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He then looks over the crowd and then up to the overlooks on the second floor. Taking note of the K9 security and using his thermal vision to get a sense of what obvious weapons anyone else has brought. He starts to make his way over to the concession stand when he hears a familiar voice ask after Otto. He turns to the Storm Dragon and says, "Hi Andi."</div><br> <br><div title="Civeaux">Civeaux is happy to take a break from their mind-numbingly dullard day of doing laboratory tests. Though the idea of celebrating the day everything went south (so to speak) was a little wild to them, what was a life without joy? They ditch their labcoat before proceeding to the mall, in the corduroy, with a sensible red sweater covering most of their bits of human features. | He then looks over the crowd and then up to the overlooks on the second floor. Taking note of the K9 security and using his thermal vision to get a sense of what obvious weapons anyone else has brought. He starts to make his way over to the concession stand when he hears a familiar voice ask after Otto. He turns to the Storm Dragon and says, "Hi Andi."</div><br> <br><div title="Civeaux">Civeaux is happy to take a break from their mind-numbingly dullard day of doing laboratory tests. Though the idea of celebrating the day everything went south (so to speak) was a little wild to them, what was a life without joy? They ditch their labcoat before proceeding to the mall, in the corduroy, with a sensible red sweater covering most of their bits of human features. | ||
| − | %t Entering the main corridor, they are blink in surprise at the crowd--they've only seen a veritable throng like this in the lobby of the Zephyr Building! Civeaux takes a deep breath, putting their anxieties away, and looks for a good place to stand and mingle, preferably with some of the softer looking folks. Their eyes, looking at the beverages, drawn to some refreshing sodas. They look about, to the others in the crowd, cautiously. The K9 presence here didn't look particularly vigilant, but it brought some comfort to them that they were here, and apparently relaxed. Civeaux sighs as they enjoy a sip of lemon-lime soda.</div><br> <br><div title="Firecracker">"PARTY!" a high-pitched voice cheers out as the tiny pink pegasus it belongs to rockets into the room with even tinier wings. Firecracker flies above most of the celebrations, wearing nothing as usual, as she looks this way and that with glee! She takes a few moments to watch all the people moving about, inspect the decorations put up, and sniff at the scent of food! Lots of food! "Ooooo!" she expresses giddily, practically vibrating with excitement before zipping down to one of the more treaty-looking stands to pick up a snack, even if that snack is bigger than she is. The whole time, the pegasus is wigglin' her booty to the beat of the music filling the lobby.</div><br> <br><div title="Lilac">Lilac slithers into the mall's main concourse from the great outdoors, having arrived at the celebration in a bit of a hurry after losing track of time. "Phew.." She huffs as she catches her breath while looking about the area. The cow-lamia is garbed in a glittering blue dress, tailored especially for this occasion with the help of a friend. She sways over towards the refreshment table, looking over what's on offer as she takes the chance to glance over the other attendees, looking for a familiar face to saunter over to. She smiles on hearing Otto's name, looking over in that direction after grabbing for herself a glass of something... blue, and sweet. Tastes kinda funny.. in a nice way.</div> | + | %t Entering the main corridor, they are blink in surprise at the crowd--they've only seen a veritable throng like this in the lobby of the Zephyr Building! Civeaux takes a deep breath, putting their anxieties away, and looks for a good place to stand and mingle, preferably with some of the softer looking folks. Their eyes, looking at the beverages, drawn to some refreshing sodas. They look about, to the others in the crowd, cautiously. The K9 presence here didn't look particularly vigilant, but it brought some comfort to them that they were here, and apparently relaxed. Civeaux sighs as they enjoy a sip of lemon-lime soda.</div><br> <br><div title="Firecracker">"PARTY!" a high-pitched voice cheers out as the tiny pink pegasus it belongs to rockets into the room with even tinier wings. Firecracker flies above most of the celebrations, wearing nothing as usual, as she looks this way and that with glee! She takes a few moments to watch all the people moving about, inspect the decorations put up, and sniff at the scent of food! Lots of food! "Ooooo!" she expresses giddily, practically vibrating with excitement before zipping down to one of the more treaty-looking stands to pick up a snack, even if that snack is bigger than she is. The whole time, the pegasus is wigglin' her booty to the beat of the music filling the lobby.