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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.
fettchquest: (unhappy/neutral)

[personal profile] fettchquest 2019-11-30 09:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Fett feels someone knock against his side—which is odd because, after an instinctive retaliatory strike, he doesn’t actually see the culprit. He continues not to see them even when he hears an apologetic voice right next to him.

There are a lot of people. And Fett suspects that, between fatigue and the crowd, perhaps he isn’t perceiving things correctly. All the more reason to get out. He continues to push through, sometimes shoving people directly if they don’t move away fast enough. Something about the look on his face, tight-jawed with eyes fixed unmoving at throat-level, seems to dissuade anyone from confronting him about it.

He finally manages to force his way out of the crowd into a small side-alley. He’s not out of here yet, but it’s at least a temporary reprieve.

He stands, body angled half towards the still-growing crowd and the same, terse expression on his face as before. The noise is still intolerable without his helmet to dampen the excessive sound, but Fett resists the urge to clamp his hands over his ears.There are still too many people in proximity for him to let his guard down—and perhaps he’s listening for another recurrence of the disembodied voice from before.]

codeofiron: ([MoM] 8)

[personal profile] codeofiron 2020-01-26 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's easy to get through the crowd in the other man's wake, and so Brandon finds himself following. Perhaps it's rude, but that's hard to avoid when so many people are around.

He stops, too, at the corner of the alley, resting for a few moments with his back to the wall. Easier to catch a breath, with that security.
]

Thanks. [For making the opening.]
fettchquest: (ordering)

just realized i used a helmet icon last tag, oops

[personal profile] fettchquest 2020-02-09 12:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[There it is again. Fett looks up towards the sound of the voice—it had been close enough that it would’ve had to be from someone in the alley with him. And yet, even when he’s looking, Fett can’t see anything of note.

He is exhausted and disoriented enough that he could be hallucinating the voice. Or, someone is hiding—possibly with the existence of powers.

He really doesn’t have the patience for this.]


Whatever you’re doing, [he growls at thin air.] Stop.
codeofiron: ([MoM] 8)

[personal profile] codeofiron 2020-03-04 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ah. Right. He should just walk away, really. But he's tired, and, well, Rex trusts the other clones, right? And Brandon trusts Rex. So.

He focuses on not focusing, and comes back into view, offering a small shrug of apology.
] Sorry. [Again.]
fettchquest: (SQUINT)

[personal profile] fettchquest 2020-03-06 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
[The man doesn’t exactly appear. There’s no transition from invisible to visible, no stepping out from a hiding place. One moment, Fett notices no one else in the alley with him—and then he does. Fett’s eyes narrow as he regards the stranger standing unobstructed right in front of him. It’s impossible he could’ve simply overlooked him. Some kind of mindtrick, perhaps?]

You’re following me. [Without the cover of his helmet, the wariness in his glare is plain to see.] What do you want?
codeofiron: ([MoM] 8)

[personal profile] codeofiron 2020-03-08 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Brandon takes the wariness in stride. It's deserved - whatever the reason, he was following the man for a time.

He points back at the crowd.
] To get away.

[Anything else he may want (a shower, sleep) comes after that.]