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[maskormods]

WHO: Everyone!
WHERE: Nonah Art Museum
WHEN: July 18th
WHAT: This month's swear-in
WARNINGS: Swear-ins never have violence what are you talking about

Lights! Camera! Attitude!

Attendees at this summer swear in will find an entrance more suited to a Hollywood awards ceremony than a dignified government-sponsored event. Outside of Nonah's acclaimed art museum is a long red carpet, dozens of paparazzi and hundreds of fans. They won't be allowed into the swear-in itself, but there's only one entrance to the event — enjoy the attention, or at least try to endure it?



"What are your plans for winning America's Top ImPort contest?" "Will you record birthday wishes for my friend? I'm streaming it for her right now!" "Is [INSERT SCANDALOUS RUMOR HERE] really true?!" And, of course, there's the general buzz of the crowd. Whether or not you indulge any members of the peanut gallery, make sure to strike a pose for the cameras! Or if you can live with looking really goofy when they catch you off guard, hey, it's your life.

Things are a little calmer inside — there's the usual staid swear-in ceremony, during which recently arrived imPorts swear allegiance to their new country, as well as food and drinks, and a special show inside the gallery for rotating events! A Salute to ImPorts features a wide variety of pieces (mostly painting, but a few sculptures as well) featuring native artists' takes on who and what imPorts truly are. The art imagines where imPorts came from, explores how they integrate into society and highlights some of their greatest achievements. Those inclined towards examining the local sentiment via art interpretation will find a nearly uniformly positive attitude, perhaps disconcertingly so in some pieces, but there are a few very abstract pieces that some might find express more of a critique or even negative feelings, but like, in a really symbolic way. Who can say in the end? It's Art.

There's also a wall of self-portraits from a Jeopardy middle school art class that won a contest. Some of the kids appear to have drawn themselves as spiders. Awww!

Art appreciation aside, this is still a party! It's been a wild month for imPorts, what with America’s Top ImPort going strong. To support this competition, the Tits Up start-up has decided to take their anonymous messaging program for a test run using the import community.

Little electronic drones designed to look like shiny metal titmice will be ‘fluttering’ around throughout the swear-in. If they land on your shoulder they will deliver a small message by, somewhat creepily, opening their mouth and having what looks like a fortune cookie fortune paper print out for you -aka sending you a ‘tit’. It will contain a message from someone in the building, but you don’t know who. To make tracking the source down more complicated the staff catering the event are also allowed to use the system, and some have been bribed by various media sources to stir up some imPort-on-imPort drama. Is it well known you’re in a relationship? There’s a chance you’ll get a message from a ‘secret admirer’ trying to stir the pot. Or one from a supposed ‘enemy.’

To top it off, hanging down from the center of the building, positioned so pretty much everyone can see them at all times is a cube of screens that will be broadcasting some of the more exciting anonymous tits live for everyone to read (in conference twitter wall style).

[OOC: Feel free to send various tits to characters by replying to their threads on this post, or use this spam community page for the true anonymous experience. Just make sure to put who it is for in the header! And, yes, you can make up and post your own NPC-created anon tits as much as you like.]

Enjoy the evening, imPorts. At least until the shouting starts! Once again, someone has attacked the swear-in — or some thing. Robotic velociraptors, compsognathus and pigeons are swarming the museum, attacking people, art exhibits and the food tables indiscriminately. Ranging from three to five feet tall (yes, even the pigeons), a single robot is dangerous enough but not necessarily lethal to one with superpowers — but there are non-powered staff and government officials here too, and the robots are swarming. Will you run? Fight to protect yourself and others? Throw some bird seed to distract the robo-pigeons? The choice is yours.



[OOC: Post swear-in, smaller swarms of robo-dinosaurs will make periodic attacks in imPort cities for the rest of the month. Have fun!]

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Wei Wuxian | OTA

[chenqing_player]

Arrival

[He's a little taken aback by all the strange attention as he walks up to the swear in. He doesn't quite understand all the flashing lights and the things people have up against their face making the flashing. But he smiles and waves because everyone seems to be in high spirits and want him to ackhowledge them.

There is a small line to get in so he is stuck outside with the papparazzi for awhile while he waits.]

Is all this excitement...normal?


Exploring

[He is wandering around, taking in all the paintings, mingling with the other guests, and finally staring up at the twitter wall. Trying to figure out what any of it is supposed to mean.]

What is this thing?

[Whatever it is, it is active as the screen just continues to scroll with new posts on it. He doesn't even understand half the things people are saying. What is..LOL?]


Battle
[Now this is the kind of excitement that Wei Wuxian can get behind. He doesn't really understand what robots are but they are attacking and so he is ready to take them down and protect those that can't protect themselves. His most useful attack is the talisman's. The exploding and fire doesn't really destroy them but it does slow them down a bit. He'd rather not summon spirits to a place with so many people. So he has to rely on tricks to try and drive the creatures away. He whistles towards the creatures.]

Come on! Chase after me if you want to play! I'll be your entertainment.

Arrival

[walkontwolegs]

[ A little girl in a bright, sunny yellow outfit turns around to look at him, her expression showing that all of this attention was, perhaps, a bit much for her. ]

Um. Sort of! The natives really like us. [ She taps her fingers gently together in front of her, around the small gem-like object(?) in her arms. ] Um, are you new to this world?

Ronan Lynch | OTA

[nightmarist]

red carpet

Anyone who pays any attention at all to imPort celebrity gossip should already know that Ronan Lynch and Kylo Ren always arrive to a red carpet event together. Some of the paparazzi are even chattering about it before their car pulls up, as the anti-artist and the avant garde poet are both known for their extravagant style, and the fashion bloggers of rumblr are waiting with bated breath to see what the edgy couple will wear next.

When they step out of their limo, it's not immediately apparent which is which. They're the same height, after all, and it takes a moment to sort which is the broader one and which bears the tattoo. Both of them, shirtless and tightly chiseled, are wearing veils that obscure their faces. Ronan, the discerning eye will recognize, is the one in white, Kylo in black. The cameras start flashing as they lock hands and march dutifully forward.

Halfway up the walk, they stop and face one another, then kiss. The art history nerds of the internet will figure out it's an obscure tribute to Magritte's The Lovers II, but the journalists among the crowd leap to a different conclusion. As he and Kylo part briefly to pose and interview separately, Ronan is met with a barrage of questions about marriage, all of which he refuses to answer.

Once that's over with, he turns to continue his walk toward the entrance. "It's a fucking shitshow, isn't it," he mutters sympathetically to the nearest imPort, who's probably less accustomed to this circus.

mingling

Once inside the museum, Ronan pulls the veil off his head and drapes it across his shoulders like a towel. Compared to the last time he was in public, his mohawk is considerably grown out, but he's plastered it away from his face with pomade. His face is clean-shaven for the event, his eyes lined in smudgy black. He's lost weight. He looks dazed, like he might be high.

But he's happy, at least. Happy in the way Ronan is ever happy, more subtle in him than in others. It's only really obvious if you're used to seeing him angry, which is his usual expression. He remains by Kylo's side for most of the evening, patiently (even blissfully) tolerating his lover's art lectures. The only time he drifts away is to fetch another drink, so if anyone was waiting to speak to him alone, here's their chance.

titmice

Ronan isn't fond of the titmouse game. In fact, he looks terribly annoyed whenever one lands on his shoulder to deliver a message. He tosses each note to the floor without even looking at it, but of course that won't stop anyone from confronting him over a tit. Especially since they're all on display anyway.

robo-pigeons

Although Ronan is a young man of imposing height and heroic build, he's not actually made for combat the way most imPorts are. He's the weapon, not the warrior, and his magic is meant to create rather than destroy. He's far from helpless, but when the celebration starts going to shit, he doesn't bust out his superpowers. Instead he overturns the nearest table, hoists it like a shield, and barrels into the nearest robot.

