Mask or Menace | MODERATORS (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
maskormods) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
maskormenacelogs2015-06-13 10:48 am
maskormods) wrote in maskormenacelogs2015-06-13 10:48 am
Entry tags:
- !event log,
- conner kent | superboy,
- harleen quinzel | harley quinn,
- kang | n/a,
- marceline abadeer | the vampire queen,
- n/a | the midnighter,
- roxas | the key of destiny,
- † agent maine | tank,
- † alistair krei | n/a,
- † anya borzakovskaya | n/a,
- † april ludgate | janet snakehole,
- † athos | n/a,
- † aunt cass | n/a,
- † barnaby brooks jr. | n/a,
- † beelzemon | n/a,
- † bela talbot | n/a,
- † benton fraser | n/a,
- † bucky barnes | winter soldier,
- † caesar zeppeli | n/a,
- † chrollo lucilfer | n/a,
- † clark kent | superman,
- † clary fray | shadowhunter,
- † conan edogawa | n/a,
- † crocodile | mr. 0,
- † cu chulainn | lancer,
- † d'artagnan | n/a,
- † danny fenton | danny phantom,
- † demona | dominique destine,
- † dick grayson | nightwing,
- † dipper pines | n/a,
- † dorian pavus | lucerni,
- † elsa brandt | the fabricator,
- † eridan ampora | prince of hope,
- † euphemia li britannia | n/a,
- † galatea | n/a,
- † garfield logan | beast boy,
- † gazelle | n/a,
- † glitch | n/a,
- † harry hart | galahad,
- † hayley marshall-kenner|andréa labonair,
- † heiji hattori | n/a,
- † hisoka the magician | n/a,
- † hub hikari | megaman.exe,
- † illumi zoldyck | gittarackur,
- † jacob taylor | the protector,
- † jennifer keller | n/a,
- † jimmy mcgill | saul goodman,
- † jo harvelle | n/a,
- † john watson | n/a,
- † joseph joestar | n/a,
- † josuke higashikata | crazy diamond,
- † kaidan alenko | sentinel,
- † kaito kuroba | kaitou kid,
- † karen starr | power girl,
- † kay faraday | great thief yatagarasu,
- † kaylee frye | n/a,
- † ken kaneki | one eyed king,
- † killua zoldyck | n/a,
- † kitty jones | n/a,
- † lapis lazuli | n/a,
- † m'gann m'orzz | miss martian,
- † mabel pines | n/a,
- † maria thorpe | n/a,
- † marian hawke | andraste's mabari,
- † matthew lin | abduxel,
- † max briest | sphinx,
- † melkor | n/a,
- † miles edgeworth | n/a,
- † miles morales | spider-man,
- † moses sandor | n/a,
- † motoko kusanagi | the major,
- † nagachika hideyoshi | fleetfoot,
- † normie osborn | n/a,
- † pakunoda | n/a,
- † ray kowalski | n/a,
- † reika aoki | cure beauty,
- † rhys | 10 million dollars,
- † richard castle | n/a,
- † riku | darkeater,
- † riza hawkeye | the hawk's eye,
- † robert callaghan | yokai,
- † roy mustang | the flame alchemist,
- † ryoji mochizuki | n/a,
- † sabriel | abhorsen,
- † sai | n/a,
- † sam winchester | n/a,
- † sarah manning | n/a,
- † sasha blouse | n/a,
- † shiro iori | n/a,
- † sora | destiny’s key,
- † stan pines | n/a,
- † tara markov | terra,
- † the iron bull | the iron dragon,
- † tiffany doggett | n/a,
- † tobias matthews | n/a,
- † toro raymond | n/a,
- † uvogin | n/a,
- † wally west | kid flash,
- † winry rockbell | n/a,
- † yang kangmo | n/a
LET'S GO SURFIN' NOW
WHO: YOU
WHERE: Heropa, Florida.
WHEN: Saturday June 13th, all day.
WHAT: A registration beach party with a bonus murder mystery game!
