[EVENT | MYSTERY GAMES] PARTY LOG

[ironwood]

Characters: Arno Dorian, Aya, China Sorrows, Gene Khan, Hiro Hamada, Jack Frost, Klaus Reinherz, Midii Une, Pepper Potts, Raine Sage, Valdis, Zelgadis, and ALL THE FOREIGNERS.
Date: 31 August 2015 (2016 in-game)
Location: Courtyard of Public Opinion, with outreaches into Central Sector (‘after-parties’, if you will.)
Situation: The Mystery Games have ended, the points have been tallied, and the awards have been declared! Now it’s time to celebrate the victories, the near-misses, the sportsmanship, the camaraderie, the teamwork, and the results!
Warnings/Rating: None yet, but please label threads as needed.

The answers to the crimes were publicly announced on the 29th, much to the chagrin of quite a few teams who didn’t manage to solve theirs in time. The post-Mystery-Games party begins on the 31st, with the bulk of the feast and the awards taking place in the Courtyard of Public Opinion. Since the party continues late into the night, however, a lot of the celebration spills out into Central Sector – it’s not uncommon to find small groups of drunk kedan right on the borders of the Sector, happily demanding that uninvolved passersby help them celebrate and immediately forgetting those same passersby the moment they’re out of sight.

Thanks to the water-producing efforts of the Foreigners, there is a little more water available at the feast than expected -- enough that the rations have been lifted slightly for the event. Only slightly, mind; the Woodsmen are keeping a close eye on the limits, which might explain why there’s an excess in alcoholic drinks over the course of the night. Likewise, there is a minor limitation on foodstuffs, with the feast not quite as opulent as in the past -- but none of it goes to waste, and no one is begrudged seconds if seconds are available.

The Courtyard and surrounding areas have all been lit with the traditional red paper lanterns, and the atmosphere in general is one of collective victory, regardless of which teams actually won their respective events. Everyone is invited to this party, whether they were involved in the Mystery Games or not! Games participants, however, might find themselves in possession of the last leg of meat during the feast, or the target of a tirade of questions during an after-party. For a single night, they’re practically celebrities.

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LINKS
Investigation log | OOC post | Crime #1 Awards | Crime #2 Awards | Crime #3 Awards | The Feast | After-Parties

OOC
This log will be usable for both August AC and September AC, but cannot be used for both. Just make sure you don’t link the same threads for both and you’ll be fine! (There will be a reminder in both AC posts as well.)

Some starters have been provided for each awards ceremony, the general feast, and the after-parties, but feel free to label specific in-game locations for each new thread as needed! Players are free to decide what ICly occurred during their characters’ investigations and where their teams placed, so long as it doesn’t conflict with the information given in their crime’s awards starter.

Likewise, the mods will not be NPCing anyone for the purposes of this log, so please feel free to handwave NPC interactions and/or NPC necessary kedan as needed for your threads!

Comments

OTA

[makesright]

Thomas often fancied himself a man who defied expectations. He worked in innovation, progress and wonder, always overstepping the line between himself and the impossible. With enough drive and creativity, surely anything could be accomplished.

And then there were some expectations Thomas was more than happy to meet. In this instance, well... a rather sizable man enjoying a grand meal. This was a celebration, anyway; Why not indulge a bit?

Of course, others at the table might have a thing or two to say about his portion sizes -- he was certainly trying to make sure there was enough to go around, but everything looked so delicious.

[highprofilerichkid]

Tony is in no position to be passing judgement on portion sizes.

Despite having already consumed more than enough for one meal at the table, he's now walking around with another fully-heaped plate, combining socializing with more eating. There are a lot of perks to Extremis - and all of them require energy. Tony's baseline caloric intake is outrageous.

He smiles when he sees a familiar face, and makes his way over to Tom (dodging a few 'peanuts' along the way). "Hey, Dr. Light. Oh— you've, uh, got something in your soup, I think." Another stray 'peanut.' Those bead-throwing hooligans are a menace to all this delicious food!

[makesright]

Tom looks down to his food, then winces in response, picking the small object out of his soup. "Ah. Thank you, Tony." He pauses to glance back at the bead-throwing hooligans around. "If they thought I needed more minerals in my diet, you'd think they'd have the decency to tell me face to face," he adds with a smirk.

[highprofilerichkid]

"I don't think beads are a great source of trace nutrients anyway," Tony says, laughing. "At least the food's good - with or without peanuts." He's had to pick out a couple, himself. "Were you on one of the mystery-solving teams?"

[makesright]

"This is true. I doubt they're really digestible at all. Probably will sit with years of swallowed gum, I'm sure." He inspects another bead that feel into his meat, flicking it away idly.

"No, I decided to sit it out and observe this time around. Maybe another time."

[highprofilerichkid]

"Pretty sure that gum thing is a myth." Tony grins and takes a bite of his food (after checking for beads).

"I didn't do it either, but Gene did. All our real mysteries are enough for me. Seems like everybody had fun, though." Everybody is certainly having fun now, at least. Plenty of food and alcohol tend to put people in a good mood.

[makesright]

"It certainly looked that way."

