TEST DRIVE MEME

[letsgolegion]

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

Comments

[prettycoolguy]

The Chief was slowly cruising the reception for just this kind of situation. It was enough to wear on anybody's nerves, especially if they'd never been shoved into a fancy party to pretend at playing nice with a bunch of strangers from another reality. He'd done it, and hated it enough to know to keep an eye out. The other reality had just never been this literal before.

"Excuse me." The Chief moved into the conversation with surprising ease for a man his size. "I need to borrow your friend here," he told the gaggle of aliens Hiccup had attracted. "Legion business."

He wasn't good at the maneuvering people expected at something like this, but he was good at sounding serious and formidable enough to get some tone-deaf socialites to back off.

[wherenoonegoes]

"Thank you so much. I think if was stuck in that mess any longer I was going to fall back on Viking diplomacy, The peaceful version, not the one that involves axes."

Hiccup, thankfully, was not the type of Viking who decided weapons had to be a part of every conversation.

"Of course, the peaceful response to being insulted like that is insulting them, their parents, their grandparents, going back seven generations. So it's sort of like the verbal equivalent of an axe. Either way I don't think I'd be invited back."

[prettycoolguy]

"In that case, I'm glad I could step in," the Chief replied. He was just glad he wouldn't have to hold Hiccup back from a fight, at least he didn't seem the type to dive back in.

"If it helps you, they think I'm a primitive. And we have a couple thousand years on any vikings, where I'm from."

The natives' snideness and the knowledge of how many people had died to steal the technology in his suit did not sit well together.

"We're not going to impress these people until we've done something."

[wherenoonegoes]

"That reminds me. The you having a couple thousand years on Vikings thing, I mean. Your armor, what's it made out of? I mean, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to," Hiccup had noticed over the past week that the Chief seemed even tighter-lipped than the most taciturn Viking, "but I was an apprentice blacksmith, and I've never seen any metal like it. Though, that's not really saying much. We barely have access to steel, and that's only on accident. We call it Gronckle iron back home."