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

A

[wherenoonegoes]

Hiccup, by virtue of being from a society that hadn't entirely worked out how to make steel yet, was getting more than his fair share of the "primitive" treatment. It was taking a considerable amount of will not to point out that he at least had some grasp of basic social skills, unlike certain people here.

But, for anyone paying the slightest bit of attention, it was fairly obvious his temper was getting frayed. Someone would have to head him off before he snapped and chewed one of the diplomats out.

B

[spanish_superhero]

Antonio ducks behind the buffet table as soon as the terrorist fires his blaster into the air, the young man's eyes wide as he is momentarily caught off guard. His expression quickly changes to one of resolve, however, and he looks around a bit before spotting another Legionnaire recruit.

"You there!", he calls out in a loud whisper as he crawls over on his elbows and knees. "You are with the Legion too, yes?"

[failbender]

How about instead of someone stopping him from snapping, they cut him off at the pass by snapping first? Zuko had overheard the dignitary getting rude and being from a world these people seemed to think was "primitive" himself, he was automatically annoyed on Hiccup's behalf.

"For people that think they aren't 'primitive,' your manners are," Zuko said testily. "I've met people with more courtesy in prison."

Seriously, some of the prisoners in the Boiling Rock had better manners than these snobs.

"But I guess that's to be expected when most of you aren't even real nobility. You're just a bunch of puffed up, self-important bureaucrats."

Zuko did know how to speak to nobility, really he did. Despite being socially awkward, that still was the world he'd grown up in. The problem was these people weren't actually nobles, judging from their total lack of refinement, and that meant he just didn't care about what they thought of his own manners. It also didn't hurt that all his time in exile and the hardships he'd went through because of it had left him predisposed to doing away with social niceties in general.

The woman that'd been insulting to Hiccup squeaked out "My word!" and harrumphed before quickly rushing off, muttering, "The nerve of that boy --"

"Prince," he corrected, calling after her, and the moment he said the word she looked mortally embarrassed, but she kept hustling. "The nerve of that prince."

Yes, he was throwing around his title here. If they wanted to be all rude and insulting and make assumptions about the people they were talking to somehow being lesser than them, they could go right ahead, and he'd throw his title at their heads like a blunt object. He'd make it clear they were being coarse and crude to actual royalty and then they'd get to feel stupid for it.

Like the woman who was now rushing away, her purple face turning a much brighter purple. Ha!

Re: B

[demon_on_wheels]

"Yes I am. Got any ideas?"

Speed had ducked behind a table, trying to work out the best way of taking the terrorists down without anyone getting hurt. On his own, it wasn't going to work. He wasn't that fast, at least not yet.

A

[nerdninja]

The setting is already enough to make Donatello feel horribly out of place - fancy anything is pretty far down the list of things he has experience or interest in, and getting ready for the evening was a nightmare in figuring out appropriate formalwear that would fit over his shell without feeling ridiculously restricting. And unlike that time crashing the Science Expo, these are the kinds of people who'll lord up their more advanced technology without actually showing any appreciation for what got it for them in the first place.

You don't just tell a scientist that everything his world's been working on is quaint.

But flipping out and losing his temper over something minor would be so...so Raph, really. He can do better than that.

Logic.

"Well, sure, we've got a long way to go," he says, striving to keep his tone as light and conversational and free of the intense annoyance this guy's existence is causing him as possible. "But there's still a lot of hard work and innovation that went into just the level of technology there now. Seeing what you all have here, and knowing that's still ahead if we keep moving forward - knowing I could be part of getting us there...I mean, with so much room for improvement and so many possibilities still ahead...doesn't that make knowing how many people are going to keep innovating and improving to get here even more exciting?"

Crickets chirp.

"...no?"

Tough crowd, huh.

Maybe now's a good time to go scope out the refreshments for the ninth time tonight.

Re: B

[spanish_superhero]

Antonio nods, tugs on his dorky headband, and is briefly bathed in a white light. The light fades, and the young Spaniard is now wearing a very out-of-date looking suit of armor, shield, and sword.

"They call me Escudo." He whispers as he peeks over the table at the terrorists. "I can make anything I'm touching temporarily invulnerable and dampen energy if I concentrate... but I don't have much in the way of offensive power."

He looks back at Speed. "What is it that you can do?"