He smiles at Tony, raising an eyebrow. "What sort of mysteries do you solve back home, by the way? I get so involved talking about science advances I forget to ask about everyone's personal lives. You're a brilliant young man; You must be quite the detective back home."

[highprofilerichkid]

Tony's not sure he'd call himself a 'detective,' but hey, he'll take the compliment. Dammit Tom, don't inflate his ego any more!

"Oh, you know - uncovering corporate espionage, figuring out who's secretly a supervillain and trying to kill me this week, unlocking the mysteries of ancient alien technology... that sort of thing."

[makesright]

"My, what a schedule. Where I come from, villain of the week can generally be narrowed down to one person, and not a shred of alien technology in sight. I'd love to get my hands on that and see what I could learn from it."

For now, of course. Little does Tom know what the future has in store for him back home, and how much he's going to despise that alien tech when it comes into his life.

"I wasn't sure if it was polite to ask, but Stark Industries -- is that your company back home? Is there any relation to you here?"

[highprofilerichkid]

"You might learn not to mess with alien technology," Tony jokes. That's what he learned from his experience with it. (Or should have learned. Realistically, he'll probably be doing dangerous experiments with the next piece of alien technology he finds within five minutes of getting his hands on it.)

He sighs at Tom's question. "Sort of. There used to be a different, older version of me here. From another universe. He started Stark Industries here. Back home, my dad runs it, and it's called Stark International. The kedan took over SI Keeliai when the foreigners were in the Dreaming."

[makesright]

Tom's expression falls at that. "My condolences." He reaches forward to put a firm hand on Tony's shoulder. "It's never pleasant -- speaking as an inventor, at least -- to lose control over something with your name on it. Even if it's related to an alternate version of yourself, I imagine."

He pulls his hand away, offering Tony a sad smile. "My earliest projects were government-funded, so I had little control over the direction my research took -- in a direction I'm most definitely not proud of. There are, unfortunately, weapons back home with my name on them.

'And," His expression darkens then, "that's not even counting the old friend of mine who weaponized my peaceful projects."

[highprofilerichkid]

Oh boy, Tom, you have found a kindred spirit.

Tony glowers, unconsciously mirroring Tom's expression. "At least the kedan are just trying to be more independent. At home, we lost control of the company for a while when my dad went missing - and the second people thought he was gone, they started trying to steal our tech and turn it into weapons. And my dad's business partner - he was behind half of it, making military contracts and selling our tech on the streets."

The fact that Tony's dad had been in the weapons business before Tony was born... well, that's a separate issue.

[makesright]

Tom offers Tony a tired smile. "I don't suppose that business partner was named Albert Wily?"

[craftlife]

Deon had been keeping himself to himself this past month - Vincent's arrival had shaken him up quite a bit, and whenever he thought he was doing better he saw Vincent on the network - but a party this big was enough to draw him out. Normally he isn't one for parties, but...he has to admit even to himself that he needs to get out more.

"Dr. Light!" he says with a smile. "Mind if I join you?"

[makesright]

"Deon!" He called back, beckoning his friend to the table with a sweep of his arm. "Of course, any time! Sorry I've been such a hermit as of late!"

[craftlife]

"Ah, well, so have I," he admitted, and went to go sit by his friend. "I keep forgetting that I don't have to keep to myself like I did back home."

[makesright]

Thomas laughs. "It's easy when you're set into a routine. But that's what friends are for; Shaking things up a bit."

He picks a bead out of his meal and gives it a playful toss at Deon's nose.

[craftlife]

Deon is very briefly nonplussed at the bead toss. It bounces right off his nose. (Good aim, Thomas.)

"Wha--"

And then: MORE BEADS. A scattering of fake currency beads lands on the table with a ratatat sound.

"This is definitely not the kind of party I'm used to." The only parties he's used to are LAN parties. Nerrrrddd!

[makesright]

"Well, if you can't beat them..." Tom glances back at some of the other partygoers, sweeping a handful of beads from the table onto a clean dish and sliding it in Deon's direction.

"Make alliances."

[craftlife]

That is some good advice. Deon grins, takes the dish, and scouts for a target.

Ah, that'll do.

He flings a few beads in the direction of some bead-throwing kedan who are currently looking at them, and is met with another enthusiastic volley.

Sorry, Tom, all he knows how to make are enemies. And robots.

[makesright]

Tom's far more efficient than that. Many times, his robots become enemies. Two birds with one bead, right?

He laughs, futilely holding up a hand to block the tidal wave of incoming beads. "We need to step up our game," he urges, grinning as he scoops a few onto a dish. He leans to the side, slamming the heel of his hand on the lip of the dish. It pops up, flinging its cargo of beads back toward the attackers whose attention Deon had grabbed. The catapault is primitive and inaccurate, but effective nonetheless.

[craftlife]

"I like the way you think," Deon says, and loads up some beads into a spoon to make a rubbish bead trebuchet. Beads rained down on their attackers, and he laughed, quite forgetting his troubles.

[makesright]

When another wave comes in retaliation Thomas raises his hand again -- this time, for a high five.

[craftlife]

There is a sweet high-five before they are showered with retaliatory beads.

[makesright]

The sweetest of high fives.