maskormenacelogs | (no subject)

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!]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Let me know when it's used. I'm still workin' out the intricacies of how to put it back on someone, but--" he cuts himself off, no use going into exposition and personal theories when there's, you know, a bunch of robots actively trying to eat them.

It takes Archie a moment to catch up with what Ronan's doing, what weapon he's going for, but follows along when he does. He sends out Mightyena, commanding it to using Crunch on a nearby robot. Whatever this dog is, it's more than capable of biting through the metal with no injury to itself. Catching up, Archie pats it on the head and stoops down to grab some debris-- a leg that had fallen off when the owner was destroyed. Not great, but better than nothing.

"You got it?" he calls out, glancing over to Ronan. Hopefully nothing interrupted indeed.

Ronan looks absolutely delighted by this metal-chomping dog. For a moment, he's completely distracted by the badassery of it all. He is definitely going to attempt to make a metal-chomping dog in the near future.

But, well, there are still robots crashing through the museum. It's probably time to focus on them again. Since the puppy bought him time to wriggle the weapon free, Ronan lifts the glaive triumphantly overhead. It's... a lot bigger than Vexed to Nightmare. And heavy, the way non-dream things tend to be. This is really going to put his training with Kylo to the test.

He has just enough time to swing the blade down onto the back of the next robot to come charging at him, pinning it to the floor.

"Yeah."

You gotta appreciate a good snappy line after some asskicking. Archie barks a surprised laugh, covering his face with his hand for a moment. The passing of danger for the moment encourages Mightyena to trot over and give Ronan a quizzical sniff, too.

"Didn't even use the shield! Damn!" he laughs, shaking his head. "We got another one comin' up! Mightyena, Crunch it! Hold it in place so we can sort it out, aye?"

"Told you, I gotta make the most of it."

Ronan gives Mightyena an affectionate little scritch on the head before taking hold of the glaive again to yank it up, leaving the half-battered bot to the Pokémon. Once he's got the weapon more or less balanced, he charges for the next one. He may be having a little too much fun with this.

"I had no doubts," he says with a snort. Not in Ronan, at all, more in how he's trying to work out how to get more out of the shield itself! "Mightyena, help Ronan out!"

Muk has a good chunk of the ones trying to flank them sorted and between Archie, Ronan and Mightyena... they won't have a trouble cutting a swathe through these weak (at least compared to some of the others imPorts have experienced over the years) robots.

"I'm Archie," he says, whacking one after Ronan cuts into it. "Don't believe we've spoken much!"