Cakesplosion at the Z - RPLOG
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Wednesday December 4, 2019=Log=
A bit of a crowd has gathered in and around the Zephyr building. Rumors of everything from Aliens to Elvis have been flying around Fairhaven for the last couple of days with the only consistent thing being the time and the place: Here. And Now.
Even the employees of Zephyr seem to be in the dark about all this. Nothing has come down from the big boys upstairs or the labs or anything. There seems to be a bit of extra security around as well.
As the clock finally ticks over to High Noon, there is a sudden hush of expectancy....
Euoia fidgets a bit. Sie heard the rumors from others that have been salvaging with hir. Sie expected the worst. Sure, Elvis coming back from the dead would be interesting. But the rumors of world domination? Sie really needed to be sure what is going on.
Sie sits along the wall, paying as much attention to the rest of the room as best as sie can.
Shades? Check. Uniform? Check. Revolver? Check. Badge? Check. Magnus never could have guessed that one of these days he'd be an enforcer of the law, but here he was now, molded and shaped by his interactions and experiences, thrust into a path that he never saw himself ever setting foot upon. One thing he had to admit to himself however, he looked damn good in his black police uniform. The fabric of his slacks and jacket was soft like cotton, breathable and tidy, hugging his body in just the right way, the emblem of the K9 police force present on either sleeve of his uniform just under each shoulder.
In one hand he held a large cup of coffee, while the other was held in his jacket pocket. The fennec would pace around the crowd, scanning for trouble. After all, it was his job. He kept his nose leveled and expression tugged into that familiar subtle smirk, eyes darting from place to place behind those shades as he tries to spot the presence of anyone looking to be a pain in the ass. But there wouldn't be any problems around here, right? This was Zephyr's headquarters. Anyone getting in the way of their money making schemes might suddenly find themselves missing, after all~
Leighton is leaning against a nearby wall. Her eyes scanning the crowd, but for familiar faces, rather than trouble. She had only joined the crowd cause she had randomly happened about it, after a shift in the lab. Having gotten six different reasons for the gathering from five people caught her interest.
Elvis was a name that Nena vaguely recognized. Just don't ask her any questions about him. Still, whatever was going on, Nena, being the curious snoop that she is, had to know. The tiger woman looms behind Magnus, stepping up with a flick of her tail and leans forward. "Hello, officer," she says, unable to resist the chance for a bit of ribbing. "I wish they could've picked a different place for this big mystery thing. I can't even smoke here," she laments, stuffing her hands in the pockets of her jacket.
Korune Korune and Mevir stumble up to the Zephyr building looking like they are just returning from the mall, bundles, packages, and bags of various size occupy the chimera's multiple paws, he looks around at the crowd curiously. Fairly vulnerable with all his paws full and Mevir riding on his back, he stays near the edge of the activity, trying to get an idea of whats going on. He heard some mumblings of activity but just waved it off as nothing new or the excited babblings of other agents or mutants. He looks up to Mevir, "Do you know whats going on?"
Mevir looks around for himself at the gathered crowd, not alot of familiar faces to be had, then again not like he knew that many. The wyvern backpack on Korune just shakes his head and slinks back, lowering himself. "Nope, not a clue."
There is a collective start from the crowd as a tinny little fanfare comes from somewhere up above. Confetti rains down from the ceiling and a pair of nearly three story high banners roll down from the upper floor of the atrium. They are both hand painted, and if looks are anything to go by, hand painted by an eight-year-old child. There are splotches and splatters all over, and simple hearts, stars and little ball animals are painted in abundance with paw prints scattered throughout. The rough lettering on each sign reads: "Happy DeceBmer! Time for a FUN SuRprize!" The best part, is that they are both misspelled, and miscapitalized in the exact same way. Arrows on the bottoms of the signs point toward the large, employee cantina.
Euoia squints forcefully at the banners. "This seems like a trap..." Sie started moving to the employee cantina. "I wonder if this will be the event that lets me reveal Magical Girl Euoia to the world. Well, time to see what kind of trap this is."
Sie grabbed a soda from hir magical pouch in spacetime. The soda helped whet hir throat as sie finishes it moving into the cantina.
"What is this, a festival organized by the Promethean babysitting organization or something?" Magnus mutters to himself as he squints at the misspelled words on the giant banners. "Who and for how much did they bribe Big Z for this?" Shrugging deeply, Magnus goes about his day, passing by Korune with a nod and a 'Yo', resuming his patrol through the area. Once Nena approaches him, he'd cast a glance her way and flash a toothy smile, hand swinging to hive the tigress a firm swat on the ass. "Hello yourself, gorgeous. Your guess is as good as mine, I'm just here to keep an eye on things. And please, just Mags. Titles are bullshit." He'd cast a wink her way.
Leighton raises her eyebrows at the quality of the banners. Her yellow eyes dart to the people around her and seeing that at least some people in the crowd are already starting to make their way in, the dragon-girl follows suit. She briefly spots Magnus, who seems to be the only familiar face around, but decides not to approach him, after seeing the uniform.
Korune nods to the drake, "Go ahead, I will run these down to the apartment real quick and meet you back here." he says to Mevir. He waits for the drake to disembark, once they do, he steps over to the elevator down and hits the button with a tentacle, he looks back to Mevir as the bell chimes and the doors slide open, the melodic digital voice speaking, "Going Down." He steps into the elevator and the doors close.
Mevir dismounts from Korune's back, noting "Arright K, I'll secure us some.. seats I suppose?" he looks up at the employee area, striding up it with his usual all-fours locomotion, following the others and wondering what the commotion is about.