A

[ribticklers]

Why is Sans here when he isn't actually a sworn in member of the Legion? Why is he wearing a blue jacket lined with fluff ("Nah, 's not real fur, I know some folks who'd get hopping mad") and a self-tying tie together? How has he managed to make that self-tying tie look sloppily put together? All good questions with unimportant answers! He can't be trying to make a good impression. Maybe he wants the free food. Not that he's impolite, really--he weathers the barrage of dignitaries with a mountain of bad jokes and an untouchable air of nonchalance. Or maybe that's just because, as a skeleton, it's pretty difficult for him to make facial expressions.

It's easy to tell some of the others really aren't handling it well, though, so Sans finds his way over to them with the strangest-looking food the menu has to offer and a casual wink.

"Hey, wanna try whatever this is and see if it's food or something that fell off someone's outfit?"

Re: A

[stillshinigami]

That looked painful. In the same token it looked like a great time for a tactical retreat as far as his conversation with an alien enginner who was starting to press him on questions after he casually mentioned space colonies. The conversation was already a 'smile and nod' game, and he was growing weary of the condescending tone coming out of this guy. So he excused himself as politely as he could and made his way to the refreshments which was an adventure of it's own.

"Hey man." He sidles on over to Donatello by the table, not quite making eye contact, but surveying the food or drink available. Still not sure if he's brave enough to try anything yet.

"Give yourself a little credit. You're at a party thrown by folks thinkin' we're slack jawed, cave dwelling barbarians. Still the smartest thing I've heard all night." Duo turns to him and offers his hand.

"Name's Duo. You?"

[iamresponding]

"Don't mind them. It's like a rule that if a culture breaks the FTL barrier they all automatically get to be snobs and pretend their people were always that advanced," said the man standing behind Donatello, leaning against a wall.

Donnie'd probably seen him around even if they hadn't talked, but Rich was hard to miss. To start with, he was over six feet tall and two hundred pounds of pure muscle. Then there was the whole prosthetic arm thing, since most of his right arm was gone.

The prosthetic was pretty nice. Since he had to remove it to fight to avoid frying it with his powers, it wasn't attached like a true cybernetic would've been, and that meant he couldn't use synth-skin to get his sense of touch back, but the technology was advanced enough that he could still move it with a thought, since it read the nerve impulses in what was left of his shoulder.

Oh, and then there was the fact that unlike most of the others he was absolutely adamant about not getting all dressed up. He was still in his superhero uniform as if he was just waiting for trouble.

There was a twinkle in his eyes that didn't diminish as the people Donnie was talking to started looking offended.

"Yeah, yeah, you heard me."

A

[sir_vancelot]

Vance was doing his level best to keep a smile on his face and make a good impression. After all, this was important and the Legion could use the funding to help them get home.

It was far more difficult to do when it came to some of the species than others, of course, but Vance had some training.

Finally, he found a corner to catch a breath and close his eyes. "Before we go home," he said to the nearest 'recruit', "remind me that I need to thank Tony Stark and Cap for making me attend Avengers functions."

Re: A

[googledox]

By now, Brainiac 5 had gotten used to the idea of a walking, talking skeleton. He hated that he'd had to get used to the idea but he'd nevertheless learned to tolerate Sans' existence. That was just how magic was, you acknowledged it was there and tolerated it like a fungus you could never really quite remove.

But he still had the occasional moment of extra vexation over Sans' nature.

Normally, he might have even laughed at the joke. He hated these functions with a ferocity unrivaled by that of any of his friends, and skipped most of them when he could, so typically he enjoyed it when his friends mocked the stupid things.

But no, he didn't laugh, because he immediately fixated on one thing:

"Are you eating? How can you even eat when --? Never mind. Never mind. I already know what the answer is."

Magic. The stupid answer was magic.

If he sounded frustrated at, you know, Sans existing, it was because he was.

Re: A

[iamresponding]

"You wanna thank Tony Stark for something? Now why would you wanna go and do a thing like that?" asked Rich.

Rich still didn't like Tony any more than he had the first time he'd told him off after returning home from the war. Nothing he'd heard about him since had left him impressed.

He leaned against a nearby wall with his arms crossed. It was nice having arms again (plural). The prosthetic they'd given him was really quite something for something that wasn't actually attached as a full cybernetic.

Unlike many of the others, he was also in his full superhero uniform instead of his Sunday best, which either said something about the nature of diplomatic functions where superheroes were gathered, his levels of paranoia, or both. The most he'd done to fancy himself up was take off his helmet and collapse it, cloth-like, and tuck it in his belt.

[sir_vancelot]

"I don't have to like the man to appreciate the parties he threw that I had to go and make nice at." Because that was what Vance was falling back on.

