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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

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"I blame you."

When the terrorists had jumped in, there had been a lot of fuss. Jason's first reaction was to find a private place to morph, but there was little chance of that going on in a place so crowded. Besides, who knew if he could manage it in another dimension? So he'd decided to stick to the rules and flip a table, leaving him to use a mirror-polished platter to peer at the group from behind it.

Hey, it worked in the movies.

He glanced over to Peter and waggled the plate. "Never water little green men. You get weeds that way." Oh yeah, he'd seen the earlier bit with the Coluan there. And promptly pretended he hadn't.

Jason scowled, trying to count up the numbers with the platter. Xanthans didn't look too different from normal people, so he just had to go by who was waving guns around. Who knew if there were more hiding in a crowd? Well, maybe someone who knew Xanthans better than he did, all he knew was they had a few heroes hook up with the Legion. "I've got... Three over by the President, two on an upper level," which probably meant two more on the opposite side, "and three more gathering more hostages from the crowd, I guess? I can't really tell what they're doing." He lowered the platter and glanced pointedly at Peter's guns. "Got a plan beyond 'punch them really hard with bullets'?" The way the older man carried himself, it was pretty obvious he was used to nasty situations.