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maskormenacelogs2020-08-30 09:31 pm
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WHO: imPorts who show an inTerest
WHERE: Heropa Convention Center
WHEN: August 30th
WHAT: America'sNext Top ImPort and other secrets are revealed
WARNINGS: Superhero violence probably
Hold on, didn't this month's swear-in already happen? It sure did, but the media swarming the steps of the Heropa Convention Center is even more vast and frenzied than a couple weeks ago. After all, swear-ins happen every month, but at least until next year, there's only going to be one
The actual presentation will take place in a large ballroom with a raised stage on top. Upon the stage is a podium, an electric Edison vehicle (complete with life-sized, autographed cardboard cutout of Melon Husk in the passenger seat) and a large novelty check for one million dollars(!!!) Who will win these fabulous prizes, which also include the difficult-to-physically present all-expenses paid trip and national platform for a personal charity or cause? Let's find out!
...after a few lengthy speeches. After a slight delay (all the better to drive up anticipation!) Melon Husk takes the stage to deliver some remarks on imPorts: what they mean to today's America, how they have affected culture, and how their vast breadth of backgrounds and experiences has inspired the geniuses of tomorrow, ahem. With this segue, he talks up award coalition head and Rainforest Inc. CEO Beff Jezos in his introduction, getting the applause started himself as he steps back from the podium.
Beff himself gives Melon a brief nod as he offers his own prepared remarks, which center largely around sincere gratitude for the ImPorts and all they do and his hope that they'll continue to play a big part in the future. As his speech comes to a close, he pulls out a thick envelope and tears it open. It's time.
"The view from the top is great. I should know," Beff says. "And now let me introduce you to America's Top ImPort....Joseph Kavinsky!"
The crowd goes wild! Confetti falls from the ceiling as the winner is ushered to the stage to deliver a few remarks of their own. Hope you prepared some remarks, hero!
The next hour or so of the awards ceremony is similar to the party portion of a swear in — free food, drinks and the adulation of attendees who managed to gain admittance. The winning imPort as well as others in attendance can expect to be near-constantly pulled aside by news outlets for brief interviews regarding their thoughts on the award, their heroic career, and the latest hot goss (do you think the winner deserves this illustrious honor? Should YOU have won? Spill!)
But the show isn't over. Without fanfare, Beff re-takes the stage, tapping the microphone to get everyone's attention before immediately launching into another impromptu speech. He thanks attendees for coming; thanks award sponsors for contributing; and thanks imPorts themselves.
"Sincerely, I thank you," he says. "Because now I'll get to go home."
There's a brief whirring sounds before the convention center erupts into chaos as all robot doubles that haven't been destroyed (as well as some semi-horrifying, half-completed new ones) burst through the skylights. Looking more determined than ever, they attack both imPorts and locals without discrimination. In the tumult, Beff seems to disappear.
Heroes on site (as well as those who hurry to the convention center after panicked alerts go out) have quite a crisis on their hands. The robot doubles are numerous and aggressive, and similarly to the themed criminals that have recently plagued imPort cities, they seem to exploit the weaknesses of known imPort abilities — although with varying degrees of success. Despite this, when they gain the advantage in the fight, they seem to start pulling their punches. It's as though they want imPorts to use their powers more than they want to win.
Despite the superior numbers, imPorts have begun to turn to the tide when a large mecha crashes through the wall. Over a story tall, apparently partly constructed from Edison cars and piloted by Beff Jezos in a semi-transparent cockpit, it quickly begins to make a real melee mess of things. While the mecha is equipped with a few medium-damage lasers atop its shoulders, it's mainly focused on smashing the absolute crap of everything around it — and it's good at what he does, thanks to its heavily reinforced armor. It'll take some work to take this behemoth down.
[OOC: It's a team effort, but want to be the one to make the final blow? Click HERE! We will RNG in approximately 24 hours.]
The convention center is the last place anyone would expect a mighty battle to take place, but eventually, Beff's mecha falls and he's dragged out of the cockpit looking somewhat worse for wear. "You think you've won," he hisses through a fat lip. "But it's too late. I don't belong here, and everything you've done today — you're sending me home!"