Rich being there was something of a God send. Or something like that. It seemed to make everything a lot easier, having somebody he already knew and trusted there. Especially since it was one of his oldest friends in the universe. "Though Cap was mostly the one who made me go."

[caerme]

A.

It's funny how many worlds still have some form of a political system established. She's seen a vast range of different ways those systems could be established, but there was a large percentage of worlds that always had someone bowing to someone else. It was just the way certain things had to be done, and she had yet to encounter a world that had figured out a better system.

A childhood as a princess and so much more trained her how to keep her head in places like these. But training under Geralt and her own natural tendencies made her chafe under the watchful eyes of the dignitaries that decorated the room.

She rolled her eyes at the comments of never measuring up. She walked away from those who called her world primitive. And she just stared perplexed at the green-skinned people who seemed hell-bent on engaging her about "Robotica"?

It was easy to lose her head. Too easy. Instead she strode off, snapping a quick retort about not knowing what Robotica was, but hoping whatever it was they at least had more manners than the Coluans.

She makes her way to the edge of the room, taking a deep breath. She doesn't want to be in a place like this. She can be, but she doesn't want to be. And the weight of the second sword on her back is a reminder of how far she's come only to be... here. Now.

She rolls her eyes again and folds her arms as she leans against the wall. "What is Robotica anyway?" she wonders aloud to herself in annoyance more than anything, but she's willing to hear it from other ends as well.

B.

"All right," Ciri speaks up, her voice loud and clear.

She raises her hands slightly, leveling them at her shoulders. Her palms her up, facing out at the man with the gun. A clear sign of surrender. She takes a slow step to the side, stepping away from the dignitaries nearest her. She moves carefully, so as not to disturb the man too much.

"You certainly have our attention. No one has to get hurt," she shakes her head.

While she's talking, though, she casts a glance at the nearest Legionnaire she can sight. She doesn't know her teammates yet, but she's trusting that if they're a part of the team it's for good reason. She locks eyes with whoever, then drags them back to the shooter at the front. The clear leader based on the demands he's taken.

"Just tell us what it is your after. We're all listening." Don't make her glance again. There's only so many ways to keep a man distracted so others can move in to take him down.

[iamresponding]

"That's always been one advantage of being able to rocket away faster than the speed of the light - I've managed to skip out of almost every award ceremony, diplomatic reception, or celebratory feast I've ever been invited to."

Chooom. Gone. Being able to shoot rockets out of your butt was handy that way.

What he didn't say was that most of those ceremonies, receptions, and feasts were being thrown to celebrate him, but hey, this was Rich. He was not really one to toot his own horn.

"Then again, 'sorry, gotta go stop a worldwide catastrophe or forty' is a pretty good excuse to skip out early."

A

[bellassa]

"Planet with droids, from what I can tell", Ferus said in response, shooting a look at the stranger and - what he assumed - fellow outsider. He'd sought out the edges of this reception for similar reasons as her, not feeling particularly interested in politics or appearances, having already been shown off by the Empire a few too many times back in his own galaxy.

This wasn't the same. Thankfully. But it brought all that to mind and he wasn't big on the reminders of what awaited him once he'd done his piece here.

That said, he'd still paid attention to what was going on around him; something that had been drilled into him since he was a child. The politics were dull but the conflicts behind them real and numerous. Not that he'd gathered much, because without knowing anything about this system and ... virtually any other, it was difficult to put what he was hearing into a real context. But he'd picked up enough to answer a stranger. So that was something.

Leaning back against the wall, he lightly kicked his heel back against in thought when he looked into the crowd once more. "Or robots, as these people call them."

[sir_vancelot]

And being that he and Rich knew each other so well, Rich didn't have to say that the ceremonies, et al, were being thrown for him. Vance could read between the lines.

Still, he snorted and threw a smirk his old friend's direction. "Most of the time, that's how Avengers functions ended as well."

Nothing like the latest catastrophe to get everybody out of their monkey suits and...into different monkey suits.

[ribticklers]

Sans's grin seems to widen a bit when Brainiac asks and then immediately takes back his question, because yes, the answer is magic, and it's always pretty amusing to use that to explain things to people who hate that kind of response. But, seeing as Brainiac seems to have already exasperated himself just thinking about it, Sans counts that as a job done. It's very convenient that way.

"There's still a pretty good chance this'd go right through me," he says instead, turning over the whatever-this-is in his hands. "It seems pretty solid, y'know? I might stain my good clothes."

These clothes don't look at all dressy, except for the rumpled tie.

[iamresponding]

"Hey." Rich gestured with both hands at the fact he was in his superhero uniform. "What do you think this is for?"