"Are you dead?" he asks the imPort beside him, taking only a glance before his attention is diverted once more to the robot, which has (unsurprisingly) not been defeated in a single blow.

wildcard

Whatever you want! Feel free to request a thread that includes both Ronan and Kylo.

robo pigeons

[h2no]

"I'm not now," Archie comments as Ronan deals with the robot, then pulls himself up. Surprising, but not unwelcome. "Fuckin' hell. Thanks bro."

With actual space to work out how he wants to deal with this and without a robot attempting to chew on him, Archie figures Muk would be the best combatant for this. He releases the sludge Pokémon from its Pokéball, a large pile of... toxic waste forming just in front of them both with a gurgling roar.

"Gunk Shot, melt 'em," he calls out. Then, to Ronan: "You okay? I can heal."

Twice, OTA

[ttwwiiccee]

Red Carpet

[ Is there a way to sneak through a Red Carpet? Jin doesn't even really want to be here. He wasn't going to come but then he thought that maybe one of his friends arrived and didn't post on the network. Maybe they were here.

He's regretting it now. He might be dressed for the occasion (thanks to his much more enthusiastic co-workers at the fabric shop who all sew on their own time) but is definitely out of his element, surrounded by people. As he works his way down the carpet some paparazzi yells, "Hey! Why do you always wear the mask?" and Twice responds by ducking behind the nearest person. ]

Sorry, not sorry!

Art Gallery

[ Now that Twice is inside, he's not really sure what to do. He wanders among the gallery, glancing just as much around at his fellow imports as he does at the paintings.

He gets distracted by one of the more semi-abstract ones, squinting at the figures. ]

Are they about to hug or about to fight? It's really unclear. [ Which is followed immediately by him contradicting himself in a different voice - ] Makes perfect sense!

Robots

[ By the evening Jin knows none of his friends are here but he's stuck around on account of not wanting to go back out to the crowd he assumes is still outside.

And then robot dinosaurs attack, because of course they do. A couple of velociraptors are blocking his escape. ]

Aw, come on!

[ He's still pretty short on clones but he didn't come unarmed. He brought his wrist cuffs, and pulls out his (lethal) measuring tape that's kept in a coil inside. ]

If you things break my measuring tape I'm gonna be mad!

(((Note that if you are near him you have the option of getting affected by his Friendship UI if you want! ))

Art

[rimuru]

[ Rimuru is here and he decided to dress better for the event, though to many it probably looks like cosplay (look, it's not his fault he is used to "Fantasy world" fashion), but he realizes he isn't sure what to even do here.

Art isn't his forte and it's not like the food is that amazing. In the end, he is just wandering around, pretending he understands what he is looking at, until he eventually hears Twice ]

Er... does it? [does it really make perfect sense? Even though he said it was unclear seconds ago ]

Ken Kaneki || OTA || Registered

[anthropophagite]

Arrival
[ Kaneki is not going through the main door. The moment he saw the amount of journalists, photographs, paparazzi and fans, he decided this wasn't something he wanted to deal with, so Ken decided the best thing to do was to try to find an easier and safer way of getting inside. And truthfully, he is easy to miss! Kaneki doesn't stand out at all, wearing a very normal black suit.

However, the eye patch is still there which means anyone can easily spot him trying to sneak by the journalists. And that's what happens: even if Kanki is avoiding through the red carpet, a journalist realizes this person is an Import, and quickly he is surrounded, asked all sort of questions he has no answers to, and nearly stopped on his tracks from trying to move ahead.

This is terrible, this was a terrible idea, and there are so many people that kaneki just feels overwhelmed. Either save him, make fun of him, or get caught in this with him! In the end there are so many regrets ]


Walking around
[ Somehow he managed to get inside after being harassed by tons of paparazzi, and the first thing that happens, is a ... bird? flying right to his face. The metallic titmice might have something to say or maybe not, but Kaneki quickly slaps it away because he was caught on surprise, probably a bit TOO hard. There is a chance the thing might hit someone (maybe you!)

In any case, Kaneki decides to explore for a bit, not at all understanding the art he is looking at. And that self-portrait-spider-edition the children drew? Definitively something he does not want to question. But as usual, he doesn't touch the food and only asks for coffee - black, no cream or sugar, and sniffs it before he takes an unsure sip. When he is pleased with the taste, he takes a bigger one; for an outsider, it's almost as if Kaneki is pretending to me some coffee expert (he isn't, though). ]


Jurassic park with robots
[ and of course something happens. Because this is the swear-in, and they could never be peaceful. When people start screaming, kaneki almost sighs before he tries to see what is happening.

Oh. Those sure are dino-robots. And birds-robots. ]

Why do I keep coming to these...? [ that's a good question, kaneki, why do you? He does notice a waitress who suddenly falls on the floor while being chased by a robot-velociraptors, and thanks to his quick thinking, Kaneki's first reaching is to grab an actual table and throw it at the robot with his inhuman strength. The table flies, and breaks when it hits the raptor, and it is enough to get the robot to leave the woman alone but now that means Kaneki is the target.

With a gasp, kaneki doesn't have a lot of time to get away while the robot suddenly charges at him. And so he uses his body strength to stop it, holding on to what might be the head. At least stops the robot in its tracks, but when he least expects, there is suddenly a robotic tail in his face.

It smacks him hard enough to send him flying a couple of feet, in fact, but not enough to render him unconscious. Kaneki is a bit wobbly but he gets up, and his eyepatch has fallen somewhere, which means Kaneki's eye is now exposed for all to see ]

arrival

[freezeflame]

[when Shouto first arrived in this world, he'd been hounded by people who wanted to take a picture with him. or, at least, take a picture of their dogs with him. it had been bad. luckily, he was saved by other people. it's time to repay the favor.

as the paparazzi are closing in around Kaneki, a thin wall of ice suddenly shoots up from the ground to block them from the young man. that is when Shouto steps in, in his pristine suit. he gently grabs for Kaneki's arm. whether he gets it, or not, is unimportant. he's still going to try to usher the other guy away before taking down his wall]

Come on. There's a back entrance.

Caspar ! OTA

[genuinewrestleboy]

Red Carpet

[ Caspar came in his school uniform because he figures it's fancy enough! It's got a cravat, right? The only thing different is that instead of his decorative sword he's replaced it with the axe Momo made for him - he learned his lesson about coming unarmed to Swear-Ins.

He's cheerful as he bounds down the red carpet, waving to people who shout at him and pausing to answer questions from the crowd. ]

Have I, what? No, I haven't killed anyone here. It's against the rules, right?

[ Well that just sends off a barrage of new questions, which is a bit overwhelming even for him since everyone's talking at once. ] Uh...

Gallery / Middle School Art Contest

[ Caspar enthusiastically looks at the art which mostly involves standing in front of a piece for a short time and saying, very cheerfully, "I don't get it!" or "This is great!". It's very different from the art from his world so it's a novelty, at least.

When he gets to the middle school art contest part he squints at the ones that involve the kids as spiders. ] Huh. I can't tell if this is fun or creepy...

Robot Attack

[ Caspar absolutely fails at being delighted that after all this kinda boring art stuff there's a crisis going on. He pulls out his axe, grinning at the nearest five foot tall pigeon robot ]

Finally, something to fight!

robots!