WARNINGS: None anticipated; please let us know if this should be edited.
PARTYING IT UP
As the imPorts flood into the entrance of this month's Swear-In, every imPort will pass by a large table with a welcome sign hung over top of it. Spread out on display are a huge pile of brochures, something that all new imPorts are heavily encouraged to read by the smiling woman manning the booth. From this point onwards, these brochures will be supplied both at Cape Carneval upon arrival, and available at every Swear-In, ready for imPort consumption.
Slap on plenty of sunscreen and put on your swimsuits, imPorts, because it's time for a good old fashioned beach party! While there are several food stations set up, they're all restricted to working with the grill, which means that there are plenty of hot dogs, hamburgers, kebabs, grilled corn and more to go around. It's messy eating, but if you need to clean yourself off, why not go for a little swim? The water's clean and clear, ready for anyone who wishes to while their time away splashing around.
Of course, there are always more competitive people afoot, and many may notice a handy buoy some ways from the shore as an excellent point to use for racing. For imPorts who are interested in a more organized affair, there are several courts set up for a spirited game of beach volleyball, battling against the city's own native population. ImPorts are asked to play fairly -- no powers allowed! Of course, some imPorts may try to sneak in a power or two, but wouldn't be much fun to cheat against people who have no way of retaliating, now would it? For those who enjoy their feats of daring, pits of red-hot coals are set up - and carefully supervised - for anyone who wishes to try their hand at it, though a medical tent isn't too far off. Once everyone's properly overheated from all that exercise, swimming races will be held, a faraway buoy serving as the finish line.
Not too interested in joining in on all of those people sweating and running around? Not to worry! Huge, white tents dot the generous expanse of beach, fully equipped with lounge chairs and tables for people to take their food to. Along the beach itself are several colourful, fluffy beach towels, just waiting for anyone hoping to get a nice tan out of the day.
Once the games start to wrap up and the sun begins to fall, the beach will be transformed into a place not for competition, but for camaraderie. Firepits will be set up, framed with logs used for seating, and all the ingredients for s'mores will be freely provided! Sit around the fire for a spell, make some s'mores, play a little music and tell a few stories before the day slowly draws to a close.
A BEACHSIDE MURDER MYSTERY
As 5 PM strikes, all participants in the murder games will be ushered away from the festivities on the beach into a somber looking tent, cordoned off from everyone else. Inside is a lavish enough spread to make one forget that they're still technically on the same grounds as a beach party. The long, intimidating looking table has a pristine white tablecloth draped over it, and each place at the table is set with expensive looking plates and cutlery, with the silver candelabras in the middle of the table setting the mood.
Each imPort will have been given their role in the whole affair before their arrival, so all that's left to do is take a seat, nibble on the hors d'oeuvres and start getting to know each other... and to hope that they're not the first ones killed. The prizes for winning include an all-expense-paid condo in the winner's Porter city of choice, as well as a brand new hovercar; should both killers win, they will be expected to share this prize. Should the voters win, more cars and up to three more condos will be added to the prize pool to be dispersed/shared evenly among the winners.
WHERE: Heropa, Florida.
WHEN: Saturday June 13th, all day.
WHAT: A registration beach party with a bonus murder mystery game!
WARNINGS: None anticipated; please let us know if this should be edited.
PARTYING IT UP
As the imPorts flood into the entrance of this month's Swear-In, every imPort will pass by a large table with a welcome sign hung over top of it. Spread out on display are a huge pile of brochures, something that all new imPorts are heavily encouraged to read by the smiling woman manning the booth. From this point onwards, these brochures will be supplied both at Cape Carneval upon arrival, and available at every Swear-In, ready for imPort consumption.
Slap on plenty of sunscreen and put on your swimsuits, imPorts, because it's time for a good old fashioned beach party! While there are several food stations set up, they're all restricted to working with the grill, which means that there are plenty of hot dogs, hamburgers, kebabs, grilled corn and more to go around. It's messy eating, but if you need to clean yourself off, why not go for a little swim? The water's clean and clear, ready for anyone who wishes to while their time away splashing around.