What on Earth..? Before any heroes can interrogate him, Beff is whisked away by the Heropa police. Congrats, heroes, you've won the day again! Er, maybe sift through the rubble to see if any free drinks are still available?
WHERE: Heropa Convention Center
WHEN: August 30th
WHAT: America's
WARNINGS: Superhero violence probably
Hold on, didn't this month's swear-in already happen? It sure did, but the media swarming the steps of the Heropa Convention Center is even more vast and frenzied than a couple weeks ago. After all, swear-ins happen every month, but at least until next year, there's only going to be one
AMERICA'S NEXT
top imPort..!!
The actual presentation will take place in a large ballroom with a raised stage on top. Upon the stage is a podium, an electric Edison vehicle (complete with life-sized, autographed cardboard cutout of Melon Husk in the passenger seat) and a large novelty check for one million dollars(!!!) Who will win these fabulous prizes, which also include the difficult-to-physically present all-expenses paid trip and national platform for a personal charity or cause? Let's find out!
...after a few lengthy speeches. After a slight delay (all the better to drive up anticipation!) Melon Husk takes the stage to deliver some remarks on imPorts: what they mean to today's America, how they have affected culture, and how their vast breadth of backgrounds and experiences has inspired the geniuses of tomorrow, ahem. With this segue, he talks up award coalition head and Rainforest Inc. CEO Beff Jezos in his introduction, getting the applause started himself as he steps back from the podium.
Beff himself gives Melon a brief nod as he offers his own prepared remarks, which center largely around sincere gratitude for the ImPorts and all they do and his hope that they'll continue to play a big part in the future. As his speech comes to a close, he pulls out a thick envelope and tears it open. It's time.
"The view from the top is great. I should know," Beff says. "And now let me introduce you to America's Top ImPort....Joseph Kavinsky!"
The crowd goes wild! Confetti falls from the ceiling as the winner is ushered to the stage to deliver a few remarks of their own. Hope you prepared some remarks, hero!
The next hour or so of the awards ceremony is similar to the party portion of a swear in — free food, drinks and the adulation of attendees who managed to gain admittance. The winning imPort as well as others in attendance can expect to be near-constantly pulled aside by news outlets for brief interviews regarding their thoughts on the award, their heroic career, and the latest hot goss (do you think the winner deserves this illustrious honor? Should YOU have won? Spill!)
But the show isn't over. Without fanfare, Beff re-takes the stage, tapping the microphone to get everyone's attention before immediately launching into another impromptu speech. He thanks attendees for coming; thanks award sponsors for contributing; and thanks imPorts themselves.
"Sincerely, I thank you," he says. "Because now I'll get to go home."
There's a brief whirring sounds before the convention center erupts into chaos as all robot doubles that haven't been destroyed (as well as some semi-horrifying, half-completed new ones) burst through the skylights. Looking more determined than ever, they attack both imPorts and locals without discrimination. In the tumult, Beff seems to disappear.
Heroes on site (as well as those who hurry to the convention center after panicked alerts go out) have quite a crisis on their hands. The robot doubles are numerous and aggressive, and similarly to the themed criminals that have recently plagued imPort cities, they seem to exploit the weaknesses of known imPort abilities — although with varying degrees of success. Despite this, when they gain the advantage in the fight, they seem to start pulling their punches. It's as though they want imPorts to use their powers more than they want to win.
Despite the superior numbers, imPorts have begun to turn to the tide when a large mecha crashes through the wall. Over a story tall, apparently partly constructed from Edison cars and piloted by Beff Jezos in a semi-transparent cockpit, it quickly begins to make a real melee mess of things. While the mecha is equipped with a few medium-damage lasers atop its shoulders, it's mainly focused on smashing the absolute crap of everything around it — and it's good at what he does, thanks to its heavily reinforced armor. It'll take some work to take this behemoth down.
[OOC: It's a team effort, but want to be the one to make the final blow? Click HERE! We will RNG in approximately 24 hours.]
The convention center is the last place anyone would expect a mighty battle to take place, but eventually, Beff's mecha falls and he's dragged out of the cockpit looking somewhat worse for wear. "You think you've won," he hisses through a fat lip. "But it's too late. I don't belong here, and everything you've done today — you're sending me home!"
