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tushanshu_logs2013-11-28 12:34 am
starcharter) wrote in tushanshu_logs2013-11-28 12:34 am
Entry tags:
- thread: michaelangelo,
- thread: midii une,
- thread: yami no bakura,
- thread: zatanna zatara,
- † booker dewitt,
- † bruce wayne,
- † damian wayne,
- † elizabeth comstock,
- † jack frost,
- † kon-el,
- † korra,
- † kyle rayner,
- † layla rose miller,
- † monet st croix,
- † pavel chekov,
- † raven,
- † terry mcginnis,
- † thread: enjolras,
- † tony stark (616),
- † victor borkowski,
- † éponine thénardier
Light 'em up
Characters: EVERYBODY
Date: sundown on November 29th to sunrise on November 30th
Location: A plaza in Earth
Situation: The population of Keeliai could use a little warmth. So Chekov set stuff on fire and invited everyone over.
Warnings/Rating: None, but please put something in your comment header if necessary.
On Wednesday, everyone received the following audio message (and text attachments in English and Russian) from (1) Pavel Chekov in their inboxes:
“Hello. I would like to invite you to a bonfire in Earth sector on Friday at sundown. Please feel free to bring friends.”
A plaza in Earth sector is buzzing with activity-- most of it from one young man. He spends the day lugging folding tables and pushing wheelbarrows of supplies into the plaza. As the day wears on, several entrepreneurial kedan set up stands. By sundown, the plaza is lit up with three large, roaring bonfires. Most of the ice and snow has melted away, leaving a few patches here and there in the furthest corners of the plaza. One patch a bit away from the fires is completely devoid of snow and ice-- it's a sort of dance floor or performance area. Some music is playing out of one of the upper windows of the buildings overlooking the plaza. It's varies from quick and frenzied to slow and soothing. Of course, anyone is welcome to claim the floor to perform a magic show or do a little singing of their own.
There's a hodgepodge of various folding tables set with the essentials: raw vegetables, the closest equivalent of marshmallows Chekov could find (next to the chocolate and graham cracker substitutes), and sausages. There are skewers and tongs lying around should anyone need them. He also brought a few jugs of water, which are refilled periodically. It's not much, but it's the best he could do with a limited budget and not a lot of time. The kedan have taken the opportunity to sell what Chekov couldn't bring-- hot beverages and food, blankets, scarves and gloves, and several other simple wares.
It's not a grand setup, but there are roaring bonfires, food, and good company.
(Posting this slightly early because of Thanksgiving chaos. Let me know if you have any questions)
Date: sundown on November 29th to sunrise on November 30th
Location: A plaza in Earth
Situation: The population of Keeliai could use a little warmth. So Chekov set stuff on fire and invited everyone over.
Warnings/Rating: None, but please put something in your comment header if necessary.
On Wednesday, everyone received the following audio message (and text attachments in English and Russian) from (1) Pavel Chekov in their inboxes:
“Hello. I would like to invite you to a bonfire in Earth sector on Friday at sundown. Please feel free to bring friends.”
A plaza in Earth sector is buzzing with activity-- most of it from one young man. He spends the day lugging folding tables and pushing wheelbarrows of supplies into the plaza. As the day wears on, several entrepreneurial kedan set up stands. By sundown, the plaza is lit up with three large, roaring bonfires. Most of the ice and snow has melted away, leaving a few patches here and there in the furthest corners of the plaza. One patch a bit away from the fires is completely devoid of snow and ice-- it's a sort of dance floor or performance area. Some music is playing out of one of the upper windows of the buildings overlooking the plaza. It's varies from quick and frenzied to slow and soothing. Of course, anyone is welcome to claim the floor to perform a magic show or do a little singing of their own.
There's a hodgepodge of various folding tables set with the essentials: raw vegetables, the closest equivalent of marshmallows Chekov could find (next to the chocolate and graham cracker substitutes), and sausages. There are skewers and tongs lying around should anyone need them. He also brought a few jugs of water, which are refilled periodically. It's not much, but it's the best he could do with a limited budget and not a lot of time. The kedan have taken the opportunity to sell what Chekov couldn't bring-- hot beverages and food, blankets, scarves and gloves, and several other simple wares.
It's not a grand setup, but there are roaring bonfires, food, and good company.
(Posting this slightly early because of Thanksgiving chaos. Let me know if you have any questions)
no subject
What about your team? They don't count, huh?
[Not that it matters, really. He shrugs.]
There's more than one. Maybe you should try the other guy. He's the guy running the business with the name on everything.
[He's not confirming that, because it's not a crisis. He's still working out what to do about having everything stripped off of him, but strangely enough he hasn't felt the urge to fight it.]
The one before that was pretty good, too. You've got options.
no subject
[He could call her out if he really wanted, her encryption had been weak, but Ric is just. Ric. He's like a brother, and sentiment is weakness. She sidesteps, and narrows her eyes.]
Did the Emperor's summoning process somehow make you more pathetic than usual?
[This is not fun for her at all and she is getting frustrated that he's not playing the game.]
no subject
[He waves a hand in mock surrender. It's probably a bad idea, but he's bound to provoke her anyway. There's no point in tiptoeing around her.]
Well, Doctor Banner did say the designs were imperfect. Even with a good model, the Emperor doesn't seem to be the best craftsman. With data loss, I'm sure there is plenty of room for error.
[Tony doesn't sound like he's taking the question seriously at all. It sounds like a joke, which should be expected of him. He must notice that she's getting frustrated with him, because he smiles vaguely at her.]
I'm just not doing it for you, huh?
no subject
Well. My opinion of your intelligence certainly took a nosedive.
[She doesn't even consider that Tony's not concerned about her opinion, she just walks off.]