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maskormenacelogs2016-07-04 01:44 pm
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- conner kent | superboy,
- erik lehnsherr | magneto,
- fuu hououji | zephyr,
- harleen quinzel | harley quinn,
- jaime reyes | blue beetle,
- joseph kavinsky | n/a,
- kang | n/a,
- laurie collins | wallflower,
- n/a | the midnighter,
- tim drake | robin,
- wanda maximoff | scarlet witch,
- † aerith gainsborough | the ancient,
- † agent texas | n/a,
- † alberto reyes | n/a,
- † anastasya griffin | the necromancer,
- † angela ziegler | mercy,
- † aurican | what is a hero?,
- † bela talbot | n/a,
- † betty ross | n/a,
- † bruce banner | hulk,
- † carl grimes | n/a,
- † chloe price | butterfly,
- † clara oswald | n/a,
- † clark kent | superman,
- † commander shepard | blasto,
- † daryl dixon | the angel,
- † dean winchester | n/a,
- † dipper pines | n/a,
- † duv galeni | n/a,
- † edward elric | the fullmetal alchemist,
- † emmett brown | doc,
- † enid | n/a,
- † flynn scifo | n/a,
- † frisk | the human,
- † gabriel gray | sylar,
- † garrus vakarian | n/a,
- † haen hithiel | chatterbug,
- † hartley rathaway | the pied piper,
- † james jesse | the trickster,
- † jesse pinkman | diesel,
- † jimmy mcgill | saul goodman,
- † jo harvelle | n/a,
- † john watson | n/a,
- † jonathan joestar | n/a,
- † julian day | calendar man,
- † junpei iori | jun★p,
- † kaidan alenko | sentinel,
- † kanaya maryam-lalonde | psychopomp,
- † kaneda shotaro | n/a,
- † kara zor-el | supergirl,
- † karen starr | power girl,
- † kasumi goto | n/a,
- † keladry of mindelan | lady knight,
- † ken amada | n/a,
- † ken kaneki | one eyed king,
- † kitty jones | n/a,
- † komasan | the youkai king,
- † leonard snart | captain cold,
- † lexa | n/a,
- † lucy pevensie | the valiant,
- † m'gann m'orzz | miss martian,
- † mabel pines | n/a,
- † mark vorkosigan | peter michael kane,
- † marty mcfly | n/a,
- † matthew lynch | n/a,
- † maya fey | the pink princess,
- † mewtwo | n/a,
- † mick rory | heat wave,
- † mikleo | luzrov rulay,
- † miles vorkosigan | admiral naismith,
- † mitchell hundred | the great machine,
- † mr. gold | rumpelstiltskin,
- † nike lemercier | n/a,
- † normie osborn | n/a,
- † pablo arjona | n/a,
- † peggy carter | miss union jack,
- † peter parker | spider-man,
- † petyr baelish | littlefinger,
- † qubit | n/a,
- † raina | n/a,
- † rikki barnes | nomad,
- † riku replica | n/a,
- † riku | darkeater,
- † rincewind | n/a,
- † robert callaghan | yokai,
- † ruby lucas | red,
- † sabriel | abhorsen,
- † sam merlotte | n/a,
- † sasha blouse | n/a,
- † satya wallace | n/a,
- † sorey | shepherd,
- † stephanie brown | batgirl,
- † ted kord | blue beetle ii,
- † tej ghem estif arqua vorpatril | n/a,
- † the (twelfth) doctor | n/a,
- † the iron bull | the iron dragon,
- † tony stark | iron man,
- † winry rockbell | n/a,
- † yuichiro hyakuya | n/a,
- † yuri lowell | n/a
we hold these truths to be self-evident
WHO: Calendar Man, Joseph Kavinsky & YOU!
WHERE: De Chima Civil War Museum Gala, the streets of De Chima
WHEN: The Fourth of July!
