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The Legion [Mods] ([personal profile] letsgolegion) wrote in [community profile] legionclubhouse2015-12-05 11:17 pm
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TEST DRIVE MEME

TEST DRIVE MEME




Pick a scenario!

Scenario A: The Legion has been invited to a fancy reception with the United Planets Council because various public officials and dignitaries want to meet with the new Legionnaires. Even the older Legionnaires don't want to go, but they've been told that if they bring the rookies they'll get some funding and resources to work on their project of getting the newbies home.

So everyone's put on their best color-changing dresses and self-tying ties and are getting to work rubbing elbows and trying to pretend they actually want to be there.

Naturally, while some of the dignitaries are polite and genuinely interested in the plight of the interdimensional refugees, many of the dignitaries are downright rude in various ways, either by making the rookies feel as if they'll never measure up to the old Legion (as if being brought into this world is some fault of theirs) or by being condescending when hearing about their comparatively "primitive" worlds. ("Oh, you still use fossil fuels there? How quaint!") Some like the green-skinned Coluans are outright hostile, telling the rookies that by helping the Legion, they're betraying organic life because of the Legion's support of Robotica.

A fun time is being had by all, naturally.

Okay, that's a lie, but at least the rookies have each other to talk to, right? And there's no dearth of weird future fashion to quietly make fun off.


Scenario B: The reception is under attack! A Xanthan terrorist group has busted in and plans on taking some of the dignitaries hostage in exchange for some of their number being released from prison.

"Nobody move and no one has to get hurt!" the leader cries out, his gun pointed at Madame President.

Unfortunately for them, the Legion got a last-minute invite to this little shindig. Time to team up with one of your teammates to kick some butt and practice those quips!


REMINDER:

There are only 30 player slots in the game. We do want to remind players of that at each step towards game opening, just so they're aware during the reserve/app process that these slots might fill fast. We've also moved the opening of reserves a day to make it more convenient for the mods. Here are the current dates for upcoming events:

RESERVES WILL OPEN ON: 12/20/15 @ 5PM EST/2PM PST/10PM GMT
APPS WILL OPEN ON: 12/26/15 @ 5PM EST/2PM PST/10PM GMT
GAME STARTS ON: 1/01/16
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[personal profile] googledox 2015-12-06 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
He was eating some type of condiment out of a bottle. Straight from a bottle.

And none of it was dripping through him.

The combination of both the gross lack of etiquette and the lack of dripping...whatever-it-was seemed to be quietly driving Brainy bananas. Sans was treated to the sight of Brainy opening his mouth as if to say something in annoyance, closing it, opening it again, closing it again, and then him doing a little jaw clench that made the veins at his temples throb.

Rather than saying something irritable, he instead drew in a deep breath through his nose and let it out again.

Okay, he was just going to let all that go --

"How?" exploded out of him. "How can you possibly have a sense of taste? You have no tongue or olfactory nerves, ergo a sense of gustation should be impossible. To have a sense of taste, you need tastes buds, as well as neurons and a central nervous system. So how does 'magic'--" quotey fingers "--bypass those biological necessities?"

He hated magic. So. So much.
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[personal profile] sir_vancelot 2015-12-06 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
And, sadly, it was probably not something that his own world would be able to compensate for, either. Unless it was something that the Nova Corps had sorted out themselves, but if they had, Rich would know. Though he wasn't entirely clear on if Rich had much access to Worldmind from here.

Vance snorted into his drink, then started looking around. "Woman in the red, woman in the...I'm not even sure what sort of color to call that fabric. The one with the design that looks like the Crab Nebula. The two guys over there are still eying you up. Oh, wait. Your back is to them." So Vance knew what they were eying. "But, then, so were the women when you were turned away from them, too."

He still grinned again. "She totally would. And I'd be glad to see her. Not sure how I'm supposed to keep you in line without help."
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[personal profile] nerdninja 2015-12-07 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
"I could even take a little condescension if it came from people who actually had anything to do with making these kinds of advances in the first place," he says wryly, looking up from the plate of hor d'oeuvres he's returned at least six of those nine times to contemplate again. (The presentation is...weird? Which doesn't mean the taste will be, to be fair, and it can't be as bad as Mikey's daily attempt at eggs, but -)

He turns to meet that handshake. "Donatello, nice to meet you."
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[personal profile] nerdninja 2015-12-07 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
It was definitely hard not to notice a guy that tall, when one barely broke five feet himself. That shadow had to be coming from somewhere.

