Battle Hymn of the OWO - RPLOG
Participants
Date
30/12/2017
Log
The 30th of December, just two days away from the new year. It was a cold, windy afternoon, no the coldest but cold enough for some. That did not seem to affect a lot of the people in this gathering, they had more important business on their minds. Some looked angry, as if they were wronged by some unseen enemy, while others appeared jubilant enough that you would think they were awaiting the coming of their promised messiah. The vast majority were between those two states, seemingly just happy that something was happening. All in all, minus the fur and weapons...this all looked like your typical small town rally for some candidate to a state position, in fact....one would think it was designed to look that way.
As the time passed by, more and more survivors came to this little gathering, some just stumbling upon the little rally and deciding to stay and watch. The more feral looking mutants would however always be scared off by the OWO, but again most groups would scare off a naked mutant looking to start an orgy. Near the impromptu HQ of the OWO, where the speakers are likely sitting right now, a little Victorian explorer seemed to be arguing with a guard; unfortunately, it would take someone to jump through the gathering and walk past the guards to see what that was about.
Skylar was one of the mutants that heard about this rally happening, the dragoness felt a bit out of her element with so many humans around, she was still getting used to getting out in the streets again after a long while in a desk job and this was weirding her out. Spotting Miru arguing with a guard, she felt a bit of familiarity in seeing the journalist that interviewed her a few days ago, she tries closing in to her, making sure to steer clear from the angrier people and being very apologetic when she bumps into someone in the crowd. A series of 'sorry', 'oops', 'my bad hehe' happens as the top heavy dragoness navigates her way.
Callidora saunters casually through the crowd, smiling at anyone who pays her attention and also winking if they got her 'attention' in return. She's looking curiously about her at the various people present, taking note of them all though for different reasons than anyone there for more serious reasons. Unless interrupted first she might reach the argument by the stage, barring guards/ angry people stopping her or a particularly cute human-looking male being in the crowd.
Astara was more of a sight than many others, even many mutants.
The foxtaur had the mind to shrink herself to a (more) manageable 7 feet in height, shaving off about 2 to 3 feet, but she was still tall and imposing inherently in her build. Certainly on the extreme end of sexuality, too: the taur was endowed in every way possible, and could do little to constrain the several large rows of dripping breasts down below, stupidly large balls, nor the huge sheath that contained her (thankfully unerect) cock. Astara did, however, have her upper half clothed in a very Promethean-styled armor that hugged her human upper torso.
Keeping her distance at first, Astara skirted around the outer edge of the crowd towards the front. The last thing she wanted to do was cause too much of a commotion, or get any of the humans messy. She kept a non-threatening smile on her human face, but her blackened sclera and rather demonic-looking horns might yet undermine her intent...
Aaron has been a fixture in Fairhaven for years and years, enough that some of the locals might even recognize her...and that and two bucks will buy her a cup of coffee, around here. She expects no special consideration, working her way through the crowd as she does, trying to get closer to the front to hear what's being said. Those tall lapine ears naturally stand out among the crowd, granting her that extra height boost (and partially blocking the view of whoever is standing behind her, sorry about that). The presence of a few other mutants - including one she recognizes, thank goodness - is not lost on her, but she's not here on anyone's behalf but her own...for the purpose she seeks to serve is one no one else has stepped up to speak upon.
The flag of the USA, the Great Seal, the statue of liberty- all of these unmistakable symbols of the old world had been catching Cream's eye around Fairhaven in the form of graffiti, only recognizable to her thanks to her parents' teachings. Ancient relics of a life and ideology that she never belonged to, never had a chance to. She didn't think much of them until she was approached and invited to some kind of ragtag meeting, and now here she is, trying not to gawk too much at the largest gathering of humans she's ever seen in her life. Despite some trouble finding a place to see past the taller folks, she manages to get a half-decent glance at the going ons ahead of the crowd. Was that a pith helmet she just saw?
As our intrepid agents started filing in, more movement started occurring on behalf of the organizers with whispered words, and harried movement among the guards. In fact, some OWO members have began wadding into the attending groups, armed with pamphlets and ready to begin propaganda bombardment.
Skylar would earn herself a couple of nasty looks as she waded through the gathering, but by the halfway point she would find the hand of an angry-looking bald human in front of her, "Listen here, Missy. I get it. We all want to meet The Patriot, but respect your fellow American citizens. It would be best if you went towards the back or you can stay here, but no messing about." Callidora on the other hand is stopped by the much more standard 'five idiots who have no idea they are blocking the pavement, still assholes.' Looks like she will have to force her way through that, or just stay in position. To add to her trouble, she is suddenly pushed sideways as a guard who was standing nearby rushed past her towards the perimeter.
Further away around the 'entrance' to the gathering, the reason for the rushing guard is made clear. The mutant known as Astara didn't really look like she would fit here at all, made clear by the three humans moving towards her with their hands tight around their weapons. They were exchanging whispers among them before being shushed by the most senior-looking of the trio. The stern looking middle-aged lady then spoke up, "Hello mutant. I am guessing you are interested in the gathering? If not, then take a hike. If so, then I would kindly ask you to remain around the perimeter and to not move closer. Security you know, also health and safety." The two 'excuses' were muttered as if she wanted to make up a reason but gave up half-way through.
Aaron would receive a hand on her shoulder If she looked back then she would see a young lady born after P-day, who Aaron might or might not recognize. "Mrs Aaron. I am so happy to see you here. I knew someone like you would support The Patriot!" The young husky-morph said with a grin.
Cream has been ignored...for about a minute before a rather buxom lady in corporate attire shoved a pamphlet in her face. "Aren't you the cutest, little Miss. Are you here to learn more about our dear Columbia? That is the right thing for a young American girl to do, I bet you would have made a great Girl Scout back in my day." The lady said in a sickeningly-sweet tone.
