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maskormenacelogs2015-10-08 07:15 pm
cicatrize) wrote in maskormenacelogs2015-10-08 07:15 pm
[OPEN]
WHO: Jack Benjamin and YOU!
WHERE: Around Maurtia Falls and Heropa
WHEN: Month of October
WHAT: Shopping, snooping around government buildings, beach, and a general catch-all for any other meet ups people want to do. Also using it as a catch-all yolo.
WARNINGS: Language? That's about it.
[A] MAURTIA FALLS; EXPLORATION/SHOPPING
[ Maurtia Falls, Jack decides, is honest in a way that he likes. Not like Shiloh, that wants to think having God's Chosen resided in their tax dollar rich palace makes the rest of the city as shining and flawless as the concept of divine favor is, and ignores all that goes on in the shadows and behind closed doors. Just leeching. He doesn't stick out as an imPort, but a few manage to catch it. A few that, after seeing the casual shrug Jack had shot them and their obviously shady dealings, decided to smile and toss him a wink in appreciation for minding his own damn business. Aw. What congenial people. Jack can be found wandering the streets, mostly minding himself, stepping into shops, blowing the stipend he'd been issued from the government upon entry on shiny things, but maybe also exploring that underground side of things.
It's a part of city life he could never really get too close to at home - not like this, without a hood pulled up or a car with dark tinted windows and the cover of deep night. He's curious. Just curious. For now. ]
[B] HEROPA; SNOOPING IN GOVERNMENT BUILDINGS/LIBRARY
[ okay so first of all - who the shit is the president of the united states and when the fuck did nations become coorporations? that's what you get presidents from, right? heads of cooporations? CEOs? since when did capitalism slam it's way through to the top of government and who allowed it?
someone like william cross, probably. so, honestly, it isn't that surprising. jack, being from a world that hasn't even breathed the word 'democracy', yet held most of the modernizations in culture and economics as this one, is spending a lot of his time in both the library at heropa and the actual government buildings he can use his 'assistant for imPort public relations' pass to get into. he can be found searching around for materials to catch himself up on his new sovereign's way of ruling, or perhaps at whatever central help desk he can find at either place, giving a coy tilt of his head and spark of charm to the man or woman trying to assist him. ]
What, no pamphlets, cute little fact cards? Democracy For Dummies? [ which is fucking insulting but a large part of what too up the nonfiction informative section of the collection. jack sighs, and mutters lower, as he glances out towards the building at large, turning his head away from the man/woman at the help desk. ] Democracy for Monarchs?
[C] HEROPA; BEACH YO
[ and, of course, jack's not going his first week on vacation without hitting the ridiculously lovely beaches on the Florida coast. that's just criminal. shiloh was always so grey and dull and cold half the year, and heading to the beach at all, as crown prince to the globe's most influential nation, meant a few million cameras in his face.
here, all it means is the occasional passerby blocking his sun, and probably some sunburns (have you seen him? he is pale as the moon ok). jack's not likely to be doing a whole hell of a lot on the beach - lying out, maybe reading, probably texting, probably drinking, definitely turning red on his shoulders and neck - but his imPort tattoo will be visible enough for anyone to spot, and any beach balls that come bouncing his way will be giving a casual swat back from whence they came, with a hand waved in dismissal at whatever apologies might follow them. splashing or sand getting kicked on his person, however, will be less kindly met. ]
[D] WILDCARD;
[[ idk, hit me, bros. if there was an idea you had that wouldn't fit into any of these, feel free to slap a prompt in the comments, or shoot me a pp at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
wuzzafuzzle, or a pm to this journal /o/
[[ooc; PS, Jack's powers include Charm Speak, so if I could get you guys to check out his permissions page for that, that'd be badass. Thanks! ]]
WHERE: Around Maurtia Falls and Heropa
WHEN: Month of October
WHAT: Shopping, snooping around government buildings, beach, and a general catch-all for any other meet ups people want to do. Also using it as a catch-all yolo.
WARNINGS: Language? That's about it.
[A] MAURTIA FALLS; EXPLORATION/SHOPPING
[ Maurtia Falls, Jack decides, is honest in a way that he likes. Not like Shiloh, that wants to think having God's Chosen resided in their tax dollar rich palace makes the rest of the city as shining and flawless as the concept of divine favor is, and ignores all that goes on in the shadows and behind closed doors. Just leeching. He doesn't stick out as an imPort, but a few manage to catch it. A few that, after seeing the casual shrug Jack had shot them and their obviously shady dealings, decided to smile and toss him a wink in appreciation for minding his own damn business. Aw. What congenial people. Jack can be found wandering the streets, mostly minding himself, stepping into shops, blowing the stipend he'd been issued from the government upon entry on shiny things, but maybe also exploring that underground side of things.