</div><br> <br><div title="Lilac">Lilac slithers into the mall's main concourse from the great outdoors, having arrived at the celebration in a bit of a hurry after losing track of time. "Phew.." She huffs as she catches her breath while looking about the area. The cow-lamia is garbed in a glittering blue dress, tailored especially for this occasion with the help of a friend. She sways over towards the refreshment table, looking over what's on offer as she takes the chance to glance over the other attendees, looking for a familiar face to saunter over to. She smiles on hearing Otto's name, looking over in that direction after grabbing for herself a glass of something... blue, and sweet. Tastes kinda funny.. in a nice way.</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">Phosphorus showed up early. It's not out of an eagerness to participate in the celebrations -- she had voiced her objections previously, on the public BBS, but she was under some obligation to guard the event, in some official capacity, after the hostile post that showed up on the system. VIP protection -was- in her job description, after all. Her clothes are plain, the panda showing up in a pair of tan trousers, a pair of matching tan combat boots, a comfortable, slightly loose grey tee, and a drab olive green canvas jacket. A rucksack is slung over her shoulders -- it's rather large, but nothing too rude. It's also tan, though appears to be a relic of some sort of military service, down to a water bladder straw that's dangling off of the support strap. |
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| + | The panda decided to rely on the other K9s to chat with Giovanni, while she did a few ciruits around the celebration area to get a feel for it. There's too many entrances. There's too many places to hide. Too many angles to defend. She emits a bit of a sigh, deciding to slip into the crowd, ears perked, eyes glancing at people warily, keeping an eye and ear out for suspicious activity, or conversations that might hint at something dangerous. Business, as usual.</div><br> <br><div title="Miru">As more and more people filed in, some movement could be seen on the stage. A well-dressed gryphon lady stood up and waved at the crowd, "Welcome ladies, gentlemen, and all citizens. I hope you are enjoying the food." She said with a nod before looking a at a little script of paper, "Today is a hard day for many of us, but just as the nanite apocalypse took from us, it also gave us minor gifts in return. Today we are not here to celebrate that event. Instead, we are here to celebrate the rebuilding effort. How we slowly went from doomed survivors into a new civilization born from the ashes of the old. We have cried for long enough, today marks the day we dry our tears, stand up, and move into a new brighter future. Dr. Long will be coming on this stage later to talk to you more about our rebuilding efforts, but for now...enjoy the music." And with that the gryphon gets off the stage, and lets the band already on stage to begin playing. | ||
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| + | The mall is as busy as anyone can remember. Plenty of beings mingle and celebrate with others, even the second floor is getting crowded. Some might notice a brightly coloured drone with the logo of INU floating about, looks like the press is also here to keep tabs on the event.</div><br> <br><div title="Anderson">Anderson waves to Ebreus as he arrives, suddenly feeling very small next to the two Hellhounds. "Oh, h-hey Ebreus. J-just, um... Just w-wanted to s-say hey t-to Otto." The drake hesitates to glance around and seeing a few familiar faces among a host of unfamiliar ones, and then looks to Otto and asks, "S-so... um... d-do... Do y-you t-take commission o-orders for... um... f-for weapons? I-I h-heard y-you, erm... you're... d-doing r-really well, o-on y-your own."</div><br> <br><div title="Edel">Edel tips down the brim of her hat and drapes an arm lazily over her sheathed sword's hilt, before sauntering off down the stairs, into the celebration proper. She might not be part of the K9 team, but security was still her concern, as an honourary mallrat. Through the crowd she winds, fluffy tail trailing behind her, til she reaches out to try and tap Phosphorus on the shoulder. "You seem on edge. Mind the bathroom. It's an unlikely breach location."</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">"Eh, huh?" The hound seemed a touch distracted. His glance wanders off from the bunny girl in the distance, his impulse to talk her up halted by the sudden tap to his side. He looks over to the storm dragon, noting that he was just... well, a foot at most shorter than him. "Uhhh, heya!" the hound greets hailly, then snatches the fellow's hand and shakes it vigorously. "Welcome to the P-Day anniversairy celebration! Yes sirree! That's me! Yer... uhh... yer scent is familiar there, fella'. I can't quite place yah..." | ||