What on Earth..? Before any heroes can interrogate him, Beff is whisked away by the Heropa police. Congrats, heroes, you've won the day again! Er, maybe sift through the rubble to see if any free drinks are still available?
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If he'd asked, I'd have asked to get the touch-based psychomimetry inhibited just so I could touch people more, but this has its uses. Like clothes without draining on my psychic shields.
[When? Josh, when did you think? And did you miss Kavinsky mentioning David's ass on live TV? They're a fucking trending ship-tag and he doesn't like it.]
Would you like help with doctoring people up first? I can borrow some additional medical knowledge from you if needed.
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[ why no david he's doing his very best not to think about either of your asses, thanks.
he glances out over the assorted injured, pursing his lips thoughtfully. ]
I think I can handle it. I've got the healing field now so I should be able to take care of most of the minor stuff, and my energy pool is a lot bigger now... If I pass out you might need to carry me home, though. Or, uh, I guess Kavinsky could teleport us.
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[He now wears a suppression band on both wrists after all. His and Damian's. It will get him through some time.]
Yeah, we'll go with the carrying. Kav's 'porting just... unnerves me.
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Honestly, I'd rather him than Vanisher. [ he rolls his shoulder and snaps his finger, immediately projecting his healing field. his eyes drift shut as he tries to extend his senses out to feel where the worst of the injuries are. ]
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Telford Porter? Yeah, I guess. But... I don't know. It felt awkward when he teleported me for the first time.
[He quiets down as he watches the guy close his eyes. Don't interrupt the magic, he knows it.]
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There.
[ alright, leading the way towards some injured civilians, putting on a brilliant smile and adopting his best everything is going to be okay voice as he strikes up some casual conversation. Help him get the rubble off buddy. ]
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Time to get Archimedes on this mess.
[God, what a nerd. How does he ever get laid?]
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[ but alright he gets what you're putting down. he cracks his knuckles and sets to work, focusing on healing the poor trapped victim so they can get out the second this is off of them. ]
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[He is careful to place the pole in a position that his levering should lift the stone without crushing the poor person's leg further. But... well, he has to look to Josh.]
Keep the pain in the leg minimized if you can.
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[ he glances at the trapped person, flashing them a thumbs up. He's feeling no pain and - honestly kind of in shock, rambling about how amazing it is that Prodigy and Elixir have come to his rescue. ]
How you holding up buddy? [ he addresses the guy and kneels down, ignoring the mangled wreck of the leg and reaches up to try to help David get the weight off of it while he tries to tug it free. ] You want some autographs? I'm pretty sure we can swing you some autographs.
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How did I know you were going to offer autographs? I brought paper.
[David is so practical.]
cw slight gore
[ he's only half joking. That leg is a fucking mess - but nobody needs to know that but him. He gets it out and free, and it's perfectly patched up by the time its in eyesight.
Of course the guy thinks he's just really lucky. But the sheer amount of blood and chunks of bone fragment still under there say a different story. ]
Good as new.
Re: cw slight gore
[He's teasing of course. As for David, he suspects how bad the leg had been. But his goal right now is just to smile and distract the person so they don't look and see the blood there.]
If you're nice and compliment him, golden boy here will sign something for you.
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and he gushes compliments. over them both. david's so smart and worldly and josh is down to earth and a great doctor and on and on and on.
josh helps them to their feet. ]
Alright, alright. I think you're good. How about we sent you off with some autographs and a selfie? [ just keep riding that celebrity high and don't focus on how close you came to death kiddo. ]
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Uh, yeah, thanks. Let me get the paper.
[Oh god, Josh. Help him. He moves to get his papers and grabs a marker. He signs one quickly and then hands it over to Josh to sign.]
Selfie is okay. But you've got to promise not to touch me, right?
[And once agreements are received David starts to stand behind the person with Josh. Come on, mug at a camera with him.]
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probably freak out later. ]
Well, that went smooth.
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[He returns to his back and looks to Josh, smiling at him.]
You've grown so much, Josh. I'm proud of you.
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Yeah, well... you should be proud of you. I wouldn't be half the man I am today if you hadn't been in my life.
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[He tries not to look too pleased by the comment.]
Come on, let's find more people to help.
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[ time to go rummaging around rubble for the wounded, healing as he goes. ]