It's a part of city life he could never really get too close to at home - not like this, without a hood pulled up or a car with dark tinted windows and the cover of deep night. He's curious. Just curious. For now. ]
[B] HEROPA; SNOOPING IN GOVERNMENT BUILDINGS/LIBRARY
[ okay so first of all - who the shit is the president of the united states and when the fuck did nations become coorporations? that's what you get presidents from, right? heads of cooporations? CEOs? since when did capitalism slam it's way through to the top of government and who allowed it?
someone like william cross, probably. so, honestly, it isn't that surprising. jack, being from a world that hasn't even breathed the word 'democracy', yet held most of the modernizations in culture and economics as this one, is spending a lot of his time in both the library at heropa and the actual government buildings he can use his 'assistant for imPort public relations' pass to get into. he can be found searching around for materials to catch himself up on his new sovereign's way of ruling, or perhaps at whatever central help desk he can find at either place, giving a coy tilt of his head and spark of charm to the man or woman trying to assist him. ]
What, no pamphlets, cute little fact cards? Democracy For Dummies? [ which is fucking insulting but a large part of what too up the nonfiction informative section of the collection. jack sighs, and mutters lower, as he glances out towards the building at large, turning his head away from the man/woman at the help desk. ] Democracy for Monarchs?
[C] HEROPA; BEACH YO
[ and, of course, jack's not going his first week on vacation without hitting the ridiculously lovely beaches on the Florida coast. that's just criminal. shiloh was always so grey and dull and cold half the year, and heading to the beach at all, as crown prince to the globe's most influential nation, meant a few million cameras in his face.
here, all it means is the occasional passerby blocking his sun, and probably some sunburns (have you seen him? he is pale as the moon ok). jack's not likely to be doing a whole hell of a lot on the beach - lying out, maybe reading, probably texting, probably drinking, definitely turning red on his shoulders and neck - but his imPort tattoo will be visible enough for anyone to spot, and any beach balls that come bouncing his way will be giving a casual swat back from whence they came, with a hand waved in dismissal at whatever apologies might follow them. splashing or sand getting kicked on his person, however, will be less kindly met. ]
[D] WILDCARD;
[[ idk, hit me, bros. if there was an idea you had that wouldn't fit into any of these, feel free to slap a prompt in the comments, or shoot me a pp at
[[ooc; PS, Jack's powers include Charm Speak, so if I could get you guys to check out his permissions page for that, that'd be badass. Thanks! ]]
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Winry rolls her eyes at the display. Her dog's a flirt.]
It's my fault. I should've thrown th eball more toward the ocean.
[Boba whines at Winry's side but quietly. He wants to play, too.]
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oh. ball. throw the ball. yeah, okay, he can do that. picking it up, jack sits himself more straight from where he'd been lounging on the sand, and lobs it a good distance down the beach. ]
Really, I don't mind. What are their names?
[ and jack finds that he... actually doesn't mind. normally, he's wound so tight, the tiniest annoyance makes his temper flare, and this conversation would be made up of jack lying through his teeth while playing at pleasant. but this is a kind of life he didn't have back home. relaxing on a beach, chatting with strangers that are exactly that - strangers - and dogs running around in the sand. it's nice. ]
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[Winry beams, because she loves her dog, and her friend's dog, and she's pleased this young man didn't take offense when both she and Zoey made a mistake.]
The black and white one is Zoey. And she's coming back. [Fair warning, Zoey's fast, and she's barreling along the beach with her sandy, soggy ball in her mouth.]
This one [The multi-colored, half-grown puppy, obviously another Border Collie] is Boba. He's not as well-trained as Zoey.
[Winry gives Boba a scrub of his head.] Ahh...I mean, he doesn't obey me as well. He pays more attention to his owner.
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She's fast. Have you ever tried any kind of sport competition with her? [ like canine agility, that sort of thing. ]
He seems to be doing well for the moment. [ meaning Boba. ] I only ever worked with bomb dogs - the seemed almost like people in how well they were trained.
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I...I don't know what you mean. Like sheep herding? She could do that. This kind of dogs is all the farmers use back in my world use to herd their sheep. I almost grew up with these dogs there.
[Her smile is just a little crooked.]
Except my dog back home isn't a herd dog.
[Winry rubs Boba's head again. He's lolling his tongue, watching the ball Zoey has.] He's a good boy but he's not as trustworth as Zoey is for me.
[??]
Bomb dogs?