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| + | His train of thought is once again derailed once he hears Ebreus' voice. "Eh, what? Oh, pffsh..." he waves a paw dismissively. "Draken by a mile. I know I can't hold my booze. You saw what I was like after a swig of that lamp oil gunk you made. Good stuff, but damn did it knock me the hell out." Otto chuckles into one paw and gives his friend a playful punch to the shoulder. "So uhhh... yeah! I want something to loosen up with, but I ain't gonna do nothin' too crazy or whatever." | ||
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| + | His glance then wanders around the crowd, a sharp whistle parting his lips, "Quite the crowd, huh... look at that beauty over there." he nods at a bovine with a serpentine body. "Exotic or what? I wouldn't mind getting to know her a bit more, you know?" he casts the two a little wink, then averts his gaze over elsewhere. "Hey... isn't that..." a squint and a scrunch of the nose as he tries to discern something through the crowd. "Phosphorus? Was she a commander or... Tactics Specialist? I think? I've heard a few things about her... she's one dynamite gal." the hound snickers, then flinches and folds his ears down once he hears that shrill cry of pure joy from a very familiar source. Ah, classic Firecracker. There was no way in Hell she'd miss a party, and Otto would know. He guarded the place. The hound sighs softly, then looks back at Anderson, realizing something. "OH! Sorry! You were sayin' something, there?" | ||
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| + | Just then, he was interrupted once AGAIN... though this time by the gryphon on the stage. Can't blame her, it was her job. Damn, she looked good. As her words flow, the hound nods aling, and once she finishes speaking "FUCK YEAH!" he roars out, one fist raised, before lowering it and laughing softly, before turning back to Anderson. "Eh, commissions? Uhh, yeah! I mean, yeah! I do. Watcha looking to have made?"</div><br> <br><div title="Aaron">Aaron decides to take this opportunity to do something she's had the chance to do on multiple occasions, but never actually undertaken. Trusting the K9s to keep watch over the event for the time being, the doe winds her way past this person and that, with the goal in mind of introducing herself in a more direct manner to the target of her search...and hopefully not the target of much, much more. | ||
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| + | Unless stopped, she will approach Giovanni Sabella and wait close by for him to finish the conversation with the officer that currently has him occupied before introducing herself. The man has a lot of ideas that echo her own, and could conceivably be a valuable ally if she can make a connection. Partying is all well and good, but nothing will make better icing on the cake than progress toward the very thing they're celebrating.</div><br> <br><div title="Civeaux">The soda is delightfully refreshing, tingling their bitty maw with its effervescence. They see some operatives, clearly out of place in more civilianesque clothes, looming about, with their eyes on every unoccupied corridor or doorway. It was hard to miss the two hellhounds, and so Civeaux kept their distance from them, instead, sticking to the comfortable alternative of socialization--snacks and free drinks! | ||
| + | Out of the corner of their eye, Civeaux spots a fluttering, crimson pegasus, whom could possibly fit in their paws. They continue to look around, maintaining their anchored status at the refreshment table, on the look-out for other introverted types. All of the muscles around here put them in a relative state of unease.</div> | ||
Revision as of 01:40, 12 February 2018
Participants
Date
11/2/2018
Log
The event will soon start. More and more civilians have arrived, from various factions and groups. It is noticeable that there is a sizable Mall rat presence, to be expected, and Prommies. A number of politicians can also be seen in the crowd, of note is Giovanni Sabella who is conversing with one of the K9 officers. No sign of Dr. Long yet.