And it was getting hard not to grin too much at the uncomfortable murmuring from the people around them, but he could at least make a token attempt to keep his amusement from getting too blatant. "If people in the twenty-first century can barely function when you take their cellphones away, I guess people are only going to take even more for granted this far down the line."

He might be a little guilty of that himself, at least in that he got way too fidgety when stuck in a place with no internet, no computers, and not much of anything, but that kind of thing just made him appreciate what was there all the more.
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[personal profile] iamresponding 2015-12-07 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
Rich was used to getting eyed up by people by now. You didn't go and save the universe and walk away without people thinking you at least had a nice butt, bare minimum. Also being six-foot-one and looking like he was sculpted rather than born didn't hurt.

That was in full effect here since no one knew his rep.

"I have no idea what color that is but I bet some hoity-toity fashion designer would call it 'blood orange' or something." He squinted. "You know, there are a lot of colors not meant for human retinas."

He went on, "And what, like I need keeping in line? You talk as if I'm going to jump head first into any trouble I find."
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[personal profile] sir_vancelot 2015-12-07 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Somehow, I don't think human retinas were on their minds when they created some of these outfits." As for being ogled? Vance was just glad he wore a cape, thanks.

"The last I heard, you were doing your best to save the universe pretty much entirely on your own." Vance raised an eyebrow at him.

[personal profile] stillshinigami 2015-12-07 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
"I dunno about that. Arrogant scientists aren't exactly somethin' I'm too fond of." Not to say that Professor G and the others were arrogant. They were twisted old fools, but they weren't arrogant about their achievements. If they were, that was a scenario Duo didn't really want to put much thought into.

Yeah dude, unless he can figure out what counts as a finger sandwich or cocktail sausages, he'll figure out what to eat later.

"Likewise." He replies, glancing over his shoulder briefly. "So what's your story? Can't say I've ever talked to a turtle before." In all honesty he's never actually seen an actual turtle before, even during his time on Earth he'd never seen one.
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[personal profile] iamresponding 2015-12-07 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
Boy, he was bitty. Rich had never imagined the ninja turtles would be bitty, but then anytime he'd imagined himself meeting them he'd been, like, ten. Ten-year-olds tended to imagine all their heroes as larger than life, and when you were ten, teenagers were basically just slightly-cooler adults.

Now he was twenty-nine and had fought in a war and teenagers were just kids in his eyes.

Since Donnie was one of Rich's childhood heroes, he wasn't the only one trying not to grin too much. Rich didn't want to draw attention to the whole 'You're fictional in my universe' business. He was pretty sure it was probably some kind of many-worlds theory 'everything has to be real somewhere, including universes where real people are fictional' thing, but that was still a surefire way to send someone sprawling head first into some kind of existential crisis, and he didn't want to be the cause of that. So he kept his trap shut.

On that subject, at least. He was perfectly comforting saying things to make the rude dignitaries uncomfortable.

"You know, in some of our worlds we still have surgeons, but apparently, the people here are so dependent on robot surgeons they don't even train that many actual people to do it anymore. Because I guess the power never goes out and tech never, ever goes down and there's never any risk at all it might." A pause. "Except for the times they fend off big alien invasions or what have you. And then it does. Y'know, they're reliable until that happens."

He was a man that liked to know the cosmic landscape and that meant he was slowly pouring his way through the Legion's case files and villain database, to see what challenges they'd faced before. Alien invasions and the total collapse of automated infrastructure had just been the icing on the cake, apparently.

Now the people they were speaking to were insulted enough to start leaving the conversation and Rich gave them a big grin as they went.

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[personal profile] stillshinigami 2015-12-07 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
It's not easy to ignore the condescending tone of voice, but he'd manage to dodge plenty of scrutiny coming his way by being amicable, but also being vague enough about the technology level of his world to coast on by. After all, space colonies were a known occurrence in this galaxy, whose to say his world's tech level wasn't similar to this one?

Until someone called his bluff.

"So what's the deal here? Drag us all here to take your frustrations out on us? What a joke."
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[personal profile] iamresponding 2015-12-07 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
Rich bit his lip.