Of course, there are always more competitive people afoot, and many may notice a handy buoy some ways from the shore as an excellent point to use for racing. For imPorts who are interested in a more organized affair, there are several courts set up for a spirited game of beach volleyball, battling against the city's own native population. ImPorts are asked to play fairly -- no powers allowed! Of course, some imPorts may try to sneak in a power or two, but wouldn't be much fun to cheat against people who have no way of retaliating, now would it? For those who enjoy their feats of daring, pits of red-hot coals are set up - and carefully supervised - for anyone who wishes to try their hand at it, though a medical tent isn't too far off. Once everyone's properly overheated from all that exercise, swimming races will be held, a faraway buoy serving as the finish line.
Not too interested in joining in on all of those people sweating and running around? Not to worry! Huge, white tents dot the generous expanse of beach, fully equipped with lounge chairs and tables for people to take their food to. Along the beach itself are several colourful, fluffy beach towels, just waiting for anyone hoping to get a nice tan out of the day.
Once the games start to wrap up and the sun begins to fall, the beach will be transformed into a place not for competition, but for camaraderie. Firepits will be set up, framed with logs used for seating, and all the ingredients for s'mores will be freely provided! Sit around the fire for a spell, make some s'mores, play a little music and tell a few stories before the day slowly draws to a close.
A BEACHSIDE MURDER MYSTERY
As 5 PM strikes, all participants in the murder games will be ushered away from the festivities on the beach into a somber looking tent, cordoned off from everyone else. Inside is a lavish enough spread to make one forget that they're still technically on the same grounds as a beach party. The long, intimidating looking table has a pristine white tablecloth draped over it, and each place at the table is set with expensive looking plates and cutlery, with the silver candelabras in the middle of the table setting the mood.
Each imPort will have been given their role in the whole affair before their arrival, so all that's left to do is take a seat, nibble on the hors d'oeuvres and start getting to know each other... and to hope that they're not the first ones killed. The prizes for winning include an all-expense-paid condo in the winner's Porter city of choice, as well as a brand new hovercar; should both killers win, they will be expected to share this prize. Should the voters win, more cars and up to three more condos will be added to the prize pool to be dispersed/shared evenly among the winners.
no subject
[ But that's one big tangent looming on the horizon, so she'll just shrug and... hang on. She holds up a hand as a 'one moment' gesture, then goes under the water. She won't be down long, she's just retrieving something from the bottom, then she's splashing back up. ]
Ha. One that isn't broken! [ A sand dollar! The dead variety, thankfully. No urchins still attached. ] And in a world that lacks magic, I would not hold out the hope for new laws labelling magical items as arms of any sort. They don't know any better.
no subject
I'm not from Orleans. I'm from Lupiac, in Gascony. And I thought you didn't know it?!
[ She's a sorceress, an actual real and living sorceress. She clearly isn't from his own world.
Speaking of which. ]
And they are arms. Considering how much damage they did, or almost did. What is that thing?
[ He nods at the sand dollar. ] A shell?
no subject
[ That's right. The actual real and living sorceress knows how to use Google. Thank you, futuristic space friends. Anyway, googling aside, she grins and holds the sand dollar out to him. ]
Not exactly. It's a sea cookie. [ Still a sand dollar here, but that isn't exactly a word for money they have back home for her. ] They're some kind of sea urchin, but they leave these behind when they die off.
no subject
Do you eat it?
[ Because she called it a cookie. He looks very dubious, indicating that he hopes not. ]
I thought you could use them to hear the sea.
[ He holds it up to his ear, but of course hears nothing. ]
Those places are in France. And what's wrong with that, by the way?
no subject
[ Hawke laughs at him. Hawke laughs even harder when he holds it up to his ear, but she at least raises a hand to try and stifle it, turning away some. It doesn't help much, but the attempt was made! ]
It's just a kind of shell! One an animal used to live in! [ D'Artagnan, please. Okay, okay, laughter tapering off. ] And, no, nothing. Nothing's exactly wrong with France, only we have a country of people who sound very much like you do.
no subject
You know, I'll bet sailors make a killing from this sort of thing.