[thecacophony]

[ Finally, some proper fucking action around here. Sal's already lost the tie to her nice red suit somewhere in the chaos, the collar of her shit unbuttoned in a cavalier way. This fancy fucking party isn't one of her favorites, but it wasn't the selling point for her visit anyway.

It's this chance to wipe the floor with whatever fucking baddies just happened to start a ruckus. Turning the corner, a bottle of champagne taken from one of the tables, she spots the pigeon robot closing in on some kid. ]

Hey, over here you metallic fuckhead!

[ Trying to distract the robot, she takes the bottle and throws it hard against the robot's metal plating, shattering glass and booze all over its head. An opportunity! ]

Katsuki Bakugou | OTA

[hot_handed]

Red Carpet

[Katsuki put more effort into dressing for the occasion then he did once he showed up. The constant flashing lights and unintelligible chattering is a headache waiting to happen, and he makes his way toward the entrance as fast as possible.

"Can we get a shot of you smiling?"

He provides a middle finger.

"LEM, are you worried that your previous record and attitude are going to prevent you from winning?"]

My WHAT?!

[He spins around to glare at the uh...'reporter' gutsy enough to ask that, his palms sparking.

"We've lucked out! We're getting an explosive entrance here on the red carpet-"

SNEEZE.

Anyone unfortunate enough to be near Katsuki will find their outfit now accessorized with delicate dandelions as more float down.]

Mingling

[By now he's calmed down since the red carpet incident, but anytime one of the titmice tries to perch on his shoulder, he threatens them with a small explosion, lashing out as they flutter for shelter.

Otherwise, he can be found staring at the art, with a look of...stunned awe?]

What is this garbage?

Velocirobots

[It's chaos. Robots swarm, attacking people and ruining all of the hard work put into the swear-in. A velociraptor lunges at one of the staff members, and there's an ear-piercing scream of terror

BOOM!!!

The world shakes and visibility dims thanks to a cloud of smoke, but once the dust clears a heroic shadowed silhouette can be seen standing on top of one of the tables. He seems to squat, his hands splayed out, and he throws his head back and cackles.]

YOU FUCKED UP TARGETIN' THIS SHITTY PARTY!!! DIE!!!

Mingling

[undermoonlight]

It's not garbage..?

[Atsushi isn't sure what this painting is, though. The colours look smeared and the canvas almost seems dirty. Just because he doesn't understand it though doesn't mean it isn't a great painting! It's probably more sophisticated than a simple minded Atsushi can understand, is all.]

I've heard that paintings reflect the artist's feelings so... Maybe this artist, uh. Needed to clean their room?

[floatsaway]

i. Flashing Lights (Arrival):

[So this is supposed to be some sort of major event or something? Ochako feels a bit awkward - she expected it to be a bit similar to simply registering her quirk, or maybe some sort of exam like the Hero Licensing or something. A red carpet event was not at all what she expected. Dressed to impress though she may be, she's alone and much like a startled deer when all the cameras flicker and flash in her direction, people calling her name and asking her to pose, smile, answer questions...all that. My god, it's so much.

Too much.

Ochako's starting to feel a bit anxious, exposed, and her stomach begins to dance in the bad way. Woof, haven't felt sick due to stage-fright in a while, but...guess this is going to be a thing. At the very least, a lot of her fears dissolve when she sees fans - some of them relatively young, reaching out with sparkly pink pens, and note pads with stars and planets on them, calling out her name. Oh...she feels almost like she's a real Pro or something. And she's crouching down to sign her hero name into a notebook for an excitable young girl, she's reminded a lot of how she used to be at that age, admiring all the strong, wonderful heroes she'd see after a major event, or on television. It's rather humbling, actually, to realize she's come so far.

"Can I have a hug?" the same girl asks, in a shy whisper as she hugs her notebook close, and Ochako beams, holding out her arms.]

Want me to pick you up?

[The girl's expression is like a solar flare - absolutely blinding - and she holds up her arms with a hop, as Uraraka lifts her up easily (with the use of her quirk) and seats the child on her shoulder, flexing her other arm as the camera lights dance like starlight in the crowd, and cheers and hollers explode to life from the wonderful display of positivity and glorious press material. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all.]
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ii. Artist Alley (Gallery/Titmouse)

[Ochako's not the most artistically savvy person out there, but she can appreciate some of the pieces in the gallery as she walks through, stopping at a few of the more abstract ones and tilting her head to one side as she tries to...figure out....just what it even is. She doesn't want to say anything rude out loud - someone worked hard one this!! They put their heart and soul into it, and making a mean comment, or saying she doesn't understand it seems sort of...rotten, but--

How in the world is a bunch of lines in four colored squares supposed to signify loss?

Shaking her head, she moves on, taking an offered glass of sparkling cider (nonalcoholic, of course, the caterers are taking that very seriously) from a server that flits to and fro before stopping to rest her feet on a small bench for a while. It's there that she begins getting the messages from the titmice, at first holding her hand out to them (they're cute!!) and blinking when she gets a little message from them. It starts off innocent enough - remarks about how nice she looked in her dress - and she smiles pleasantly and sends the little birdie on its way, but...as the day progresses, the messages become far more.

Sour.

Asking her measurements, the price of the dress and if she also bought this one in the "bargain bin" like the rest of her wardrobe, and far more that she crumples into a heap and flings into the trash without so much as glancing at them. The birds now get malicious glares and muted growls as she avoids them to the best of her ability. Eventually, she has a few of the titmice flapping uselessly through the air as they float toward the ceiling, having grabbed them as they approached, and used her zero gravity quirk to get some peace and quiet.

Disgusting...these things are like the comments section in toxic social media. Ugh. No thank you, she has better things to do with her time...]
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iii. Robo Inferno (mild cw for blood and slight depictions of a head/shoulder injury)

Everyone, this way! Please get to safety behind me!! Please don't crowd the exits, and allow elderly and children first! Civilians that can assist others, please, lend those people your strength!!

[It's pandemonium. Ochako doesn't even remember how, or when the mass hysteria happened, just that the moment the screaming started, she was on red alert, her instincts kicking into overdrive as the adrenaline surged. Uraraka Ochako was set to the side for the evening, now she was Uravity, and she had to help evacuate hundreds of people out to safety, all while trying to locate her friends and classmates in the crowd.

An task that should have been easy - a quick SOS sent through the UA Group feed on their communicators, but Ochako was a bit busy at the moment, hands full with fending off a small cluster of robotic dinosaurs as they chased after staff and party guests. Only four, and while they were small, they weren't anything like the training bots back at school. These things were smart, agile, could communicate with one another, and form attack strategies like people could. It was either some highly advance AI, or hunter instincts were truly terrifying.

Still, she was a tough nut to crack, and with a goal set in mind, to make sure people got out, she was more determined than ever. A raptor, keening with its metal mouth full of whirring, blade like teeth, leaps at a finely dressed man, as he yells in terror, cowering as he covers his face.]

COMET HOME RUN!!! [The bot has just enough reaction time to twitch its neck in one direction, before it's pummeled by one of the abstract pieces held in the arms by the young teen. She's breathing hard, standing before the gentleman and shouting over her shoulder.] THE EXIT IS CLEAR, BUT YOU MUST HURRY!! GO NOW, THERE ARE MORE COMING!

[The man sputters a response, perhaps a thanks between his sobbing, as her scrambles up and out to the exit as Ochako hurls the statue through the air at the stunned mechanoid, releasing her quirk right at the point of impact, spearing the metallic creature with the two pronged points of the structure before it falls over as crushes the shrieking creature when its gravity is returned. One down...