Standing near the refreshment stall, but not really eating or drinking anything, is a rose-furred feline in a black bodycon dress. Over the dress she wears a navy woolen shrug that seems to be hand-crocheted, and there's enough gaps in the fabric that one can barely make out a leather holster. It seems like Rosi is expecting trouble at the event, if the way she glances warily at anyone going for snacks is any indication.
As she often did, when things were going on around the mall, Edel had arrived. She didn't expect anyone to make a move on Rod, but ever since that last time she made a note to be on hand just in case. Never keeping him out of sight, the tanuki was leaning on the banister of the upper level, dressed in her black and gold regal robe, stifling a yawn as she cast her gaze over the scene. It had been a while since she'd been to any kind of celebration, anyway. Could be fun.
Aaron isn't one to miss this, especially since the grand high poobah of the OWO WATS THIS has started whining about it. She'll tell him to play ball or get lost as often as it takes, and if he doesn't make an appearance here, she'll be very surprised. Or his goons, anyway. Showing up on the scene, she looks to the mall rats and K9s and tosses them a firm glance and nod of solidarity - 'I'm on your side', it seems to say.
T'was a good day to be alive! The anniversairy of Promethean Day, that is! Even though... on that day pretty much most people were dissolved into organic mush by the nanites and died a terrible, horrible death, but HEY! Transformations are a thing for the survivors, right? That's gotta be a reason to celebrate! Bah, it's like Otto's mall rat buddy used to say, if you find yourself thinking about it, stop, drop, and boogie.
The hound was ready to get his groove on, a celebratory mood taking him on this day as he gleefully makes his way to the mall in his typical style, leaping roof to roof before arriving at the entrance with a *THUD*. The hound was dressed well for the occasion, a neat leather coat, pantaloons leading into steel capped boots and an ushanka on his head. Whatever lay beneath his coat was a mystery to all, but knowing the canine, he had quite the lot of holdout weapons.
He didn't go anywhere without his throwing knives these days... and what with his recent delving into the toxic and explosive, odds are he had his grenades and aerosols somewhere on him. Thankfully, he was missing the flamethrower he toted around from time to time. Oof, could you imagine if he showed up with that thing strapped to his back? Shameful...
Wandering into the crowd, the hound nods to himself and smiles widely. "Now this is what I am talking about. Damn, Rod really put effort into this. So!" he clasps his paws and asks out loud "Where the booze at?!" Seems he was more than ready to get his lit on, he was eager as well.Anderson arrives to the party-ready lobby of the mall. He went to the trouble of getting his nice suit on as well as a pistol in a coat-holster just in case. The grey dragon in green sighs, being off to the side of the lobby when he spots... Otto? The drake recalls his name somewhere from the older RSX agent records, but Andy didn't recall meeting him. Although, he knows the guy is handy with weapons... He moves over towards the towering canine and taps him on the arm. "H-hello? Are y-you Otto the... th-the gunsmith?" stutters the Storm Dragon, wishing he didn't sound so meek this time around.
Ebreus arrives, jogging up to the mall, shortly after Otto's landing. He wears us usual clothes, a strange mix between preP-Day dress casual and leather armor with a trencch coat thrown in for style... and possibly warmth. "Hey Otto. Glad to see you could make it!" he says as they step inside. He mutters, "Can't believe Z made Debbie work today." under his breath as Otto loudly asks where the alcoholic drinks were. He snickers, "Sometime we're going to have to see who can drink more, you or Draken." in response to his question.
He then looks over the crowd and then up to the overlooks on the second floor. Taking note of the K9 security and using his thermal vision to get a sense of what obvious weapons anyone else has brought. He starts to make his way over to the concession stand when he hears a familiar voice ask after Otto. He turns to the Storm Dragon and says, "Hi Andi."
Civeaux is happy to take a break from their mind-numbingly dullard day of doing laboratory tests. Though the idea of celebrating the day everything went south (so to speak) was a little wild to them, what was a life without joy? They ditch their labcoat before proceeding to the mall, in the corduroy, with a sensible red sweater covering most of their bits of human features.