[ He flicks water at her. Is it obvious he's never been to a beach before? Because he's never been to a beach before. ]
Let me guess. Your people are at war with this country-that-sounds-like-France?
no subject
[ Well, he doesn't seem to be drowning needlessly, so no, not really. Anyway, she flicks water right back at him. ]
But you can keep it, if you want. [ There'll always be other ones. ] And no, not anymore. Orlais did brutally occupy Ferelden for some time, though, so you can imagine a lot of bad blood remains between them.
no subject
He shrugs, and keeps hold of the shell. ]
I can imagine. My people have had bad blood with the Spanish for some time now. It blossomed into war before I came here.
Is Ferelden your land?
no subject
no subject
[ But she had to move countries just because someone else invaded? He doesn't have it quite that bad. ]
What do you do there, what's your job?
no subject
[ BUT ENOUGH ABOUT HER, time to immediately turn the question back upon him. ]
What about you?
no subject
I'm Musketeer to the King, Louis the Thirteenth, of France. [ That would explain things to absolutely anyone from 1630 France. Which, in this world, is really just him and Athos, so he goes on: ] I'm one of his guards. Which involves tidying up a lot of other people's messes, too.
Are you a soldier?
[ And we're back on her. ]
no subject
Hawke comes back up and shakes her head to clear excess water from her hair, drops flying everywhere, and then... she ends up laughing anyway. ]
No, no, not a soldier. I really don't do anything at all anymore. Not the most fascinating answer, I know, but it's true.
no subject
I don't believe it, for a moment. You're too skilled to do nothing.
And why is what I do funny? I'm completely serious. [ He sounds it. He's too proud of having those duties of his for anything else. ]
no subject
[ At least not in the south, but explaining that part would require one long geopolitical lesson on magic. That isn't something you do while at a beach. ]
But I'm skilled because the other option is being dead. Or worse.
no subject
[ A problem he ran into once, when an innocent woman was accused. D'Artagnan, for his own part, hadn't believed in magic at all before he saw it with his own eyes. ]
Is that the problem, in your land? That people think it comes from evil?
no subject
[ Though the way her smile falls into a thin-lipped, neutral look, that no doubt says enough right there. But fine, if he wants to know so badly... ]
Yes, it is. There, that's the problem. I don't do anything anymore because I'm a villainous witch on the run from the Chantry.
[ Happy now, D'Artagnan? ]
no subject
She answers him instead, and he rolls his eyes. He kicks back a bit in the water to float on his back. Treading water gets exhausting after a while. ]
You're going to have to work harder than that if you want me to believe you're a villain. I've seen you fight, and you're anything but. People are stupid.
[ Everyone in her world is wrong, and he is right. He has no problem with this concept. ]
What's the Chantry?
no subject
If he wants an answer, he will have to come back to the beach, because she's turning to swim back. ]
no subject
Hey!
[ He gives chase, swimming after her until his feet find the sand again. ]
What did I say?!
no subject
[ Back on the beach, she turns to take a seat at the water's edge rather than continuing on, sprawled out in a way that she keeps herself propped up by the heels of her hands behind her, her legs stretched back out into the surf. All disregarding of how the sand sticks. It isn't a bother. What is was trying to enjoy herself while being questioned about the Chantry, of all things, and so here she is, out of the water. ]
You have religion where you're from, don't you?
no subject
Of course. France is a Catholic country. Christian. I don't know if that means anything to you.
no subject
[ She frowns a bit, then raises one hand to wave vaguely, as if to say, you know. ]
Whoever runs the entire Catholic thing.
no subject
The Vatican. Or the Pope. It depends - is the Chantry a person, or a body of people?
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)