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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?
ignore me if this is too old
[kavinsky's veritably glowing, in his own eerie neon way. he likes attention, even if he scorns it at the same time. he's too cool for school, but he definitely wants everyone to know it. ah, to be a twentysomething low-key psychopath.
he puts an arm around her, if she'll let him. cameras snap in the background.]
You decide on a hero name?
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Nah. I don't know if there's a point. They all know me as Abigail by now.
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[kavinsky puffs up. he's cheerful. why wouldn't he be? he's the nation's darling for at least the next five minutes.]
Maybe I ought to do this full-time.
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Absolutely. You've found your calling. You can dream up the most bad ass weapons and..a couple side kicks?
[She's not really sure if he can dream up people.]
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there's always more trauma.]
You could make my soundtrack. [he looks at her.] If you wanna keep the gigs you got now.
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Then stick to the weapons and other cool gear. We've got enough bad shit already.
[Abigail nods.]
Yeah, it's a good gig. I could make you really cool themes. One for when you're chasing bad guys, one for when you're being praised, and so on. You could come to one of my concerts and make the crowd go wild.
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--or there won't.]
Why do you like it? [he asks, suddenly.] When all these fucking nobodies like you. [he might as well be asking: why do i like it?]
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They're less likely to hurt me if they like me. That's the trick, get people to like you but not love you, at least not love in an obsessive way.
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You don't get bored? [he asks.] Telling yourself that all the time. [he flattens his hands in the air, making two levels out of them, empty space between. top and bottom.]
Wouldn't a little obsession be fun?
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[She stops herself from saying more. That's already so depressing and this should be a happy time for him.]
Sorry.