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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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Despite herself Azula groaned "Is everything you say some kind of pun or stupid joke?" Still her tolerance was holding out since she made her next order of business to point her finger at the now incapacitated criminals.

"If even ONE of you attempts to escape he will freeze you solid and I will personally shatter you." Then just as quickly she had softened her voice and turned to address the president with a soft incline of her head.

"While this isn't the ideal setting for such a meeting, it is nice to know that there are more female leaders in your universe then my own. It's just unfortunate that there will always be such ignorance to spoil what could have been a perfectly pleasant evening don't you think?"

From death threats to networking in three seconds flat. Not bad for a girl who feels rusty at both subjects.

Bobby grinned. "My dad was never the type to make dad jokes," he said. Mostly because his dad had been the type to spew hyper-conservative bull or insults. "Someone had to pick up the slack to lighten the mood."

He settled down next to Azula, still in his snow form, and looked around. He didn't catch all of what she had said to the president, but she had seemed to go quite the change in stance for a moment.

Huh. There was so much more than met the eye to Azula. Before Jean had forced Bobby to confront himself, he likely would have made some lame attempt at flirting with her. Instead, he just stood there and casually lobbed snowballs at any of the terrorists who still looked as though they were going to make a move.

"Also, you're kind of terrifying in an oddly glamourous way," he added after a beat. It was meant as a compliment.

"Yes well, it's nice to be able to express both of those clearly." She muttered off handedly, managing to stop herself from adding for a change to the end of that sentence.

But in truth, she felt alive again. She'd spent so much time losing to her own madness that the chance to actually apply her abilities and accomplish something again? It was invigorating.

Once more security arrived the terrorists would be removed from the party, as was the president as soon as an exit plan was secured. Either way it looked like that little burst of excitement was over.

"Are we allowed to leave now? Is the party over?" As happy as she was to have accomplished something Azula didn't relish the idea of going back to fake smiling for debutants and wealthy airheads.

"I mean, the dancing hasn't even started yet," Bobby said. "Can you really leave a party without a little, you know -" He flailed about for a moment and wiggled his hips. The move didn't last more than a couple of seconds, but it was likely long enough to mortify anyone in his vicinity. "Sorry, I'm not so good with the dancing. Also, people in the future dance really weirdly. The past future, I mean." Explaining this whole being from a couple of different time periods thing was a pain, he had quickly realized. "Never mind."

He scanned the crowd for anything else that may have needed an intervention, but there was nothing. A really cute guy, but Bobby quickly looked away from him. It was going to take some getting used to, being able to walk up to a guy and flirt with him.

"If you hang, I promise, I won't make with the barrage of snow-puns."

"Dancing is only strange if you're the only one doing it." She remarked idly. "If everyone was doing the same movements you were then it would seem perfectly acceptable." Though she made no motion to join him in his desperate attempts at making the most of a moment.

"I suppose if I leave you alone you'll find someone else to annoy. I'll bare that burden a bit longer then." It would behoove her to have some more allies in this universe and since he was making it so easy she might as well take advantage.

"My burden isn't so heavy," Bobby said lightly. "I'm like a hundred twenty-five pounds wet. I'd offer to let you test it out, but you know. I'm still cold, and the water could freeze." For someone who tried to appear to be so burden-free, he certainly did chatter on enough to make it seem like he was trying to not be alone with his own personal thoughts, didn't it? "But you get the gist."

Bobby snagged a canapé from a waiter passing by and popped it into his mouth without stopping to look at it. He didn't want to know what he was eating. The food here was different, and he didn't want to think about it too much. Besides, it tasted good, so bonus.

"I'm Bobby, by the way. Bobby Drake. Or Iceman, depending on the situation."

"Princess Azula of the Fire Nation." She returned the introduction as though he should know who she was. There was pride in how she said the word princess, clearly expecting the respect that the title demanded. "Though I suppose when on duty Blue Dragon is my preferred title. Does this count as on duty or not given what we just did?"

It was a fair question. Where was she allowed to draw the line between personal and professional with this group?

There was a moment where Bobby's eyes lit up during Azula's introduction, a moment where it seemed like he was about to make a pun.

It was a moment that he quickly quashed.

"We just saved the madame president lady, Princess," Bobby said. "Pretty sure that counted as duty." He busied himself with another quick snack before blurting out, "You know, if we teamed up, we could be called Fire and Ice. Please don't melt me, that wasn't an actual pun." Another brief pause. "Is there an Ice Nation?"

His immediate backpedaling saved him from her wrath, it wasn't exactly groveling but it would do for now.

"Yes, the Water tribes to the North and South have lived savage lives of a primitive nature. While the other nations rise up they are stuck living in houses of ice and snow, at constant odds with the very elements they choose to ally themselves with. It's a small wonder they haven't died off yet though not for lack of their own trying."