He leaned against the wall again, crossing his arms, his eyes scanning the room. To some it might have looked like someone idly people-watching, but nope, that was not what he was looking for. He was looking for shifty behavior, outlines of possible concealed weapons, or people that stuck out -- basically, anything that looked like maybe it didn't belong.

Threat assessment. But that was instinct anytime he walked into a room now.

"Sticking a whole superhero team -- filled to the brim with rookies -- in a room full of important muckety-mucks? That's tempting fate."

[caerme]

"A whole planet full of them?" Ciri spits out in shock, standing a little straighter in rapt attention. It's hard to imagine for her. She's been to planets that don't use horses or candles like hers does, but not one like what he's explaining. And no matter where she goes, there's still something new to learn. Something exciting to see.

She wants to be home, but if she's out, she's not going to ignore the beauty of the universe.

Thought currently that beauty is tempered through the eyes of prejudice. She scoffs, looking out at the crowd. Her eyes focus on more of the Coluans. "They're sitting around talking about primitive my planet is, then they turn their noses up at a planet full of technology better than theirs-"

She shakes her head as she catches herself. It's too easy to get caught up in their sorts of games. That's what they do to you. They drag you in with the smallest of things and then they find a way to take root in your heart.

She shakes her head, relaxes her stance again. She shifts her weight to one leg and gives a half shrug of her arms as she lets out a sigh. She tears her eyes from the crowd. "Heh. What else should I expect from a bunch of politicians, though?

You new here too?" This is easier than them at least.

[sir_vancelot]

At least Rich wasn't the only one doing it. Vance had been doing it, too, as well as 'feeling' around for anything that felt out of place, too. From what he could tell, his telekinesis seemed none the worse for wear for him having been displaced. He knew there were others that couldn't say the same.

"Well, not all of us have powers that would rip our clothes to shreds should we use them," he pointed out, then paused. "Though I think I heard at least a couple of the guests mention that they wouldn't mind seeing that."

[googledox]

"I can't tell if your meaning is literal or --" Or it was possibly worldplay, ugh. "--again, never mind."

He visibly shuddered. Yes, that was how annoyed he was at this whole magic thing, to the point of feeling physical revulsion. Magic was just so...so...

Yes, it had internal logic but that didn't mean the way it affected the fabric of the universe made any sense and that was what irked him. He could work within the constraints of magical systems he encountered but he didn't have to like it.

The problem with this situation was that even as much as he hated magic he also had a natural curiosity about things and hating something didn't preclude him from trying to understand it.

"Do you even have the capacity for taste?"

[iamresponding]

That really was kind of a problem with Rich's clothes. The Nova Force was still as destructive as ever and that meant it pretty much shredded through anything it touched other than him. That was why he had to wear a removable prosthetic instead of a full cybernetic - and why they couldn't just clone him a new limb.

They said his body had been changed too much on a molecular level by the Nova Force and that even though his powers had shifted upon arrival to this world, the fact he'd been irrevocably altered by it hadn't changed. They couldn't clone limbs mutated on that level and that meant if they gave him a flesh and blood arm it'd fry out just like a cybernetic would -- only a lot more painfully.

In any case, it all meant that Rich was rarely out of uniform anymore, always ready for a fight.

"So wait, which of 'em were saying that specifically?" he joked, craning his neck to look around the room. Then he grinned. "...he says as if 'Nita wouldn't kill him. I shouldn't even joke. Watch, she'll pop through random a portal behind me just to smack me upside the head."

[bellassa]

He can't help a look of mild amusement when she expresses that frustration. In some ways it's ... admirable, or maybe refreshing is a better words, because he's heard a lot of prejudice both here and home. With the Empire wanting to stop giving right to alien species altogether in the systems closest to the capital, just for starters ...

But Ferus tries to let go of the frustration and anger such thoughts lead him down, at least for the moment. Anger is an asset, but maybe not here. He has to choose his battles.

"By a week or so", he says, confirming that guess, and then gestures to the politicians she just verbally put down in agreement with her. "Want to bet these people haven't seen anything new up close in their lives?"

[ribticklers]

"Of course." Sans pulls a bottle of ketchup out of his jacket. It's something from home--real, proper monster food. Well, real, proper monster condiment. He's been trying to ration himself, but he's never been good at that sort of thing. "I couldn't enjoy something like this nearly as much if I couldn't taste it."

And he takes a swig directly from the bottle. None of it drips through, judging by the lack of ketchup stains on his outfit or the floor. Monster food converts perfectly to energy immediately.

"It's harder if the food's solid, though."