She turns just as the man rushes away, urging her to please be safe, faced with three more of the metal raptors, a series of high-frequency clicking and flashing optic lights their form of communication amongst one another, already planning how to take down a singular enemy. Ochako stands firm though, feet positioned apart and arms toward her center like what she was taught, exhaling a long, slow breath, eyes focused and and sharp. One of the raptors jumps at her, and with a combined use of her quirk and martial arts, she leaps up to meet it with a polished, red heel to her face. It's stunned, momentarily, but certainly not down. A test, to see how easily she'll go down, and Ochako snarls. Not easily enough. Seeing this, one of the two raptors tries to dart past her,her body forward to where the man fled, and she jerks forward to put herself in its path, which stops it and it makes a terrible grinding sound, like a mechanized hiss of sorts.

No...she can't let even one of them past. People could get hurt. Innocent people, with no quirks to protect them. Right now, she has to be a wall - undeterred, and unbreakable.

But she's not. She's human, flesh and bone, and only still in training. When movement from above catches out of the corner of her eye, Ochako can't react in time as something hard, and heavy, collides with the back of her skull. She stumbles forward, back and white spots dancing before her eyes as the metal pigeon swoops back up into the air. It's like being hit in the back of the head with a sledgehammer. She can feel a warm, wet trickle down her neck, and her vision swims. Three robots become six, and she can't react properly, or judge distance, as one jumps at her from the left. Her thrust out palm strike hits air, the blurry image nothing more than a hallucination as her mind tries to focus against the desperate ringing in her ears from her head injury.

She down, she can feel the robot's weight on her, and again she tries to reach up and grab it, to use her quirk, but its saw-like teeth rend into her shoulder and crush, and a splitting scream tears through her throat as she hears a pop and white, hot agony prickles all down her side. This pain is more blinding than the first, and her free hand raises feebly, shaking, to try and get it off, tears now making her vision swim more and more.

But not before she sees the other two other shapes moving swiftly towards her. Shit...shit!!]

Robo Inferno

[hot_handed]

[Katsuki receives the SOS, but there's distance to cover between where he is, and where Ochako is, and in between that distance there's still a lot of people who need saving and a lot of robots who aren't for that plan. Everyone is screaming, panicking, drowning out what he needs to hear. If they would just shut up-]

Fuck it.

[The exit is too far and if he's careful he's (pretty) sure a small explosion won't bring the building down. Cupping his hand around his palm, he uses AP Shot to create a narrow, concentrated blast that leaves a hole in the wall with enough room for anyone nearby to escape.]

GO-

[He hears something horrible. Something that sounds nothing like the hysteric, frantic white noise around him. He glances up after blasting another robot, his fears confirmed.]

URARAKA!!!!

[One second he's on the ground, the next he's flying in the air, disintegrating any robots that get in his path. His heart is lodged in his throat and he's not thinking. He just has to get close to her, close enough to destroy that half-assed walking garbage can and get her somewhere safe. He has to save her.]

Tina Belcher | OTA

[continuousgroaning]

Tina has decided to be glam as all hell for this event, arriving on the red carpet all decked out in a new blue dress and shoes, a blue faux fur stole, sparkling blue hairclips, and proudly leading her beloved Jake, a small piebald pony. Jake has on a glittery blue harness and unicorn horn, and he's a little skittish at the overwhelming amount of attention- far more than he's used to- but he holds steady for his Tina. The crowd seems especially enamored of Jake, if puzzled by his presence.

"He's a therapy horse," she finds herself explaining over and over. "What? Why do you want to know what I plan do to if he poops?"

Once she arrives at the door, she has to give Jake to one of her fellow employees of Good Neigh-bours Therapy Horses, as he's not allowed inside. Tina doesn't pay much attention to the art, however, and spends a lot of time suspiciously eyeing the circling and chattering bird drones.

And when the attack happens, she tries to flee- only for a robo-pigeon to get tangled up in her fur stole, and she reflexively sloshes water out of a nearby water fountain, dousing the thing.

"Get the hell away!"

Red Carpet

[floatsaway]

[Omigosh, a pony!! Ochako was certainly confused by all the ruckus surrounding this girl, but realizes why the moment she spots the horse she's leading along, her eyes lightning up because, well...she's a young girl. Ochako is most certainly going to want to look at and maybe pet it, if she's able to. Of course, hearing that it's a therapy horse (do those really exist, or is this girl bluffing to get the press off her back??), Ochako clears her throat an approaches with less gusto than she had before. Horses spook very easily, and there's already a ton of commotion...poor thing.]

Ah...e-excuse me? Um, miss?

All Might | OTA

[onederfulhero]

This is the sort of event that All Might is made for. When he arrives at the red carpet, he's dressed in a gaudy red and blue suit, with yellow highlights meant to evoke his last hero costume.

"I am happy to give interviews and autographs!" he booms at his adoring fans. "Line up, now, there is plenty of me for everyone! Who wants a selfie? I know how to do those custom filters on Shutterpop now!"

On the inside, however, he becomes Toshinori again, knowing and not caring that the suit is now ill-fitting. The drones put him on edge, and more than once he has to resist the urge to swat one of them away. After them, he is thus completely unsurprised at the robot attack, once more becoming All Might.

"Be calm! Everything is okay... because I am here!"

And he gladly throws himself into the fray, crushing robots and pitching their parts at other robots to damage them with little effort.

"Ha ha! This is more like it!"

Tony Stark

[irondad]

got my flash on (new cr only, pls)

Tony's an old hand at navigating red carpets and the endless sea of paparazzi, the legion of screaming fans. Eschewing the traditional tux, he's opted for a gold jacket with his suit, purposely meant to recall his armor, and readily smiles for every flashbulb. He even ventures closer for the interview questions, cranking up the confident charm with ease.

"Any predictions on who'll win Top ImPort?" "Great question, Julie: me. Actually," he adds, in the wake of her titter, "I hope it's not; I believe it's more important to support the next generation of superheroes. If one of these bright, talented youngsters wins, don't we all win?"

"Can we have your autograph?!" "Alright- wow, there's already already glossies -what's your name, sweetheart?"

"Mr. Stark! What do you say to allegations that you're actually the Superior Iron Man, back for revenge?" "I'm glad to address that, thank you for asking. So first off- I'm not him, and frankly any guy who needs to call himself 'Superior'-Anything sounds like he's compensating for something, is that just me?" Quips aside, he sobers immensely, and pulls his sunglasses down before he continues, tucking them inside his jacket. "Secondly, and far more importantly- I know he hurt a lot of people, while he was here and even after he left. They have a right to their anger. If you'll give me a chance to set things right, I'd like to."

"Hey Tony, any thoughts on resurrecting Stark Tech?" "Stark Tech is not mine to resurrect. Stark Innovations, however, is accepting investors at this time. Call me."

Maneuvering easily down the walkway, should he see someone obviously floundering, perhaps they're overwhelmed by the lights, the noise, the invasive questions, maybe even a minor wardrobe malfunction, Tony swoops in to assist, even shepherding them away if need be.

"Okay, no more questions, thanks, we've got a swear-in to get to."


nicotine from the silver screen

It's kind of funny, he reflects over his second (really third, let's be honest with ourselves) glass of champagne, how the presence of flocking titmice have created live performance art- not in the screen or the messages themselves, but the duck and weave of attendees desperate to avoid being given a slip of paper.