%t Entering the main corridor, they are blink in surprise at the crowd--they've only seen a veritable throng like this in the lobby of the Zephyr Building! Civeaux takes a deep breath, putting their anxieties away, and looks for a good place to stand and mingle, preferably with some of the softer looking folks. Their eyes, looking at the beverages, drawn to some refreshing sodas. They look about, to the others in the crowd, cautiously. The K9 presence here didn't look particularly vigilant, but it brought some comfort to them that they were here, and apparently relaxed. Civeaux sighs as they enjoy a sip of lemon-lime soda.
"PARTY!" a high-pitched voice cheers out as the tiny pink pegasus it belongs to rockets into the room with even tinier wings. Firecracker flies above most of the celebrations, wearing nothing as usual, as she looks this way and that with glee! She takes a few moments to watch all the people moving about, inspect the decorations put up, and sniff at the scent of food! Lots of food! "Ooooo!" she expresses giddily, practically vibrating with excitement before zipping down to one of the more treaty-looking stands to pick up a snack, even if that snack is bigger than she is. The whole time, the pegasus is wigglin' her booty to the beat of the music filling the lobby.
Lilac slithers into the mall's main concourse from the great outdoors, having arrived at the celebration in a bit of a hurry after losing track of time. "Phew.." She huffs as she catches her breath while looking about the area. The cow-lamia is garbed in a glittering blue dress, tailored especially for this occasion with the help of a friend. She sways over towards the refreshment table, looking over what's on offer as she takes the chance to glance over the other attendees, looking for a familiar face to saunter over to. She smiles on hearing Otto's name, looking over in that direction after grabbing for herself a glass of something... blue, and sweet. Tastes kinda funny.. in a nice way.
Phosphorus showed up early. It's not out of an eagerness to participate in the celebrations -- she had voiced her objections previously, on the public BBS, but she was under some obligation to guard the event, in some official capacity, after the hostile post that showed up on the system. VIP protection -was- in her job description, after all. Her clothes are plain, the panda showing up in a pair of tan trousers, a pair of matching tan combat boots, a comfortable, slightly loose grey tee, and a drab olive green canvas jacket. A rucksack is slung over her shoulders -- it's rather large, but nothing too rude. It's also tan, though appears to be a relic of some sort of military service, down to a water bladder straw that's dangling off of the support strap.
The panda decided to rely on the other K9s to chat with Giovanni, while she did a few ciruits around the celebration area to get a feel for it. There's too many entrances. There's too many places to hide. Too many angles to defend. She emits a bit of a sigh, deciding to slip into the crowd, ears perked, eyes glancing at people warily, keeping an eye and ear out for suspicious activity, or conversations that might hint at something dangerous. Business, as usual.
As more and more people filed in, some movement could be seen on the stage. A well-dressed gryphon lady stood up and waved at the crowd, "Welcome ladies, gentlemen, and all citizens. I hope you are enjoying the food." She said with a nod before looking a at a little script of paper, "Today is a hard day for many of us, but just as the nanite apocalypse took from us, it also gave us minor gifts in return. Today we are not here to celebrate that event. Instead, we are here to celebrate the rebuilding effort. How we slowly went from doomed survivors into a new civilization born from the ashes of the old. We have cried for long enough, today marks the day we dry our tears, stand up, and move into a new brighter future. Dr. Long will be coming on this stage later to talk to you more about our rebuilding efforts, but for now...enjoy the music." And with that the gryphon gets off the stage, and lets the band already on stage to begin playing.
The mall is as busy as anyone can remember. Plenty of beings mingle and celebrate with others, even the second floor is getting crowded. Some might notice a brightly coloured drone with the logo of INU floating about, looks like the press is also here to keep tabs on the event.
Anderson waves to Ebreus as he arrives, suddenly feeling very small next to the two Hellhounds. "Oh, h-hey Ebreus. J-just, um... Just w-wanted to s-say hey t-to Otto." The drake hesitates to glance around and seeing a few familiar faces among a host of unfamiliar ones, and then looks to Otto and asks, "S-so... um... d-do... Do y-you t-take commission o-orders for... um... f-for weapons? I-I h-heard y-you, erm... you're... d-doing r-really well, o-on y-your own."
