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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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He didn't know Chuck well, but then Adrien didn't know a lot of his fellow teammates all that well. While he glared (really it was just his default facial expression) he still exhaled a sigh and admitted. ]
That escalated quickly. [ It was actually kind of a 'thank you'? ] I swear though, I've been running into that damn attitude all night.
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The senior Legion members obviously didn't have very high opinions about politics.
"That still doesn't mean you should sink to their level," he admonished. "Yes, they are sprocking jerks, but you shouldn't let them get to you. They're politicians, they're paid to be socially maladjusted."
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It wasn't that he didn't understand what the senior Legionnaire was saying and it wasn't that he didn't appreciate the truth of Chuck's words. It was just the whole social niceties situation that didn't set right.
A safe distance from the (what had Chuck called him) nasshead in question, the doctor turned and looked out across the crowd, frowning.
"'Social' anything is maladjusted by it's very definition." Someone did not have a high opinion of parties. "Why in the hell were we dragged out to this in the first place?"