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legionclubhouse2015-12-05 11:17 pm
letsgolegion) wrote in legionclubhouse2015-12-05 11:17 pm
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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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"But how far back would it set us? Because I am seriously considering the benefits of forks. Or just leaving. Do you think I could leave? I could get out through that window..."
Considering that the window in question was well above either of their heads, most people probably wouldn't consider it as an exit strategy. But most people weren't the kind of thieves who hung from the outsides of buildings by their fingertips.
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"Look, there are many benefits to forks. Eating, removing bits you don't like, and the occasional use as a weapon in self defense. However-"
There is a dramatic motion to the well dressed throngs around them.
"-trying to escape them through stabbing with forks isn't necessary. Here, I can get us out of here. Just...be ready to at least look like you're catching me."
Verity gives out a sharp "ouch!" and stumbles, mimicking a twisted ankle. She looks to be leaning heavily against the other woman. There is a quick dismissive hand gesture to those who started to move to be helpful, and then a quick knowing smile to the other blond.
"And now that we have an exit strategy, some name swapping is in order. My name is Verity. What's yours?"
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Parker happily starts hauling the other woman -- Verity -- toward the door. She's not actually too heavy for Parker to pick up or anything, but she's wearing a skirt short enough that carrying her princess-style might be inappropriate. "We stole a heart back this way once. And no one got set on fire or crashed a plane or anything."
Which, admittedly, had been something of a disappointment.
"I'm Parker. I'm not good at parties unless I have something to do besides talking and eating small food."
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Well, that was a new one to hear. Not that she hasn't heard of heart-stealing before, but that Parker was so willing to share that. Still, the "help" out is nice.
Once they're out awaiting from the others, Verity wheels. Time for full researcher mode.
"So, are you human? You have a lot of physical power there. It's pretty rare for anyone to be that strong withou some genetict help. Add in the stabbing and the heart stealing, you're really pinging as not. Does the name 'Price' mean anything to you?"
Verity watches for a reaction. It may be rude to assume, but it's the future, right?
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Parker was pretty sure that you could terrorize someone with impunity if they stole hearts from children. Especially if they kidnap another kid in the process.
When Verity turns on her all questions and squinty research face, Parker takes half a step back and makes a squinty suspicious face of her own.
"I'm a thief," she answered. Nate would have let her know if there were non-human things for her to worry about back home. Or Eliot, Eliot would definitely let her know. "I've stolen from people with that name and on behalf of people with that name. Why?"
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"So...no, then. Wow, awkward for me then. So, Yeah. I'm Verity Price.. Have you ever watched Dance or Die? The dancing competition reality show? Not the one with the celebrities, the other one. I went on it and got second while being Valerie Pryor."
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Parker couldn't remember if she'd watched anything called Dance or Die when she'd been laid up with her busted knee. It was possible she had, she'd watched a lot of TV to keep from going absolutely bonkers until she'd been distracted by crime happening in her team's own brewpub. But Verity having an alias was much more interesting.
"Does it have to do with why you thought I wasn't human? And why you have knives?"
She'd been up close and personal with Verity, half-carrying her out of the party, she'd actually had to try not to pick them off her.
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"I'm a cryptozoologist. You know, the study of sasquatches and wendigo and the like? Where I'm from, they're real. And often hunted by a bunch of assholes known as the Order of Saint George."
Verity stops, then scoffs a bit.
"I'm probably sounding ridiculous, but here I am living in something I swear is out of my sisters comic books."
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At Verity's self-depreciating scoff, Parker throws her hands in the air. "I know, right? My hitter is going to be all--" she dropped her voice to something southern and gravely, " 'Dammit Parker, you don't just run off to fight aliens by yourself!' And then he's going to quiz me on the food until my hacker stops squeaking and starts demanding details about the future and pulling out his comic books to try and match it."
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There are some points that Verity is lost, but she can't help but picturing Artie, Annie, and Sarah doing much the same as the hacker. There's a smile on Verity's face before processing the rest.
"So, this hacker and...hitter you said? They're part of your team of criminals then?"
There is a distinct crossing of arms on Veritys part. Most people wouldn't be trained, but Verity is also noting the knife sheaths there. Better to have a means to defend herself in case this thief gets prickly. And fork-stabbingy.