Edel tips down the brim of her hat and drapes an arm lazily over her sheathed sword's hilt, before sauntering off down the stairs, into the celebration proper. She might not be part of the K9 team, but security was still her concern, as an honourary mallrat. Through the crowd she winds, fluffy tail trailing behind her, til she reaches out to try and tap Phosphorus on the shoulder. "You seem on edge. Mind the bathroom. It's an unlikely breach location."
"Eh, huh?" The hound seemed a touch distracted. His glance wanders off from the bunny girl in the distance, his impulse to talk her up halted by the sudden tap to his side. He looks over to the storm dragon, noting that he was just... well, a foot at most shorter than him. "Uhhh, heya!" the hound greets hailly, then snatches the fellow's hand and shakes it vigorously. "Welcome to the P-Day anniversairy celebration! Yes sirree! That's me! Yer... uhh... yer scent is familiar there, fella'. I can't quite place yah..."
His train of thought is once again derailed once he hears Ebreus' voice. "Eh, what? Oh, pffsh..." he waves a paw dismissively. "Draken by a mile. I know I can't hold my booze. You saw what I was like after a swig of that lamp oil gunk you made. Good stuff, but damn did it knock me the hell out." Otto chuckles into one paw and gives his friend a playful punch to the shoulder. "So uhhh... yeah! I want something to loosen up with, but I ain't gonna do nothin' too crazy or whatever."
His glance then wanders around the crowd, a sharp whistle parting his lips, "Quite the crowd, huh... look at that beauty over there." he nods at a bovine with a serpentine body. "Exotic or what? I wouldn't mind getting to know her a bit more, you know?" he casts the two a little wink, then averts his gaze over elsewhere. "Hey... isn't that..." a squint and a scrunch of the nose as he tries to discern something through the crowd. "Phosphorus? Was she a commander or... Tactics Specialist? I think? I've heard a few things about her... she's one dynamite gal." the hound snickers, then flinches and folds his ears down once he hears that shrill cry of pure joy from a very familiar source. Ah, classic Firecracker. There was no way in Hell she'd miss a party, and Otto would know. He guarded the place. The hound sighs softly, then looks back at Anderson, realizing something. "OH! Sorry! You were sayin' something, there?"
Just then, he was interrupted once AGAIN... though this time by the gryphon on the stage. Can't blame her, it was her job. Damn, she looked good. As her words flow, the hound nods aling, and once she finishes speaking "FUCK YEAH!" he roars out, one fist raised, before lowering it and laughing softly, before turning back to Anderson. "Eh, commissions? Uhh, yeah! I mean, yeah! I do. Watcha looking to have made?"Aaron decides to take this opportunity to do something she's had the chance to do on multiple occasions, but never actually undertaken. Trusting the K9s to keep watch over the event for the time being, the doe winds her way past this person and that, with the goal in mind of introducing herself in a more direct manner to the target of her search...and hopefully not the target of much, much more.
Unless stopped, she will approach Giovanni Sabella and wait close by for him to finish the conversation with the officer that currently has him occupied before introducing herself. The man has a lot of ideas that echo her own, and could conceivably be a valuable ally if she can make a connection. Partying is all well and good, but nothing will make better icing on the cake than progress toward the very thing they're celebrating.
The soda is delightfully refreshing, tingling their bitty maw with its effervescence. They see some operatives, clearly out of place in more civilianesque clothes, looming about, with their eyes on every unoccupied corridor or doorway. It was hard to miss the two hellhounds, and so Civeaux kept their distance from them, instead, sticking to the comfortable alternative of socialization--snacks and free drinks!
Out of the corner of their eye, Civeaux spots a fluttering, crimson pegasus, whom could possibly fit in their paws. They continue to look around, maintaining their anchored status at the refreshment table, on the look-out for other introverted types. All of the muscles around here put them in a relative state of unease.