Really, he's paying more attention to the antics of the crowd than the gallery itself. Tony has a nice little buzz going and a certain inurement to the various 'go fuck yourself, Stark's and 'come fuck me's notes, and holds himself like a Disney prince, several bitty birbs perched on his gold shoulders.

Maybe... he ought to... engage with the art. Yeah. Bored as he takes a 'Love your suit, Handsome' from the latest winged messenger, he ambles up to someone- possibly even a familiar face -who's browsing the collection.

"'A Hero's Origin, Life, and Death, oil on canvas'," he reads off the acrylic placard beside the small triptych. Though it's arranged much like a religious altarpiece, complete with the subject rendered with a bold, bright halo (uncomfortable), the piece itself is nothing to write home about, muddy and somewhat indistinct.

"Points for enthusiasm, I guess."


open the door, get on the floor (limit 2 pls)

Oh, of course. What would a social event be without some kind of shenanigans? Should this faze him? Nah.

Prior to his armor's arrival, Tony sets himself to the task of pulling civvies out of the line of fire, pushing officials and staff toward still-clear emergency exits. He's bitten for his efforts by a four-foot robot pigeon, and its razor-sharp beak tears clean through his sleeve, the flesh beneath it, stinging to high heaven. "Shit!"

Backhanded with a serving tray, the bird's head explodes in a shower of electronics and a dying squawk, and Tony turns to whatever ImPort might be nearby and not yet moving, terse.

"Stop staring; get going." He gestures with the tray while blood runs down his arm, taking in the buffet line where robots are advancing, "Flank those raptors and drive them back, so these people can get clear."


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Red Carpet

[notthatblonde]

Felicity is just finishing up her time on the carpet... THANK GOD! She is about to go inside when she spies something gold out of the corner of her eye. She turns and for the next few minutes watches Tony in awe make his way down the carpet towards her.

She smoothed down her dress and cleared her throat softly. "Hi, I was wondering how you do that?" She asked, waving her hand towards the mob of the press.

Declan Lynch | OTA

[dauntless_son]

Red Carpet

This is more attention than Declan is comfortable with. Far more. His interest lies in the museum and he would have preferred to avoid the red carpet altogether, but his supervisor at the gallery wanted a representative present.

The suit is not something he would normally wear, but it is a red carpet event and he continually hears Ronan in his head saying at this is not the world they left. Old habits die hard, but he is willing to branch out this far for a special occasion. He's still hardly the most memorable person here, especially after his brother and Kylo make their entrance.

Declan spends most of his time on the red carpet answering as few questions as possible, talking mostly about his work rather than himself. But as soon as people realize that he is Ronan's brother, the questions come faster and become downright invasive and the requests from fans more vehement.

"I think that's enough for now."

God, get him out of here and into the galleries.

Mingling in the Galleries

Declan finds himself with a glass of champagne wandering through the museum's galleries. He isn't mingling so much as studying the art, looking for--something. Something to move him. Something that takes his breath away.

He ends up in the A Salute to ImPorts gallery eventually. He finds some of the work trite in its dependence on certain visual tropes or in its over glorification of the ImPort experience. But some works make him pause, make him linger longer as he takes it all in. One of the larger pieces does this: it spans an entire wall and Declan stands close enough that it's really all he can see. He lets the painting overwhelm him and his breath finally catches.

There. Apparently there is real talent in this place.

When he finally steps back, he nearly collides with someone.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see you."

Tittering

He finds the titmice asinine. He sighs quietly when another lands on his shoulder and resists every urge to sweep the damn thing off. He accepts the little slip of paper that prints and reads it as the little bird flies off. Declan rolls his eyes and puts the paper into his pocket, along with a collection of others. Honestly, he isn't going to play this game of stirring up imPorts: he's done nothing to make enemies (save perhaps one) and he isn't interested in confronting anyone about whatever might show up on a piece of paper from a mechanical bird.

Even if Declan isn't interested in playing, maybe there's a tit out there someone would like to confront him with.

Wildcard

Find Declan anywhere in the museum or catch him on the red carpet. Surprise us.

whatEVER

[nightmarist]

"Hey, asshole."

He had considered avoiding his older brother for the entire evening, but at the rate everyone's been disappearing, Ronan figures it might be better to get ahead of the guilt. Even if they both return to their world, after all, it's unlikely he'll live long enough to see Declan again.

Ronan's caught his brother in one of the quieter corners of the museum, as a courtesy. He knows how Declan hates to be overheard. Or perceived in any way.

"No girl?"

Felicity Smoak | OTA

[notthatblonde]

red carpet

Felicity was used to red carpets to a certain degree, working for Oliver Queen, but she really preferred to stay in the shadows. She stepped onto the carpet running a nervous hand over her hair nervously before forcing a smile on her face and making her way down the carpet. Questions were being shouted from all directions and suddenly Felicity was feeling very overwhelmed.

"Well, I'm sure that's not..." She began but was cut off with another garage. "Oliver, where the heck are you when I need you?"

Later Inside

Felicity made a beeline for the food table as soon as she entered the room. Food was her safe place and she was nervous so she wanted some comfort. The whole hero thing was new to her and what if she failed? It was a feeling that she was definitely not relishing and she wished more than anything that it would go away!


Wildcard

[ If these prompts aren't working for you and would like something else, feel free to pm me or contact me on plentyofwords ]

Red Carpet

[governorkang]

"Just keep moving," Kang speaks up from behind her, keeping his voice low enough for only her to hear. His tone is dry, but he manages to keep a (very draconic) smile on his face for the cameras. "It's only a few more feet, and we'll be free of these asinine questions."

Sypha Belnades | OTA

[verunandesu]

Red Carpet

Sypha is more used to mobs yelling for her to die, and so this is an almost pleasant change. She learned quickly that they can't cross the barrier, and that since she had arrived once the event was really starting, there were many other glittery, well-known imPorts distracting the people with their ... devices. She is a bit fascinated; they look nothing like her communicator, but she had been here long enough to know that they served a similar purpose in recording portraits of people and events. The flashes, while blinding, were not harmful in the least.

She will have to spend a while researching this once she gets back to her place. For now, though, it seems a bit silly to dawdle, so she strides with purpose towards the entrance to the gallery.

Mingling

Sipping on a flute of whatever fizzy drink that the servants had offered, Sypha peruses the wall of art. A Salute to ImPorts says a lot about the people of this city. Or... she turns to the imPort next to her and gestures vaguely at the wall.

"Is all of ... this ... by people in this city? Or also from around the country?"

Tits aw yeah

Sypha finds the birds charming and disturbing in equal measures. She has been watching them swooping around the event, landing on the shoulders and heads and sometimes outstretched arms of the other imPorts, who react with varying degrees of delight and disgust.

She is genuinely surprised when one comes to find her where she is sitting alone at the base of a large topiary installation where she had come for some necessary alone time, avoiding the crowd. She wishes that Alucard were here to see this - Trevor too, but she is more interested in knowing if Alucard would know about these types of metal constructs. Given the whole gear situation in the castle...

The bird extrudes a note. Sypha wonders whether she should read it.

Wildcard

Whatever you like! HMU at verunandesu on Plurk.

Mingling

[floatsaway]

The ImPort in question, a much younger girl - perhaps just in her mid teens - blinks and looks around as if expecting the woman to be addressing someone else other than her. Ochako, spotting no one else closer by than herself, clears her throat and looks at the painting, tilting her head to one side as she tries to visualize the picture in question and get a read on it. Abstract art was never her strong point... Ochako liked watercolors, or still-life drawings. Something she could really visualize with, y'know...her eyes.

