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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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"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."

"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.

Arrogant scientists...well. They might not always be the most pleasant types, but Harold was somehow tolerable despite his misanthropic tendencies, insistence that he was the smartest person in the room, and felonies against proper grammar. Maybe Donnie was inclined to go easy on him because he'd been one of the first (and only) friends outside of his family that he'd been able to make, or maybe it was just that the whole "helping to stop the Technodrome and save the world" thing proved Harold was pretty decent at heart, but...

Yeah, he couldn't deny that the guy was kind of a pain in the neck.

"Most people haven't, even where I'm from." Though in a place like this, probably best to clarify that - "New York, Earth, early twenty-first century. I'm a mutant, hence the...talking."

And the size (even if he was still kind of a shortie). And the ninja skills. And the everything.

New York, one of the places he never really got around to when he was on Earth, but it wasn't a pleasure trip anyway. Far as he knows at least one of the L2 Colonies drew architectural influence from the 'Big Apple'.

"Yeh'don't say?" He says, then chews on his own answer a minute, as he wasn't exactly clear on the exact date when the calendar changed from AD to AC.

"23rd century if I had to guess. We got another calendar system back home. It's After Colony 199."

Calendar changes usually meant huge world changes, and a calendar with a name like that gave a pretty big hint as to what, exactly, the changes must've entailed.

And doing the math in his own head, putting it to a change that wouldn't be that far off from his own time...

"What's the Colony it's after, then?"

...his science senses are tingling.

"After establishing the first space colony in Earth's orbit. That's what." So basically some substantial advancements in space technology.

See, already Donatello is better company than most of the dignitaries walking around this joint.

"I'm used to the living in space, nooot so much the interspecies diplomacy."

That was about the answer he was expecting, but it doesn't make the idea any less exciting.

"Self-sustaining? Or is it still dependent on supplies from the planet?" And wait, he said first - "How many are there now?"

"Hmm. More self sustaining than it used to be. Mostly outta necessity." Which would be getting into a few good juicy war stories if he continues on that track, with the Earth having suffered a massive blow from Operation Meteor.

"Oh man... A dozen I think. Five la grange points, Couple colonies each." And it was enough of a technological development that he could at least pose as a person from this time period.

"A dozen..."

He sounded suitably impressed, despite the fact that they were standing in a room in a dimension far beyond that. It was the 31st century here, everyone expected things to be light years ahead. But the idea of a dozen functional and mostly sustainable space colonies not so long after his own time...

That hit a lot closer to home, literally.

"How big?"

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