WHAT: In Which There Is A Gala, Which Is Crashed, There Are Eagle Fireworks, Giant Uncle Sam, and the Declaration of Independence Is Almost Stolen
WARNINGS: Violence, injury, probably foul language, chaos, nigh-desecration of patriotic sensibilities, let me know if I should edit more in!
(( OOC: Please see this plot post! And if you're participating in any of the fights, you'll want to look at this follow-up too! Hit either of those up if you have any questions or issues, thank you! ))
THE GALA
The museum's gone all out for the exhibit, "240 years of America!", proud to be the host.
While there are American flags everywhere, the decoration is mostly tasteful but undoubtedly patriotic in nature. Everything seems to be a shade of red, white or blue.
A pair of smartly-dressed greeters at the lobby check tickets and coats, and for imPorts a flash of their tattoos in the dim light will get them through.
Once inside, the museum has a broad open floor-plan with large entrance-ways. Just past the lobby is the large main hall hosting the gala, the museum café with the open bar to the right, activities for the children or young at heart to the left, and the exhibit in the back.
The activities include presentations on American history, with actors in costume. There's also a whole row of costumes for dress-up and reenactment, from all sorts of time periods. There's even a museum-wide scavenger hunt you can get a list for from an attendant.
The main hall is split between a wide open space for dancing, and dozens of round tables with red white and blue flowers, and alternating table cloths in the same colours. The Café area has a buffet table, with a wide variety of cuisine, and some vegan and vegetarian options. And be sure to have a drink at the open bar.
There are quite a number of locals, those interested in history, local politicians, and of course, quite a few there for a chance to meet imPorts. Everyone is dressed to the nines, and be sure to appreciate all the fashions on display.
From 6-8 pm of the evening guests can relax, enjoy themselves, and partake of the festivities. They may even admire the artifacts on display, from all eras in American history, at least something from every war America has participated in, and many personal items of American presidents and other historical figures. The rest of the museum is open to those who came to gala, including quite a lot of important Civil War artifacts.
After eight, however, things get quite a bit messier.
THE FIREWORKS
There's quite a lot you can conceal in a suit jacket, if it's tailored just right, and nobody tailors like a dream thief. Nonetheless, laden with five rockets, his outfit does sit a little oddly on Kavinsky's frame, so he's grateful for the sweltering heat of summer. He carries his jacket over his arm, and leaves a greeter frowning at his rude reply. July the 4th is his favorite. It's a good day to be alive. Or you know. Not alive, whatever floats your boat.
Anyone who recognizes him immediately knows there's something strange about his presence here. He plays on his phone through a couple reenactments, and then sets off a proximity alarm to a handsome painting. He waves hello here or there. He has a bit to drink, is told he can't smoke.
And then at eight, he drops off his jacket and lights it on fire.
A waiter is the first casualty, running heroically toward the smoking garment with a fire extinguisher. When he's only five feet away, the whole thing suddenly bursts into light and heat and screaming noise. Five massive eagles, made of golden flame, erupt into the air. They immediately shoot apart from each other, shrieking, blowing over wineglasses, singeing paintings, and chasing patrons. They aren't the most dangerous thing this world has seen, but it is utter pandemonium for five minutes until they're spent.
CALENDAR MAN & UNCLE SAM
And after that, comes Calendar Man.
Julian Day has been looking forward to this for quite some time. On June 14th, Flag Day, he had even gone ahead and stolen the George Washington costume from the hit musical Franklin! for this purpose. With so many reenactors around, Julian easily slips inside during the chaos caused by his recruited fellow; just one of the actors, one dressed as George Washington.
Then he quietly starts stealing things. The alarms are already blaring by this point anyway. And just as the fireworks start to end, Calendar Man gets ready to summon his monster.
In the middle of the exhibit, visible to both those viewing the artifacts and those attending the gala, the rotting corpse of Uncle Sam seems to step out of the air itself, massive and terrifying. It's about 18 feet tall, and its top hat skims the ceiling, causing lights to fall and crash.
Julian takes that exact moment to smash the glass holding the Declaration of Independence and steal his final prize. His triumph achieved, Calendar Man calls to his creation, who lifts him from the ground.
