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maskormenacelogs2017-02-10 07:30 am
maskormods) wrote in maskormenacelogs2017-02-10 07:30 am
Entry tags:
- !event log,
- abigail hobbs | n/a,
- harleen quinzel | harley quinn,
- kang | n/a,
- laurie collins | wallflower,
- ronan lynch | greywaren,
- † alfie solomons | n/a,
- † barnaby brooks jr. | n/a,
- † frederick chilton | chief of staff!!,
- † gwen wynne-york | n/a,
- † han solo | n/a,
- † hazel lockwood | n/a,
- † hunk | the yellow paladin,
- † jack | n/a,
- † jeff winger | wingman,
- † jon snow | lord snow,
- † jonathan joestar | n/a,
- † jorah mormont | jorah the andal,
- † josuke higashikata | crazy diamond,
- † julian day | calendar man,
- † marian hawke | andraste's mabari,
- † percival graves | n/a,
- † rincewind | n/a,
- † sam merlotte | n/a,
- † sansa stark | little bird,
- † seymour guado | sin,
- † skeets | n/a,
- † taako | n/a,
- † ted kord | blue beetle ii,
- † tyrion lannister | n/a,
- † vivi ornitier | n/a
keep her cased in honeycomb;
WHO: ImPorts!
WHERE: Congaree National Park, South Carolina
WHEN: February 10th, 2017 from 3PM to 10PM.
WHAT: The February Swearing In, featuring our newest imPorts! Remember to commit yourself here.
WARNINGS: Please put any applicable warnings on the subject line of your comment threads.
Come afternoon, it's a sunny day with a brisk breeze, although the trees still the air before it can chill you. This Swearing In is held in a meadow clearing surrounded by the hardwood forests of the Congaree National Park system -- located in South Carolina. As you walk over smooth stones that set a path to the clearing, you'll see seven gazebos fitted into the space, and floating golden orbs that light the pathways between them once darkness falls. There is a distinct fairytale feel to the environment: captivating yet with a hint of menace, much like love itself.
Because that is what this Swear In's all about. Love.
Five of the gazebos are strewn with woven yellow jasmine all along their exteriors. These are the food and drink shelters, intended to encourage bright conversations with warm hors d'oeuvres served in golden leaf-like cups. The sixth gazebo houses the sponsor of this event, a perfume company called Heaven Scent. If you make your way into this one, you will see exotic glass bottles and vials in all colors and shapes stocked floor to ceiling. It looks like a spread palette, with nearly every conceivable hue accounted for. If you stay to give a look around, you will be greeted by a fit man named Steve. He will offer you a personalized scent, literally made ideal for you because it would be based on your DNA -- all he needs is a mouth swab of your cheek. You can even pick which cheek, left or right.
Steve will not humor any cheeky jokes beyond that. He tells you that results would come in four to six weeks, and Heaven Scent would mail you your product, free of charge. In the meanwhile, won't you browse the selection stock here? You can borrow a bottle of any perfume to spray your friends with; would they they Morning Mist At Mount Everest? Or The Relief Of Solitude After An Intensive Social Event? Perhaps they would fancy Born On The Moon? You can have a little fun with it, imPort.
Music trickles into your ears as the string quartet outside begins playing love songs. The stars above twinkle to the sounds, the air feels electric with possibility. By evening, this has turned into a forest cotillion.
The seventh gazebo is special. You walk in and are immediately greeted by a metallic, melodic voice. This voice appears to be coming from the silver torso of a human-like artificial intelligence; it is shaped like a man, except he is utterly hairless and unclothed. From his hips downwards, he just out of what appears to be a marbled, Doric column. He introduces himself to you as "Cupid", and his eyes are a copper wire brown that do not blink, not even once. He invites you to whisper into his ear. He instructs you of the following:
1) Say something nice about another imPort. Share your love or admiration for them. If you are new, this will endear you to your peers. If you whisper a loving compliment to a new imPort, you will make them feel welcomed.