All things considered that was actually pretty moderate compared to how she really felt about them.

Fire & Ice though. It was going on Bobby's team-up bucket list.

He commanded cold, but was hot. She commanded heat, but was cold. Together, they fought crime.

Or something.

Wisely, he didn't bring up this little pitch to Azula.

"You're not a big fan of them, are you?" He was a mutant. One who was recently gay. He could tell when what he was feeling was negative energy emanating from a person. Azula didn't like the Water tribes much. Maybe because fire and water would always be at odds. Explains why Jean gets on my nerves sometimes, since she might be all fire-burn-ragey one day.

"I mean, I get it. There are people I'm not a fan of either. But, you know. Maybe they think they're doing good by staying with the ice? Keeping the ice caps all polar and everything."

"Oh they think that I'm sure." Azula sighed starting to relax despite herself. He may be bound with the powers of ice and snow but he wasn't making any attempts to threaten her with it so she could take it down a few notches...at least one.

"I'm sure they still think it's for the best to treat their females like secondary citizens as well. Not even allowed to fight alongside their brothers, husbands and fathers when danger looms. If they were a little less rigid in their belief about what is right perhaps they would not be so few in number anymore."

This was heading in a bad direction for her mood so she opted to turn it a different direction.

"Tell me of your home."

Bobby's mouth opened and closed. "That sounds terrible. And backwards." He wondered how people like him would fare in a society like that. Not mutants. I wonder if I would have survived there. Or if I'd made the same decision that future-me made.

He shrugged. "My home's a little more progressive than that on the female front. Not a whole lot - there's still a lot of work that needs to be done. But it's not quite so backwards sexist." Though his father probably would have thrived with the Water tribe, given the way that he tended to think. "Those of us with powers aren't much loved though. At least if the power is a genetic gift, like with me. If you were given your powers some other way - an alien wishing machine or a radioactive spider bite or whatever - people tend to worship you. It's really weird. Like, most of us look alike. How can you even tell, you know?" He looked back up at Azula. "You'd dig it, though. I think you'd be respected. We dig our kick-ass warrior princesses. Just ask Xena. I mean, you know. Except for where she's fictional."

While she didn't have too much interest in his home if she's honest with herself (She's much too self centered to honestly care about anyone else's home) but something he says catches her attention and she pauses to consider it.

"You'll pardon me for asking, but my world is not as advanced in some areas of science. Do you mean that some people from your world gain powers like yours by birth? From their parents? And yet the public, the powerless look down on it?" She sounded puzzled, annoyed and a little incredulous at the idea.

"I mean, not from birth? It usually kicks on at puberty," he explained. "Mine kicked in when I was on a date and this bully and his friends tried to attack us. I freaked out and froze him in a block of ice," he explained. "It's different for everyone. My friend Jean - she can lift things with her mind and read minds - her powers kicked in when a childhood friend of hers died. She actually felt her friend die. It's not always that traumatic for us, but you know. It's not always fun and games either." He grabbed a drink, took a sip, and wrinkled his nose. "Humans are scared because we - mutants - we're like the next stage in the evolution of humanity or whatever, so they have a fear of being wiped out. Or, you know, the unknown, I guess. It doesn't really make sense, but you know how it is? People will persecute you just for being different."

There was a tensing at the mention of freezing someone in a block of ice, and then a full on shudder when he explained how Jean could read minds. Having to deal with someone who could slip into her thoughts easily was even more unsettling to Azula then her recently developed hydrophobia.

"While I suppose I can see where the weaker less powerful might be afraid of that which they don't understand, it seems to me they should be grateful for your kind. Where I come from those who can manipulate the elements are considered blessed for having a gift. Most of them incorporate their talents into their day to day lives, their work, even military service. Having something special about you is simply gives you a leg up on life."

"At least you are aware enough to see it's only because they fear what you can do that they can't."

"Well, the funny thing is, they're okay with other people who get powers. Super-strength by serum? Oh hey, that's alright. Cosmic radiation? Sure. The way you're born? Oh nooo. There's something wrong with you." His eyes had darkened for a moment, and the air immediately around him had cooled by a few degrees as he spoke. "It makes no sense, you know?" He smiled a little wistfully. "It'd be nice to be somewhere that my particular abilities would be considered a gift, not a monstrosity."

"Well that's just hypocritical." She noted sounding irritated by it. "Though I have no love lost for the water tribes at least they would treat you with some degree of respect for your naturally granted abilities. Depending on if you had any actual leadership skills you would probably rise quite quickly among their society." She left out the part where he would still have to be subservient to the fire nation. There wasn't much point in driving that home since the odds of him ever seeing her home were slim.

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