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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
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GAME STARTS ON: 1/01/16
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A
It wasn't that Adrien didn't know how to behave. He'd spent more than his fair share of his formative years attending parties like this, being put on display to help his father secure trade partners. He'd been thoroughly schooled in the right things to say, the right body posture, the right .. blah, blah, blah.
However, he hadn't given much of a damn back then and he gave even less of a damn now.
For the most part, he tried to keep to himself. Staying along the walls and fixing his eyes down on his plate of (whatthefuckweretheseanyway?) and otherwise giving off the universal signals of 'leave me alone'. The more sympathetic dignitaries seemed to take the hint and stayed away from him, unfortunately it was the less tolerant sort that zeroed in on him.
The doctor had been making his way across the floor in hopes of an escape when he path was quite deliberately blocked by a species that naturally had a loud and booming voice. This individual happened to be one of the dignitaries who were wasting no time in being condescending to the rookies and their loud voice challenged Adrien on his world's backwards approach to intersteller technology and feeding itself.
The charge hung in the air, a pregnant sort of pause that quite possibly affected conversations near by as Adrien blinked up at the dignitary. His habitual scowl morphed into something like a pensive frown as he poked at a shrimp like substance on his plate before asking.
"While I would be more than happy to engage you on these topics, Councilor I believe you would find my humble offerings as a mere medical professional to be quaint indeed."
Adrien's tone was polite, touched with a hint of apology as he spoke. If anyone knew him well, they probably would have interrupted before he got much further with this conversation.
"However, I think we could have a much more lively discussion over the fact that the medical advances in cosmetic surgery have come so far over the past decade, that there truly is no reason for your face to continue to suffer from ... "
Someone might (please, please, OH please!) consider a timely interruption.
B
Every so often being a wall flower worked in one's favor.
When the Xanthan group burst into the reception, Adrien was able to drop back into a shadowed alcove under the cover of distraction as the group sought to secure their primary targets. Hunkered down, he listened to the rather trite commentary from the leader (really 'nobody move' cliche?) with half an ear as he began to identify the exits.
It would appear that the doctor wasn't the only one who had taken to the cover of out of the way shadow/spaces. Spying a vaguely familiar face, he gave a quick, soft whistle in an effort to catch the other Legionnaires' attention.
"Did you get a count of how many we're dealing with?"
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Oh. There was someone.
She slips quietly across the path to where Adrien is. Her eyes barely leave the center of the room. She does her best to look as though she's as frozen as the rest, even while she tries to duck out of view. Just in case someone sees...
"I counted at least five," she answers in a softer voice. "I don't know if I got all the edges, though. I haven't been able to clear the blindspot across the room yet."
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He'd also heard her voice, clear as a bell, speaking to the hostage takers in those first few minutes, providing a distraction for individuals like himself to move to better position. So as she managed to slip close, he inched to close the gap and allow them to converse more easily and hopefully without drawing attention.
"I marked two holding back in the doorway that leads to the kitchens. I suspect they're covering an exit back through there."
He ducked around a bit of wall but found himself also hampered by the blindspot she mentioned. Glancing up and around, he caught his lower lip between his teeth.
"Where's a handy mirror or window when you need a reflection," he bitched softly. "Any chance of counting movement in or out of that area? Or are they holding their positions?"
A
"Sorry sir, I'm going to have to borrow my teammate here for a few seconds. Legion business, you know how it is." He attempted to carefully guide Adrien away from the diplomat.
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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?"