TEST DRIVE MEME

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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

Comments

[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.

[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?"

[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."

[googledox]

He was eating some type of condiment out of a bottle. Straight from a bottle.

And none of it was dripping through him.

The combination of both the gross lack of etiquette and the lack of dripping...whatever-it-was seemed to be quietly driving Brainy bananas. Sans was treated to the sight of Brainy opening his mouth as if to say something in annoyance, closing it, opening it again, closing it again, and then him doing a little jaw clench that made the veins at his temples throb.

Rather than saying something irritable, he instead drew in a deep breath through his nose and let it out again.

Okay, he was just going to let all that go --

"How?" exploded out of him. "How can you possibly have a sense of taste? You have no tongue or olfactory nerves, ergo a sense of gustation should be impossible. To have a sense of taste, you need tastes buds, as well as neurons and a central nervous system. So how does 'magic'--" quotey fingers "--bypass those biological necessities?"

He hated magic. So. So much.

[ribticklers]

"Probably by being magic," Sans offers helpfully, before deciding to actually throw the poor guy a bone. Just a little one. It's not like magical biology was his specialty. He wiggles the ketchup bottle. "Monster food's made of magic, I'm made of magic. Soon as anyone eats it, it turns right into energy. You could say we're to-made-o for each other."

That one was pretty terrible--he's proud of himself.

[googledox]

All the puns translated thanks the the telepathic earplugs and Brainy briefly closed his his eyes, as if steeling himself against any puns that were to come.

"So you feed off of magical energy?"

That could potentially be a problem in the long-term in helping sustain him. Not an insoluble one but he really needed to go over the list he'd been given of things he had to arrange for the comfort of the new Legionnaires.

He could possibly try to contact Dragonmage for some assistance with it.