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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
(no subject)
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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[ She probably needs someone to help her back to the Porter, but the issue is she doesn't know anyone else here who might provide that assistance.
Bruce?
... Jesus, does she want to call Bruce? ]
Hey, you. [ She nods up at Xellos. ] Was there a drugstore anywhere nearby this place?
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[he's helping.]
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... give me your arm.
[ Adventure time. ]
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[odd request. odd enough that he obliges, just...sticking his arm out horizontally in her personal space. as requested.]
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Okay, so we're gonna walk to the nearest drugstore. Help me out and I'll buy you a whole box of frozen treats.
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You're not gonna let a lady bleed out, are you?
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with a light sigh, feigning some kind of put-upon air:] Oh, I suppose it could be more interesting than all this commotion. [she could lose a limb, for example.
he finally uncrosses his legs and sets his feet upon solid ground, lightly tapping his staff on the ground beside him as he bends his arm to accommodate her in the Typical Polite fashion he knows of. when she's indicated a direction, he starts off.
after what would be a significant distance from the partying:] ...Hmm. I wonder if those emergency medical sorts would've had the items you needed...
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It's fine, I can do my own once I have what I need.
[ She wants to stay out of the spotlight, away from the party goers.
Besides, the celebrations don't lighten the mood for her. Too much was sacrificed for this to happen. ]
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[which has its ups and downs. no matter to him! anyway--]
That's what you want, isn't it?
[behold: pharmacy, right across the busy street. goodness, no one can really get lost in search of things, can they? not when everything has its title spelled out in giant, glowing signage.
now...how can Xellos possibly Help this poor, injured woman out as she continues to decline in vigor. maybe teleport across the street?
no -- better idea.]
Well, then!
[he makes a series of quick and decisive movements, some of which involve a surprise yanking-free of her arm, and then an even surprisinger suprise of ducking to hoist her up like a proper princess, secured further by getting his staff held under her knees as he merrily trots into traffic.
somehow, said traffic avoids him, even if a couple cars screech and skid and bump into parked cars to do said avoiding.]
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[ The last thing Donna is anticipating is being swept up bridal style. She sort of thrashes about, but the instant a sharp, white hot pain shoots up her nerve she stops, kind of clinging to Xellos as she notes the approaching cars. ]
Watch for the cars! Jesus!
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goodness. lots of people just suddenly started having a bad night... how nice!
into the store they go, with Donna still in his arms like this was the most practical and normal thing to do, oblivious to the gawking at the register.]
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[ She smacks at his shoulders, hoping he'll finally let her down.
... gently, she hops. ]
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still full of pep:] That wasn't so bad, was it? I bet you haven't even bled out much at all since!
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Just nearly had a heart attack instead. [ What the fuck. ] Are you insane?
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[a beat.
he tilts his head.
thoughtful:] Though...I suppose I could've just teleported instead... Oh, well!