"Ah, eh...um. I-I can't say for certain, miss. I only just arrived a little over two weeks ago myself, actually." Clearing her throat, she rocks on her shiny, red heels and fidgets nervously. "Though, from the time I have been here, I think most of the works are by locals, yes, not anyone from outside this world..."

Jonathan Walsh | OTA

[drivesadesk]

Arrival
While there are times where Jonathan can be overwhelmed by the constant fandom thrown at imPorts when he's just trying to live his life. This is not one of those times. He knows it's Top Import time, and he does love the whole fandom and admiration thing when it's at an appropriate occasion, and so he decides to eat it up. Since he's basically made 'him without a skin suit' into his 'superhero persona' for all this, he goes au naturelle, letting his lizardy nature show. He smiles, takes selfies with fans, even gives happy birthday wishes to people he doesn't know. After all, it's a special event and they all came out here to see them, why not give them a great experience?

Titmouse
Jonathan thinks the titmice are actually kind of neat, and even sends a few. Nothing too deep or important (these are public after all), just a few dumb jokes like, 'Why is it called a titmouse when it's not a tit or a mouse?' and 'What do you call it when you have an extra robot bird? A sparrowbot. Said like 'spare robot'. Get it?"

Robot Attack
And then robots attack. Because of course they do. He was kind of expecting this, however, and ever since his boyfriend bought him a collapsible baton (thank you Finn), he's been smuggling it into swear-ins. Now he has the perfect opportunity to use it.

Soon he's kicking some robot ass with his baton, his enhanced Reptilian strength really coming in handy.

"Look, I get it," he says to a three foot robot pigeon before slamming it down to the ground. "It really grinds your gears--" He jabs down with the end of the baton, twisting it as he grinds it into the pigeon, "When I grind this thing into your gears." The pigeon then seems to take enough damage to sputter and shut down. "But how else am I going to keep you from attacking me?"

Anton Roudin | OTA

[devilishly_handsome]

Arrival
Anton arrives to the swear-in looking rather dapper in a suit with a cravat and a rather fanciful looking cane It is, in actuality, a sword cane, mostly because Anton is tired of going around unarmed all the time. It's subtle enough to not cause concern the way his glaive would, but still a usable weapon all the same. The unusual look of the cane hardly stands out when it's held by Anton, so isn't really noted or questioned. With his devilish appearance, after all, a lot of people expect a little bit of flair.

As he enters, he smiles, greets people and shares a few tidbits about himself (nothing important, just mentions of his hobbies and favorite color, that sort of thing) with fans who ask him relatively impersonal questions. The more personal questions he ignores.

Titmouse
The flying birds with messages confuse him. Of course he's used to the idea of birds carrying messages, he's just not used to them delivering messages in quite this way, nor is he used to birds being made of metal. However, after a few minutes of initial confusion and wonder, he just accepts it as one more bizarre feature of this world. Losing interest in the birds, he decides to check out some of the art.

Robot Attack
Naturally, since he brought a weapon he's inclined to use it, so the second the robotic raptors arrive, he's quick to reveal the dual nature of his cane. He draws his weapon and charges one of the metal dinosaurs, attempting to pierce it through its heart. Unfortunately for Anton, it doesn't have a heart. What he took for a 'heart' is mostly made of wires, and he slices a few in his attack.

The electrical shock throws him back, leaving him prone on the floor. Fortunately for Anton, he has some resistance to electrical attacks, or that would have been really bad. Even as it was, it was incredibly painful, and he lies there a moment, body spasming slightly a few seconds before he can even attempt to recover from his mistake.

"Owwww," he moans as he forces himself up into a sitting position. His eyes go wide as he sees two of the velociraptors watching him from only a few yards away. "Oh, shit."

Panicking, Anton quickly shrouds himself and the surrounding area in darkness, hoping that whatever they use to see requires light so that he can give himself a few minutes to recover and figure out how he'll deal with these things before he has to fight again.

Finn Onaru (the Dragonborn) | OTA

[fireandhoney]

Arrival
For the occasion, Finn went with a periwinkle suit jacket over a black dress shirt, black dress pants and he even got himself a circlet to wear on his head for the occasion. He doesn't often dress so formal, but it is a special occasion. As he steps onto the red carpet, he waves at fans, answers a few questions, though he skips any questions about his and Jonathan Walsh's love life.

A fan even brought a copy of his art book for him to sign, which he gladly does.

Art Gallery
Being an artist himself, Finn can appreciate the various pieces on display. He takes his time examining them. He can't be too harsh with them, since many of them are done by amateurs, and thus he just gives an amused smirk to a painting where his skin is light blue instead of grey.

He gazes at a painting of a spider that's right next to a painting of himself. "I don't care what anyone says, I still don't think spiders are scary."

Robots
Why is it always robots? The moment he sees them, he springs into action, shooting lightning at the nearest one to stun it, before grabbing a serving tray to whack a robotic bird that makes a dive-bomb for him.

One of the velociraptor-looking ones eyes him, and his fingers crackle with electricity in preparation to defend himself.

"I've faced the undead, you think I'm scared of you?"

Robots

[verunandesu]

One minute she is looking around for another servant with the fizzy drinks, the next there are beasts attacking the guests.

Oh, Sypha can help to deal with this! She tries not to brighten visibly, and a crackle of light catches the corner of her eye. Nearby, a man with grey skin and a smile is taunting one of the beasts, and Sypha can't really help but grin internally. She had felt bewildered and out of place for most of this evening - now, at least, she knows what to do.

"You too?" She calls, and forms an arsenal of icicles in front of her, dropping into a fighting stance.

Anders | OTA

[rebelhealer]

Arrival
Anders doesn't have much of a sense of fashion when it comes to classy events, so he just went with a green dress shirt under a black vest and some black slacks for this Swear-In. The lady at the store said he looked nice in it and it suited him. He's also got his staff strapped to his back because he'd rather have it and not need it than need it and not have it. So here he is, awkwardly waving at fans.

"You were so brave when you saved that cat the other day, Anders!"

"It was no trouble at all." Really, since he's something of an expert in getting cats down from trees, even after he lost his power to beckon cats to him.

Mingling
He helps himself to a plate of finger-foods, looking at a deviled egg with some suspicion before biting into it and deciding that it's not bad. Food in hand, he goes to look at the artwork. Some of these imports he recognizes, others not so much. He soon comes across a painting of a blonde man surrounded by cats, and he's guessing that's meant to be him.

"Okay, that is pretty cute."

Robots
Anders doesn't even hesitate when the machines come to terrorize the guests and others. Immediately, he whips out his staff, throws ice at a robotic pigeon, causing it to fall like a rock in mid-air, before he whacks a compsognathus with the blunt end of his staff, caving its head in.

"Does anybody need healing?"

Ruby Nakamura| OTA

[by_candlelight]

Arrival (Closed to Niko)

[ She'd been given a heads up about the nature of the swear-in, at least in the sense that she was told what type of clothing would be appropriate. So for once Ruby came wearing something that made sense for the event. Unlike the first fancy event she went to she didn't run down the red carpet and right into the awaiting arms of the building. No, this time she walked, one arm looped through the arm of her companion as they made their way towards the building. She mostly followed his lead, hoping the cameras would focus mostly on him. And then, well, then one of those rather inappropriate sorts called out a question. ]

Nikolai! Ruby! Is it true you two are in a relationship with another imPort!

Admiring

[ Art went over her head, mostly. But still she tried to look at everything, to admire everything. In the end though, she found herself most at home among the self portraits of the kids. These she could understand. ]

I can't say I've ever seen someone draw themselves as a spider before.

