but like. uh.)

[personal profile] fauxmarth 2019-11-30 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
But it did. [her expression tightens as a knot returns to her throat.] And...and it's done. Right?

[is it truly done?]