Being raised up in the hands of his creation, Calendar Man raises his voice above the din, and cries: "Wishing you all a happy Fourth of July from Calendar Man, De Chima!"
Just so that everyone knows who's responsible.
The Uncle Sam joins in with booming laughter, oddly filtered as if it were speaking through a 60-year-old radio. Its voice, similarly eerie and echoed, is loud. "Stand and fight!"
The gala, already ruined after the fireworks, gets worse as the attendees panic, tripping over themselves to get out of the way. Soon the fight will start, and there’ll be plenty of people to rescue, structures to keep from collapsing, and artifacts to save.
WHERE: De Chima Civil War Museum Gala, the streets of De Chima
WHEN: The Fourth of July!
WHAT: In Which There Is A Gala, Which Is Crashed, There Are Eagle Fireworks, Giant Uncle Sam, and the Declaration of Independence Is Almost Stolen
WARNINGS: Violence, injury, probably foul language, chaos, nigh-desecration of patriotic sensibilities, let me know if I should edit more in!
(( OOC: Please see this plot post! And if you're participating in any of the fights, you'll want to look at this follow-up too! Hit either of those up if you have any questions or issues, thank you! ))
THE GALA
The museum's gone all out for the exhibit, "240 years of America!", proud to be the host.
While there are American flags everywhere, the decoration is mostly tasteful but undoubtedly patriotic in nature. Everything seems to be a shade of red, white or blue.
A pair of smartly-dressed greeters at the lobby check tickets and coats, and for imPorts a flash of their tattoos in the dim light will get them through.
Once inside, the museum has a broad open floor-plan with large entrance-ways. Just past the lobby is the large main hall hosting the gala, the museum café with the open bar to the right, activities for the children or young at heart to the left, and the exhibit in the back.
The activities include presentations on American history, with actors in costume. There's also a whole row of costumes for dress-up and reenactment, from all sorts of time periods. There's even a museum-wide scavenger hunt you can get a list for from an attendant.
The main hall is split between a wide open space for dancing, and dozens of round tables with red white and blue flowers, and alternating table cloths in the same colours. The Café area has a buffet table, with a wide variety of cuisine, and some vegan and vegetarian options. And be sure to have a drink at the open bar.
There are quite a number of locals, those interested in history, local politicians, and of course, quite a few there for a chance to meet imPorts. Everyone is dressed to the nines, and be sure to appreciate all the fashions on display.
From 6-8 pm of the evening guests can relax, enjoy themselves, and partake of the festivities. They may even admire the artifacts on display, from all eras in American history, at least something from every war America has participated in, and many personal items of American presidents and other historical figures. The rest of the museum is open to those who came to gala, including quite a lot of important Civil War artifacts.
After eight, however, things get quite a bit messier.
THE FIREWORKS
There's quite a lot you can conceal in a suit jacket, if it's tailored just right, and nobody tailors like a dream thief. Nonetheless, laden with five rockets, his outfit does sit a little oddly on Kavinsky's frame, so he's grateful for the sweltering heat of summer. He carries his jacket over his arm, and leaves a greeter frowning at his rude reply. July the 4th is his favorite. It's a good day to be alive. Or you know. Not alive, whatever floats your boat.
Anyone who recognizes him immediately knows there's something strange about his presence here. He plays on his phone through a couple reenactments, and then sets off a proximity alarm to a handsome painting. He waves hello here or there. He has a bit to drink, is told he can't smoke.
And then at eight, he drops off his jacket and lights it on fire.
A waiter is the first casualty, running heroically toward the smoking garment with a fire extinguisher. When he's only five feet away, the whole thing suddenly bursts into light and heat and screaming noise. Five massive eagles, made of golden flame, erupt into the air. They immediately shoot apart from each other, shrieking, blowing over wineglasses, singeing paintings, and chasing patrons. They aren't the most dangerous thing this world has seen, but it is utter pandemonium for five minutes until they're spent.
CALENDAR MAN & UNCLE SAM
And after that, comes Calendar Man.