Actively (chilling out)

[ After acquiring her ceremonial t-shirt, Ruby went to chill out by the food tables. She looked at the plates of others to see what was appropriate to the setting, and then grabbed a few foods with intent to go back for more later while avoiding anything that looked spicy. She'd almost gotten out of earshot of the table when she took a bite out of something and her eyes shot open wide. She looked around and tapped the shoulder of the nearest person ]

Do you know what this is? [ She was pointing at something on her plate, a small look of awe on her face ]


Attack

[ The not-pocalypse the previous year had seen her given a few things that no one ever came back for, including a gun that worked on robots specifically. So, naturally, she'd made sure to bring it with her everywhere. That was why the moment hell broke loose she opened up her bag and pulled the weapon out as if this were simply a matter of course - and really, wasn't that just how it was at this point anyway?

As always, her priority was getting people out of danger, but now she actually had something she could do to fight robots. As she did her work she looked for people in trouble, and when she spotted someone being harassed by a particularly angry pigeon bot she shouted out to them as she pointed the weapon at the robot. ]

Get ready to run!

/yeets self at

[namesaquestion]

[Like anyone used to the spotlight, Nikolai is throughly dressed for it -a good dress shirt, nice slacks, dress shoes and of course, his belt and pokeballs visible. He also soaks it up, more than happy to be seen with Ruby on his arm.

The smile's very much for the cameras, though that faulters into a glare at the question, because what the hell?

He's pretty sure Ruby'd have told him if she liked someone else? He knows he would have.] No, of course not. What'd give you that idea?

Atsushi Nakajima | Bungo Stray Dogs | OTA

[undermoonlight]

(a) Arrival

[Atsushi has seen red carpet events in magazines and rare flashes of television, but he never once imagined himself attending one. These things were out of his reach--- and honestly? He's not sure he can do something this extravagant! But if he has to attend in order to be registered, he'll do it. And he'll do it right.

Which has meant renting a white suit to wear to the event. It's embarrassing to face the red carpet and paparazzi, but also strangely exciting. Not enough for him to want to spend much time here, but he isn't entirely unhappy either. Atsushi figures he'll be fine as long as he keeps walking and does so quickly.

But Atsushi is kind. Too kind, sometimes. And when people call out to him, he can't help but turn to them. When they ask questions, Atsushi looks very distressed. He doesn't want to be the center of attention, but he doesn't want to hurt someone by ignoring them either..! Which leads to Atsushi being trapped in a cycle of questions; He answered one and now the bombardment won't stop.]

I'm really sorry, but I don't know anything about costumes? And, no... I didn't graduate high school, uh. I need to be going now, so..? [Nope. More questions. He may need some help here.]

(b) Art Gallery

[The Armed Detective Agency has, on many occasions, guarded or investigated art galleries. But Atsushi has rarely had a chance to wander one outside of work. Usually he's helping identify weak points or searching for clues. Though the art here is nothing he recognizes, he can be found navigating the artwork with wide eyes and a curious expression. Even the spider portraits are interesting enough for him to stop and stare at them.]

I wonder how they know what they'd look like as spiders. [He's amused and impressed. Atsushi doesn't have the talent for painting.]

(c) Robot Attack

[In the grand scheme of things, the robots wouldn't be an issue for Atsushi. His claws are effective against metal and he would heal from any physical attacks. Under normal circumstances, he would use his superstrength to negate this threat quite quickly!

But there's a problem.

You see, this suit is a rental. And if Atsushi were to transform his arms or legs, he would definitely rip the fabric. So he looks pretty distressed and conflicted at first, not quite sure if there is some sort of insurance for heroes' clothes and if it covers them ruining their own clothing.

At least he can take the jacket off, with some struggle.]

Is this normal?! It shouldn't be normal!

KYLO REN | OTA

[photophobic]

ARRIVAL:


Making a dramatic entrance is clearly one of Kylo's hobbies, at this point. Emerging from the limo in dark pants and a black, gauzy veil that obscures his face and little else, his appearance alongside his similarly unattired other half causes quite the stir on the red carpet— and that's before they grace their audience with a little performance art in the shape of a veiled kiss.

But perhaps most curiously, Kylo seems strangely content to indulge the clamouring crowd of fans and reporters— posing (if looming in a vaguely intimidating fashion in one direction rather than another counts as posing) for photographs, even leaning in for a selfie or two with fans brave enough to ask for one. He's hardly chatty, though— while he's generous enough to sign photos and almost observably pleased to sign copies of The Verse Hearse featuring his poetry, questions are met with little more than a flat, imposing stare more often than not. How exactly does he maintain his trademark intensity through a veil? Can science give us the answers?

As resident monster, Kylo's content to step in and take the heat off other imPorts struggling through their red carpet experience if required. Eventually though, he peels away from the crowd to rejoin Ronan and escort him inside the venue. For the remainder of the evening it's difficult to find him alone, with the exception of:



AN ENCOUNTER IN THE GALLERY:


Ronan and Kylo are so tightly bound together these days that it's almost surprising to find him here, standing in utterly unmoving contemplation of an overlarge, abstract painting that takes up the entirety of one of the gallery's walls. A luridly violent barrage assault of deep red hues spreads over the majority of the canvas, oppressively heavy... but Kylo's eyes are locked on the tiny oasis of pale, ghostly blue dashed in hurried brushstrokes at the centre.

"The end of the world," Kylo comments smoothly without turning. It's a little unnerving, perhaps— almost as if he's answering a question no-one's asked.

Out loud, anyway.




THE OBLIGATORY SWEAR-IN ATTACK:


Kylo isn't at Ronan's side when the robotic creatures burst in and begin wreaking havoc, which would have had him boiling with anxious fury only a few months ago— but they've been training together. Hard. When Kylo ignites the crackling blade of his lightsaber and hurls himself into the fray, there's a paradoxical calm in the fluidity of his movements— a smooth, frictionless glide as he cuts his way through the swarm of robotic creatures.

He's looking for Ronan, yes. But he'll carve a path of calmed destruction to reach anyone calling for assistance.

gallery;

[dragony]

"It's one way to see it."

Her voice is quiet, but her tone is unsurprised; without any other token of greeting, Ruka crosses the remaining void to approach the painting. It's an overwhelming thing — in size, in concept, the dark reds familiar in their pressure and their violence. A static confrontation. It's no painting of hers (she doesn't have the physical endurance for something this size), but it's a subject she's grappled with many times in her own art.

Among other things.

She stands with her arms crossed, loose against her ribs; though she stands with Kylo at her sighted side, she doesn't turn to look at him.

"What else do you see?"

Galo Thymos | OTA

[myburningsoul]

Arrival

Galo may not be used to the events that swear-ins can become, but he is no stranger to more adoring attention and crowds. If anything, he eats it up with a wide-grin and gracious attitude. He's quick to throw an arm around a fan, posing for a picture or five--which makes him a bit of a favorite. 

He's all too willing to stop for the cameras, too. Not for the attention, but because he understands what draws people to heroes and what questions he might have to answer. He's an idiot about most things, but he gets this side of public life more than most. And if it means that a less willing imPort is spared the overbearing attention, he'll take it on.

"They really don't let up, do they?" He asks with a casual laugh as he finally makes it up to the entrance. He hardly seems bothered though.

Exploring | Titmice

He isn't much for art, or the appreciation of it, but Galo tries. He can be found staring at several pieces for minutes at a time. He might seem to be taking it in with some but others have him tilting his head, obviously trying to figure out what is being depicted in the piece. 