"Yeah. I was, uh, I was doing that for a while."

And then he wasn't. Because...of things. That happened. Events. That involved the Abstracts and a giant Galactus Death Engine, and bubbling Lovecraftian horrors from between universes.

Because of things that happened in a dying pocket dimension involving a cosmic cube.

He still wasn't sure how to broach this subject. He reached his hand up to scratch his neck.

"So...so when you're from, Nita and my brother haven't come back to Earth from space yet, right? I mean, otherwise they would've told you how I was doing. Chris knew 'Nita was back and planned on telling you guys so I figure that's why you're not surprised about that..."

After Chris had been injured fighting the Cancerverse version of Quasar, Rich'd left him behind while he'd gone off to join everyone in space to face off against the monsters beyond the Fault. He figured Chris had passed word to the others about 'Nita so they knew the good news.

That meant it would've taken someone else telling them all he was dead. He could see Nita and Robbie staying up there for a while after he was gone, especially since Nita was supposed to be dead back home, and Robbie might have been trying to help the Novas get resettled somewhere or something.

Or just trying to avoid having to bring the news to his parents.
Edited (fixed continuity error) 2015-12-10 07:02 (UTC)
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[personal profile] ribticklers 2015-12-07 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Probably by being magic," Sans offers helpfully, before deciding to actually throw the poor guy a bone. Just a little one. It's not like magical biology was his specialty. He wiggles the ketchup bottle. "Monster food's made of magic, I'm made of magic. Soon as anyone eats it, it turns right into energy. You could say we're to-made-o for each other."

That one was pretty terrible--he's proud of himself.
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A

[personal profile] worthlesspride 2015-12-07 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
Oikawa Tooru might have come from a 'primitive time' he sure can fake it. He contributes this to all the science fiction movies, manga, and novels that he read. He's also able to flatter and bluff his way into making people treat him nicely. Act humble but excited to be part of the legion, give out genuine compliments, smile that smile that girls to fawn over him and come watch him play volleyball even if he didn't play for school's team.

Because of this, he's probably have a better time than most of his new Legion comrades. There are the few beings that due try to be rude at him and his new Legion Teammates, but he's able to cut them down with his sugar coated, razor tongue. He's not a nice person, but if you're his he'll have your back no questions asked.

"Perhaps you should join," he tells to one such rude guest who is currently questioning his intelligence because he's from the past. His tone is respectful, his eyes locked with the rude guest. "Show us how to fight against Sun Eaters in the like. We would surely benefit from your expertise."

It's obvious the guest in question has never fought in their life.
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Re: B

[personal profile] demon_on_wheels 2015-12-07 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
"I've been going by Mach Five. Superspeed, and I can throw a pretty mean punch." Or a lot of them in a very short space of time. Speed furrowed his brow, thinking. If Escudo was up for it, he might have just come up with a plan.

"Up for distracting them? If you can hold their attention, I can start rushing people out. That'll give everyone some room to let loose on those jerks."
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[personal profile] spanish_superhero 2015-12-07 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
"I can provide quite the distraction, but..."

He glances over at Madame President, who is still being held at gunpoint.

"I worry... what may happen to that lady? Are you fast enough to get her out of the way first?"
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[personal profile] worthlesspride 2015-12-07 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't worry about them," Oikawa says holding up a plate of fruit for Donatello. "If they can't be motivated to get off their butts to protect themselves, they aren't worth actual conversation."

That was what he was doing. Did he mind helping people? No. Well, okay, sometimes he did. But he usually hated those people. But this was different. This wasn't teaching an annoying brat volleyball- this was protecting people from danger. That was different. That he didn't mind doing.

"Just smile, nod, and say 'yes' and then they'll leave along. Oh, also compliment them a lot."
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[personal profile] wherenoonegoes 2015-12-07 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Y'know, it's funny, but that was exactly what I was trying not to do." He'd been about to do it anyways, of course, but apparently Hiccup had a slightly larger tolerance for insults than Zuko did. He'd had to, after fifteen years of being insulted by everyone he knew.

