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maskormenacelogs2019-11-19 01:09 pm
maskormods) wrote in maskormenacelogs2019-11-19 01:09 pm
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.
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[ she's suddenly doubting this. ben's moved out, and 'friends with the outsider' is a particularly bizarre sentence, but anathema goes for it anyway: ]
Friends with The Outsider?
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at this point he's chewed up enough of his snack to choke it down and lets out a loud gasp, tapering with a laugh.]
My, my! Are you suspicious of all your new housemates? I was assigned here, actually. I'd offer you the paperwork if you don't believe me, but it got tragically lost!
[well, he burned them, because anything with pertinent details on his physiology needs not be recorded and shared. but whatever!]
As for outsiders? [he wags his finger.] Aren't we all outsiders here?
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Oh. Um. Sorry, I didn't expect—
I'm not sure if you'd noticed or if you came in afterwards, but some extremely wild things just happened down the street. Goddesses arriving, apocalyptic-level events averted, you know, the usual.
Normally I'm more welcoming, I promise.
I'm Anathema Device.
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outwardly, though, he just offers a cheerful, albeit clueless kind of expression, as if that were news to him.]
Well...I suppose if you are really sorry for accusing me of being a thief, that's fine. [he puts a hand over where a heart would be.] I'm but a humble priest! Xellos, the humble priest.
[a priest who shares, apparently: he shakes the bag as he holds it out.]
Want some?
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But don't worry about it. Consider it your welcome gift to the house, Xellos. What are you a priest of?
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[he's pleased to hand her the bag as reward.
it's empty.
enjoy.
he doesn't know where the garbage can is anyway, it's fine.
as for the priesthood question? he...doesn't answer. rather, he just acts like it wasn't even asked, instead uncrossing his legs and settling on flat feet, hands on his hips.]
What other fun things do I get to learn about you and this house, now!
handwaving some of her aura impressions, i can edit if that's not ok!
his aura, too. there's something off about it, but she can't quite place it. ]
It's just a government-assigned house, I'm afraid. [ sounding weary. ] But this is a pretty strange and interesting city, if you haven't gotten to take a look around Jeopardy yet. It's a bit of a mess at the moment— aforementioned apocalypse— but even on a good day, it's eerie.
You, hm. Seem like you'll do alright here, though.
[ a glance at his feet, although he's no longer levitating. ]
ye that works! c:
nah.
evil would probably dress classier, if other worlds' offerings of demons and such are anything to go by.]
That so? [hmm.] Has the novelty already worn off on you? Or has too much of it worn on. [considering the state of her.]
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Far, far too much on. I'm still charmed by the novelty, don't get me wrong — did you know that this is the only city where you can see ghosts? — but today, I'm a little tired of it. Today, I could just do with an utterly average cup of tea and a nap.
I'm assuming they have magic where you came from?
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[a beat.
smirking:] Well not without a big to-do preceding it.
[Phibrizzo? were you mucking around in this world, too?
...nah. not likely.]
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[ for klaus' sake, she won't mention who caused it. instead, she's eyeing her new housemate, trying to gauge his reactions. most people would be somewhat jarred or shaken to hear about all these bizarre occurrences.
xellos clearly isn't most people, and neither is anathema. ]
There's safer cities than Jeopardy, if you want to request a transfer from the government. Somehow I doubt that's a worry of yours, though.
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yours to wrap? :>
[ not her kind, of course. finally, snagging one last handful of snacks and then picking up her boots in her other hand, anathema starts moving for the stairs. ]
Well. Again, welcome to the house, Xellos. Don't eat up my snacks and don't go into my room. I'm going to take the world's longest shower and then sleep for a year.
adds a bow
what an interesting notion of what a priest's duties are! interesting and dumb.]