The one time he simply just appreciates what's there is the work of the kids. "They've got some talent." Always an encouraging force--one doesn't trash talk the effort of kids!

If you catch him with a titmouse, he might read it, but he doesn't give it much mind. He doesn't get the point of stirring up trouble. He isn't immune to getting confronted by anyone though if they stir up any particular questions or controversy. 

Robotics

"Man, what is with these events? Is there always some trouble?" The last time he was here--it was those shadows. Something in his chest tightens at that thought, at the reminder of the fallout it brought. 

At least these things seemed more manageable. More science and less supernatural heart-stealers. He could handle this; he could do something without risking...everything he was.

"All right, you want some? Come get some."

Robotics

[codeofiron]

"Not always. Usually."

And this time, it's robots again. One of the more annoying types of disruption, as far as Brandon's concerned. More difficult to evade their weapons and make them actually stop. Still, he's already pulling both guns (he'll need both) from beneath his suit jacket and taking aim.

Anakin Skywalker and Padme Amidala - They can often be found together but also apart

[kraythero]

Arrival
-- Press Storm

Anakin glanced down to the woman at his side, taking a breath to steel his nerves - thus far, the war has mostly kept him confined to the Outer Rim, where lines of holocams and reporters aren't to be found. He's not used to this kind of press attention, he's purposefully avoided standing out, and frankly? He was a little nervous. Not that he wanted to show it and instead focused on keeping a pleasant, calm face and focused on mirroring Padmè's energy. She, at least, was used to this. Still, he could hear the attention shift to the couple, her in her stunning gown and her hair done up in a way Anakin came close to calling 'magic', Anakin in his tunic inspired look and custom armor over his mechno-arm. Inhale. Exhale. "On your lead, my Lady." His voice was a bare whisper, meant for her ears alone - they may be stepping out, officially, as a couple here, in a way they couldn't at home. But he was still very much following her in how to deal with this type of attention.

Art Show
-- Lessons in Impressions

It wasn't that Anakin wasn't educated in art - he was. Somewhat. In what the Jedi deemed important. He was a fairly talented artist, not that he thought of it that way - just good at drafting designs of droids and other tech. His own talent for singing was almost entirely unknown among the Jedi. So he was, mostly, lost on the academic side of things. His wife, however, was not. And really? Anakin loved it. Loved trying to read her facial expressions before she spoke to gauge what she thought, loved hearing from her about the different pieces - it's rare that his attention is anywhere but Padmè when they are together, his expression genuinely relaxed and open, and most importantly happy. Even when he's not at her side, he seems more at peace. Not that Anakin was unfriendly - he wasn't, even if he was a bit sulky at times - but now, it's like a lightbulb has been turned on in the young man, making him warmer.

He even seemed charmed by the titmice, rather than angry at the gossip. Which would be entirely unheard of for him.

Attack!
--Why can't we have anything nice?

Of course, Anakin's posture changed the instance he sensed others' panic and agitation, lightsaber coming from it's hiding place inside his boot and being ignited as he swung it up to the ready. Those split seconds of forewarning served him well when a robo-rapter bore straight towards them and Anakin sent it flying with a wave of his hand, leaving it crumpled in a heap and some dings and scratches on a wall. Oops. Padmè hopefully had her blaster in hand and he turned to look to make sure.

ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴀʟ

[resoluteandunyielding]

It's not so much that she can hear the breath Anakin takes or that there is anything specifically jittery about his steps. It's more than that. Deeper. A nervous charge in the air that hovers around the edges of his eyes when she looks up, and she can't say she doesn't feel it, but she had to long ago master keeping her emotions far from her expression. Especially in situations like these.

Still, Padmé lets a small smile steal her lips. "Breathe."

There was the temptation, momentarily to reach up and slip her fingers in the curve of his elbow. Maybe both to tug him with her, proving it was fine. Just a series of flashing lights as they cross a sea of carmine. But, also, perhaps, because it was almost the flush of something lightly possessive in her amusement.

Instead, she tilted her head, with the faintest nod, for him to come along, as she stepped out into the crowd.

Goro Akechi | OTA

[cognitivism]

Arrival

Goro's arrival isn't grand or flashy. It's quiet, understated as he walks the red carpet with poise he hasn't needed since he was the second coming of the Detective Prince. His smile is gentle, at times candid when 'caught off guard', but that's easy to control. He's done this hundreds of times as an idol, he can do it now.

A slight wave here, the non-answer response in return to a reporter who asks about his thoughts on the America's Top ImPort contest.

"May the best ImPort win! I think it'll be a good showing of talent and our willingness to stand out apart from the crowd."

It's the only thing he responds to before he steps through the door.

Mingling

If you didn't walk the red carpet with him, you can find him touring the gallery, stopping to admire the art from time to time. When was the last time he was here? Or enjoy art for arts sake? He's reminded of Yusuke, wondering if (and where) his art might be if the gallery still has it displayed.

How long has it been since Yusuke left? Since Morgana, Ryuji, and Makoto? The Phantom Thieves have dwindled down, and there haven't been any big heists to really thrust them into the spotlight again. There's been no reason, he thinks, since he joined Aegis.

He's lost in thought, even absentmindedly accepting a glass of champagne but he doesn't take a drink.

"What an absurd world we live in, isn't it?" Goro comments offhand, unaware someone might hear him.

Robot Fight

Of course there's another attack on one of the swear-ins. Goro immediate sets down his glass and rushes into the fray.

"Don't worry," he says. "I'm with Aegis."

A reassurance if there ever was one.

"Persona!" He shouts, his costume change quick in a flurry of black feathers settling down around his feet. "Quick, everyone get to safety. I'll handle this."

He motions for staff and government officials to evacuate as Robin Hood stands ready, bow drawn and light arrows aimed at a small army of pigeon robots of various sizes looms in front of him.

Mingling

[rimuru]

[ By no means Rimuru is a critic of art. He thinks it's something you have to study or have an eye for, and he did nothing of sorts and has nothing of sorts. In the end, he is just very lost, not fully grasping all the hidden meanings behind the paintings he is looking at.

Honestly, some of these look like someone just threw paint at the screen and called it a day. ]

Eh, because of the art? [ he might not understand it, but he doesn't think it's absurd (he also doesn't know if that's what Akechi means, either) ]

Wanda Maximoff | OPEN

[divaricate]

001. | ARRIVAL AND OTHER LOWER KEY THINGS

(A bit of a wildcard option; feel free to mingle with her anywhere before Shit Gets Real. Her outfit includes a sleeveless & asymmetrical black dress, super high heels, fishnet tights. Also, here is her anon-enabled tit thread.)

002. | ROBOT SHENANIGANS

This is way too familiar to nearly a decade ago in her home country. It doesn't take her long to start flinging blasts of scarlet magic at the things, either sending them into the walls or simply just tearing them apart.

"Maybe we should just start not doing swear-ins." She mutters mostly to herself as she ducks behind a table to get a better angle on some of these things. Someone nearby could hear her, though. She slips out of her incredibly high heels and breaks the heels off (r.i.p.), and launches the thin heels like spears with her magic at a few nearby swarming robots, skewering a couple with each heel.

"Ha."

Shenanigans!

[kraythero]

The scarlet blasts caught his attention, as did how they ripped apart the attacking creatures.

"Do you need the heels back?" Anakin called over the chaos, more than willing to rip them out and toss her weapons back. Just because you can throw an object didn't mean you could retrieve it, as his own history with lightsabers had shown.

Meanwhile, he was just going to use his lightsaber to slice and dice the robo-things, stabbing a few through and even electing the draw the attention so others who are struggling can fall back.