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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.
SPITE IS WHAT KEEPS HIM ALIVE
[Did he have to yell like that? Probably not, but he did! The shout is paired with his immediate recoil from the chilled bottle, his hand slapping his neck where the bottle was placed, as he whips a glare Darin's way.
It takes him a moment to get over that spike of indignation, to acquiesce towards the alleyway, still scowling at Darin.]
What was your first damn clue, huh?
[As they make their way, he might be swiping for that bottle Darin accosted him with just a moment ago.]
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[He doesn't pull the bottle away, but relinquishes it happily. Then he sets the tray down on the ground and backs away so Guzma can release his team.]
How you holdin' up aside from all of this praise?
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[As Darin puts down the platter, Guzma opens the rum to take a swig of it. Wiping his mouth with the back of his arm, he then moves to release his team—the hoard of them all staring at the food, before looking to Guzma. He nods, but then levels a glare at Scizor. The mantis doesn't move as the others help themselves, before he looks to Darin.]
Fine 'nough.
[He's worried about Lucina, but he's...not about to tell him that. He takes another drink, looking to Scizor. The two lock gazes for a moment before Guzma nods, and Scizor then joins the frenzy.]
...I told her, by the way.
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...Everything okay? [Said with a raised eyebrow. The question is as much in regards to that exchange with Scizor as it is in reference to Lucina and the whole Lusamine thing.]
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Yeah--Scizor crossed me back in the storm is all.
[That's all he says about that, before quickly moving on.]
Anyway, she took it...well. Guess you were right--and I'm sure someone as annoyingly astute as you probably can guess my decision in the matter.
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[When Darin speaks, it's obvious he's choosing his words with great care.]
...You really helped out. The OTO assault and everything...
M'not about to go on a long-winded thing about how you've changed for the better or that you made any kind of right choice. It'd...I dunno. It'd sound like gloating and I don't want that. What I want to express...is appreciation.
...M'glad you had my back during the assault on OTO. And m'glad that...you chose to fight for the unfamiliar rather than what you knew. M'glad that Lucina means enough to you to fight for.
[He takes another long drink.]
...Thanks, Guzma.
[He stops short of calling him a friend because he knows Guzma would never accept that. Not yet anyways. Whatever they've got going here, this rivalry, it's good enough. It suits them.]
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He's about to take a drink of his own rum, when Darin finally speaks, and when he does Guzma's left staring at him. For a moment, he wants to get indignant, but then as he continues...Guzma's not sure what to think. What to feel.
Being thanked and appreciated like this? So genuinely... He can feel a heat to his face that causes him to turn his face away with a forced scowl. God, Darin...what's he supposed to do with this?]
Tch! Don't get this all twisted--I wasn't goin' outta my way no more than I would for myself. I live here too, whether I like it or not, ya boy wasn't 'bout to just lay down and take it!
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Yeah, I know. There were no altruistic intentions. Just doing what Big Bad Guzma does best; survive. Things just happened to line up that way.
[He knows it's clearly bullshit, but he doesn't gain anything by jabbing this wasp's nest in the shape of a trash human.]
So...the world's safe. What's next for Big Bad Guzma?
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[He punctuates that with an aggressive swig of rum, letting Darin's question hang for a bit. It's more so meant to come across as making him wait, but maybe part of it is him figuring it out himself. Once he puts the bottle down, he shrugs casually, playing still to his front.]
Gotta get back to my team. Been gone too long--between portin' out for a week, and then all this? Bet those little shits are missin' me somethin' fierce, yo.
[But what he intends to do with them all, is another story. Still, he plans to keep up the gang front, after all, he loves stirring up trouble, but at the same time... Hm.]
Tupp's been busy, M'sure.
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[Darin takes another drink.]
...Oh, right. Holidays are coming up. Dunno if you have the winter holidays back home in your world, but I know a lot of your team are natives so...maybe do something for 'em? If you need help, I'm sure things are gonna be a lot more quiet on my end...
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[He offers a bit blandly, he doesn't want to portray the fact he's a little upset about the loss, because it can be replaced, and now has been.]
Yeah? I know there's some holiday here that's like one elsewhere in my world. We got one kinda similar in Alola--Mele Kalikimaka. It's a real big family ordeal or whatever.
It ain't traditionally Alolan, think it's a rip off that other holiday with the fat dude and the big beard. But, if what I'm thinkin' about this holiday here is anythin' like the one I'm used to, then I got it covered.
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Oh, good. At least you won't be so caught off guard like I was. I gotta say, when I started hearing about all of this Santa stuff, I was wondering what the hell the people of this world were on.
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[Sipping more of that rum—honestly, he probably shouldn't be drinking all of this on top of...what he's already had. That buzz he's been nursing with drinks that would put most college frat boys to shame is all going to come to a head once he finishes this damn bottle of rum.
OH WELL.]
Wonder if he's got Stantler and the whole works, or if there's something different here he uses.
[HE SURE IS TALKING ABOUT SANTA LIKE HE'S...A REAL FUCKING PERSON, ISN'T HE?]
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Wait...Santa's a trainer?
[...Wait. Guzma believes in Santa?????]
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I guess so, but it ain't like he's goin' out and earnin' gym badges or nothin', heheh... But yeah, Stantler, it's like the uh...shit, what're they called—oh! Deer!
They're like the beasts here they call deer.