2) Cupid promises you anonymity.
3) He will deliver your message to the recipient's communicator for you.
He smiles at you, and tilts his head, offering his ear. Now is your chance to spread a little love.
At nearly 10PM, you hear a low, thunderous crash. An attack?! A resurgence of metahumans? The Soviets -- oh, no. No, the Heaven Scent gazebo has suffered a terrible blow, and nearly all their product floods the air. You smell it, a warped potion of what would have been pleasant scents, individually. You cannot escape it, that stench is everywhere. And you don't feel the electricity in the air anymore, no, if fact your head starts to feel pretty...
... Strange.
WHERE: Congaree National Park, South Carolina
WHEN: February 10th, 2017 from 3PM to 10PM.
WHAT: The February Swearing In, featuring our newest imPorts! Remember to commit yourself here.
WARNINGS: Please put any applicable warnings on the subject line of your comment threads.
Come afternoon, it's a sunny day with a brisk breeze, although the trees still the air before it can chill you. This Swearing In is held in a meadow clearing surrounded by the hardwood forests of the Congaree National Park system -- located in South Carolina. As you walk over smooth stones that set a path to the clearing, you'll see seven gazebos fitted into the space, and floating golden orbs that light the pathways between them once darkness falls. There is a distinct fairytale feel to the environment: captivating yet with a hint of menace, much like love itself.
Because that is what this Swear In's all about. Love.
Five of the gazebos are strewn with woven yellow jasmine all along their exteriors. These are the food and drink shelters, intended to encourage bright conversations with warm hors d'oeuvres served in golden leaf-like cups. The sixth gazebo houses the sponsor of this event, a perfume company called Heaven Scent. If you make your way into this one, you will see exotic glass bottles and vials in all colors and shapes stocked floor to ceiling. It looks like a spread palette, with nearly every conceivable hue accounted for. If you stay to give a look around, you will be greeted by a fit man named Steve. He will offer you a personalized scent, literally made ideal for you because it would be based on your DNA -- all he needs is a mouth swab of your cheek. You can even pick which cheek, left or right.
Steve will not humor any cheeky jokes beyond that. He tells you that results would come in four to six weeks, and Heaven Scent would mail you your product, free of charge. In the meanwhile, won't you browse the selection stock here? You can borrow a bottle of any perfume to spray your friends with; would they they Morning Mist At Mount Everest? Or The Relief Of Solitude After An Intensive Social Event? Perhaps they would fancy Born On The Moon? You can have a little fun with it, imPort.
Music trickles into your ears as the string quartet outside begins playing love songs. The stars above twinkle to the sounds, the air feels electric with possibility. By evening, this has turned into a forest cotillion.
The seventh gazebo is special. You walk in and are immediately greeted by a metallic, melodic voice. This voice appears to be coming from the silver torso of a human-like artificial intelligence; it is shaped like a man, except he is utterly hairless and unclothed. From his hips downwards, he just out of what appears to be a marbled, Doric column. He introduces himself to you as "Cupid", and his eyes are a copper wire brown that do not blink, not even once. He invites you to whisper into his ear. He instructs you of the following:
1) Say something nice about another imPort. Share your love or admiration for them. If you are new, this will endear you to your peers. If you whisper a loving compliment to a new imPort, you will make them feel welcomed.
2) Cupid promises you anonymity.
3) He will deliver your message to the recipient's communicator for you.
He smiles at you, and tilts his head, offering his ear. Now is your chance to spread a little love.
At nearly 10PM, you hear a low, thunderous crash. An attack?! A resurgence of metahumans? The Soviets -- oh, no. No, the Heaven Scent gazebo has suffered a terrible blow, and nearly all their product floods the air. You smell it, a warped potion of what would have been pleasant scents, individually. You cannot escape it, that stench is everywhere. And you don't feel the electricity in the air anymore, no, if fact your head starts to feel pretty...
... Strange.