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[maskormods]

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.

Comments

ota

[despicableglee]

Ahaha, my, my...!

[festivities sure are festive, aren't they! it's awful, this much celebration and love of life!

thank goodness there are plenty of stressed-out flies on the wall or party poopers to gravitate toward! that's exactly what Xellos is doing.

are you unexpectedly unhappy, stressed, or miserable? well, now there's this oddly-dressed guy floating beside or behind you, slurping loudly and obnoxiously on a frozen drink.]

It's not every day one drops into a freshly-rescued world, is it?

Re: ota

[forgeabettertomorrow]

[Darin, who presently has a tie wrapped around his head and a massive tankard of beer just blinks wearily at this stranger.]

[Darin might not be miserable, per se. But there is likely something drawing Xellos to him.]

...'Drops into?'

[despicableglee]

[couldn't be that dormant hellbeing not paying rent in there huh??

anyway SLLLLUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRP. ahh.]

More or less!

[forgeabettertomorrow]

...'More or less' what?

Are you saying you were recently Ported in?

[despicableglee]

Ah, ri-hi-hiiight-- that is the term for it, isn't it? You got it!

[forgeabettertomorrow]

Well, I guess that means the Porter still works. That answers that question surprisingly easily.

YOU

[photografist]

[ The slurping is doubly obnoxious when one has a pounding headache and is currently slouched against a wall, bloody and bruised. Her leg hosts a heavy burn mark where she allowed an archangel to cauterize her wound and her shoulder has a deep puncture while the rest of her has varying cuts and bruises.

She needs to get out here. ]

... what?

[ She doesn't hear him the first time. ]

BATS EYELASHES

[despicableglee]

What's that-?

[he tilts his head her way after smacking loudly on the latest sip. these sugary, freezy drinks are great! this is already shaping up to be an enjoyable bit of kidnapping.

...albeit annoying.

oh, well!]

Ah! Merely remarking on the novelty of my circumstances aloud! Perhaps you can relate?

[a beat.]

...Or perhaps you were literally dropped.

[being all banged-up as she is.]

[photografist]

[ It sure feels like it, she wants to say, but curbs the urge. Instead, Donna gathers herself to her shaky feet, groaning as it puts pressure on the cauterized wound on her leg. ]

You weren't in the storm?

[despicableglee]

[Xellos, cross-legged and lounging, just floats up to remain at eye-level, twiddling the straw in his drink.]

Me? Hoh, not a chance! Seemed like quite the liability, don't you think?

[photografist]

[ Well, he's not... wrong. ]

Yeah, it wasn't a cake walk, that's for sure.

[ Nope, she's got to sit back down. ]

I was Summoned

[tadeadshi]

[There's a tall guy leaning and watching who's somewhere between 'miserable' and 'unendingly tired after being dead'. That works, right?]

At least you dropped in during a celebration. That's not bad, right.

YEEEEEEEEEEESSSSss

[despicableglee]

[SLURRRRRRRRRRRPpPPPpppp.

beat.]

A celebration of saving the world, no less! What timing! Everyone's so grateful and peppy!

[he smirks, but doesn't bother fixing it upon the very not-peppy lad. the point makes itself!!]

[tadeadshi]

They are.

[Well, okay, that makes him smile. They did save the world, like he believed they would. This is cause for celebration.]

So you really just got here?

[despicableglee]

Yes, indeed. I get the impression that the lack of notice is standard. How inconvenient!

[tadeadshi]

It can be. They don't have any control over it.

[Wow this guy is just so chipper and upbeat.]

I'm Tadashi. I've... sort of been here for a while.

[by_candlelight]

[ She'd thought she had escaped from the majority of people, found a quiet spot to maybe decompress for a moment before the antsyness overtook her again. It was right as she had thought herself alone that she noticed the man. She just looked at him with an exhausted 'oh come on' look before speaking. ]

I take it you're new here?

[despicableglee]

[smirking:] Does it show so much?

[by_candlelight]

Well, mostly the context clues, but it's generally a good idea to ask anyway. How new are you?

[despicableglee]

[while she talks, Xellos sets to loudly slurping his freezy-drink. he continues on well after she inquires, pausing even a beat longer with a thoughtful hum.]

Mmmm... How new do I seem?

[by_candlelight]

[ At this, she looks thoughtful, examining him up and down. She occasionally tilts her head, or squints. Eventually she lets out a long 'hmmmm', then shrugs. ]

I'd guess the last two weeks or so. I don't think you were in the storm, mostly because you don't look like like hell. And you seem like you may be in 'tourist' mode still. Just a hunch on that last one though.

wildcard / @ jeopardy #004

[anathemic]

[ normally, anathema device is absolutely unflappable. she takes the strange and bizarre in stride.

but today, after being spat out of a mysterious sandstorm and then having to walk home because god knows jeopardy transit isn't working right now, she's simply exhausted. covered in orange sand, which is caught in her hair and grinds in the heels of her shoes and the crevices of her clothes.

when she opens the door of her home, she honestly expects to see the weirdness of the outsider blinking back at her, but instead it's... someone else. in the kitchen, eating her snacks. ]

Um. Hello?

[despicableglee]

Mmh-?

[seated and floating in the kitchen, Xellos turns to face the new arrival. he waves, grinning mid-chew, offering a sing-song impression of hello through his nose.]

[anathemic]

Are you lost?

[ her voice is sharper than usual; less patient than usual. spending a weird limbo in a timestorm will do that to you. ]

This is my house.

[despicableglee]

Mmh? Mm! Mm-hmhmmn, mnh-- [he's just going to have a conversation with his mouth full, is he?

well, at least he flashes a house key and jingles it as show-and-tell.]