Julian Day has been looking forward to this for quite some time. On June 14th, Flag Day, he had even gone ahead and stolen the George Washington costume from the hit musical Franklin! for this purpose. With so many reenactors around, Julian easily slips inside during the chaos caused by his recruited fellow; just one of the actors, one dressed as George Washington.
Then he quietly starts stealing things. The alarms are already blaring by this point anyway. And just as the fireworks start to end, Calendar Man gets ready to summon his monster.
In the middle of the exhibit, visible to both those viewing the artifacts and those attending the gala, the rotting corpse of Uncle Sam seems to step out of the air itself, massive and terrifying. It's about 18 feet tall, and its top hat skims the ceiling, causing lights to fall and crash.
Julian takes that exact moment to smash the glass holding the Declaration of Independence and steal his final prize. His triumph achieved, Calendar Man calls to his creation, who lifts him from the ground.
Being raised up in the hands of his creation, Calendar Man raises his voice above the din, and cries: "Wishing you all a happy Fourth of July from Calendar Man, De Chima!"
Just so that everyone knows who's responsible.
The Uncle Sam joins in with booming laughter, oddly filtered as if it were speaking through a 60-year-old radio. Its voice, similarly eerie and echoed, is loud. "Stand and fight!"
The gala, already ruined after the fireworks, gets worse as the attendees panic, tripping over themselves to get out of the way. Soon the fight will start, and there’ll be plenty of people to rescue, structures to keep from collapsing, and artifacts to save.
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"Not so much these days. It used to be fun but now it's just...it's a reminder.
Oh, I'm from Switzerland."
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Reminder quieted him, though. "Did something happen?" he asked somberly - but then, catching himself, he added, "I don't mean to pry."
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Angela smiles a little again and takes a sip from her glass.
"No, it's okay. I uh, I lost some friends not too long ago. Back home I mean. I tend to notice their absence even stronger during all the holidays."
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"I'm sorry for your loss," he says, meeting her eyes again. "Truly." And he's completely sincere in that. He's been there - he's still there now, even a year later. And I wish I could tell you it gets easier.
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"Thank you." And she clears her throat and finishes off her drink. She could see the pain in him and knew she wasn't the only one but she didn't want to simply ask him if that was why he looked so glum when she walked up to him.
"I suppose we just have to try and be positive and have some fun for those that can't be with us."
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Easier said than done, of course. Which is funny, because if you break it down any simpler, you end up with instructions for breathing. The thought makes him chuckle, but only once. Really, it's not as if he has a choice in the matter. Immer geradeaus. He has work to do.
He raises his glass in toast. "To old friends. And new."
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And then she smiles and raises her glass in response to the toast.
"To old friends and new."
Angela may have been feeling sad at her own losses but here in the present and in this new and different world, she had to admit that she was feeling happy and content for the most part, and that was mainly due to the people she had met.
She moved to put the glass down on the nearest table and held a hand out to Qubit.
"We should dance."
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Shaking hands was painful enough; it had taken him a lot of practice to reliably do it without flinching. Holding hands simply wasn't going to happen.
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"Alright, a top up then?" She asks as she waves a waiter over with a tray over drinks from a few tables over because even if he says no, she's going to accept free champagne.
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When the waiter was done topping them off, Qubit took a sip and set the glass on the table. "By the way, I don't know that I ever thanked you properly for your help a couple of weeks ago, did I?"
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She took a sip from her glass and looked thoughtful for a moment.
"I wonder if he's doing okay now."
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He leaned forward slightly, tenting his fingers. "Have you given any thought to working on a team here?"
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"To be honest, when I read my file, I didn't expect it to be like that. It looks, well it looks a lot like my staff."
A team? Angela wasn't a stranger to working on a team, she knew the dangers and she knew the rewards that could come from being in one. If she was to be completely honest, she hadn't given it a single thought. Too busy getting settled and trying to find other employment.
"Honestly? No. But if it sounded right then I wouldn't be against it."