"Thanks though. Honestly, I was, like, 20 seconds away from suggesting that if she was as smart as she thought, she should try to design and build a mechanical tailfin for a dragon with her bare hands. That would've gone over well."
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Re: B

[personal profile] demon_on_wheels 2015-12-07 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
Speed bit the inside of his cheek, working it out in his head. The leader would probably fire as soon as he noticed the speedster was on the move. But Speed would have made his way a good distance across the floor by that point, and while he wasn't faster than a laser beam, he was willing to be he was faster than the Xanthan's reflexes. All Speed really needed to do was tackle the President down, after all.

Speed made a quick nod. "Yeah, I can do it."
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[personal profile] worthlesspride 2015-12-07 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
"I am," Oikawa said as he peeked over the table that had been thrown up as a shield.

He didn't have a good grasp on his new power yet, but he could make use of the skills he earned over the years playing volleyball. Okay, find the Xanthan that looks greener than the rest. There, but they were far away.

"What can you do?"
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[personal profile] caerme 2015-12-07 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Hah," She laughs out loud, a sharp and derisive sound. "I would take that bet if I didn't know for certain I'd be out whatever amount in the currency that's here." She's still trying to figure that out.

"So what do you think about all this?" She spreads her arms out at the crowd. "The 'heroes for the government' sort of business. This is probably the first time I've seen it quite like this."

Mercenaries are everywhere, even in her world. It was different with mercenaries, though. They were extensions of armies. Heroes? They were something... better wasn't quite right but it was close enough. Especially with their rules about not killing. They were more like parents. Maintaining law and order with a steady hand careful words. At least, that was the vibe she was getting.

Maybe it was all in her head, but this other guy seemed to be thinking more along the same lines as her so far.
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[personal profile] caerme 2015-12-07 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
"They probably wouldn't last two seconds against a ghoul, much less a Sun Eater. Whatever that is."

She's not nosy. She tells herself. Often. And it's the truth. But when she stumbles into something she is too curious and too out-spoken to really keep her mouth shut. And right now it looked like one of her fellow Legionnaires was getting it from one of their dignitaries.

So she's wandered her way into the conversation, clearly taking a supporting role as she stands behind Tooru to back him. "But please," She made a mockery of a low, Nilfgaardian bow. "Humble us with your knowledge."

Their guest was certainly looking less than pleased with the tone of the conversation, even more now that Tooru was no longer on his own.

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[personal profile] leverageintceo 2015-12-07 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
Parties are the worst. Especially parties where Parker has to make nice with people and not steal anything, even things that are all but begging to be stolen. It's all the annoying parts of grifting with none of the fun parts, and Hardison and Eliot aren't here to make it better.

"Excuse me," she says, having finally hit her limit on listening to the alien (aliens were apparently way more disappointing than science fiction had promised her) who had been talking at her, and vanished into the crowd, seizing the elbow of the first other person she recognized as a Legionnaire.

"How badly would it set us back if I stabbed someone with a fork?"
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[personal profile] caerme 2015-12-07 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Haven't got a clue who you're talking about," Ciri answers, watching one of the guests draw past in a dress that seems to fluctuate between pink and green. Who in any world thought those two girls mixed together?

Her eyes snap back to Vance and she flashes a grin. "But I'll try not to let you forget all the same.

Surviving the night, then?" She's been hiding out in corners most of the night herself to keep her tongue in check. She wasn't the best princess when she was little and though she had the knowledge, the qualities that had made her less than refined had only worsened with age. She could always polish them off again, but that would involve her wanting to do so.

She's rather just hang out along back and try to get to know her fellow Legionnaires.
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[personal profile] wherenoonegoes 2015-12-07 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
Diplomatic engagements where he was actually required to be polite to people, which was entirely the opposite of the Viking norm? It wasn't exactly his area of expertise. Violent women threatening to stab people, that he could handle.

"Fairly badly. And there's apparently a good chance it wouldn't actually do anything to them." Bizarre alien physiologies were in play here.
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Re: B

[personal profile] spanish_superhero 2015-12-07 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
Escudo braces himself so that he can run out and cover ground as quickly as possible when the time goes.

"Okay then, I'll be right behind you my friend, drawing as much fire as I can. In 3... 2..."
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[personal profile] spanish_superhero 2015-12-07 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
"If I concentrate, I can make anything I'm touching temporarily invulnerable and dampen energy... but I don't have much in the way of offensive power or speed."

He peers around the table at the president.

"I'm not worried about being shot... my powers will easily protect me. But we have to get the hostage out of harm's way first."

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