Some love for our Emergency Medical Team - RPLOG
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Saturday July 6, 2019=Log=
The setting was fairly modest all things considered, the racing ring much the way it's always been, kept neat and well maintained. What few racers were usually around now had the day off as the track had been cleared and given a temporary new purpose. Among the stands where the crowd would sit and enjoy the races were perched a few tables, lined with all sorts of snacks and treats. There were drinks and delicacies of all sorts, sweet and salty, bitter and mild, spicy and bland it mattered not.
Magnus meanwhile was dressed much the same he always was. Just a pair of knee-length camo cargo shorts, a white T'shirt and nothing else. He'd be conversing with the guests, every so often taking a donation or two either digitally or physically in the form of chips or valuables. The entry was, ofcourse, free. However the presence of security was scarcely apparent, though quite real. From time to time, the sound of the starting gun would be heard, as folks tried to complete the daily goal set. To beat the yearly best lap times of 2018!
A dark-furred kitsune clothed in a casual grey button-down shirt and worn jeans enters the stands and makes his way over to the snack table. He had heard there was some sort of event going on today, and the prospect of making a bit of money was quite the enticement to break normal routines. He gravitates towards some of the spicier sausage and cheese snacks, making little bite-sized sandwiches. He glances around to see if there was anyone here he recognized and immediately spots the fennec. Making his way over, he gives a brief wave and says, "Hey Mags, how're you today? Nice set up you have here. Figured I'd try my hand at stealing away some winning from here." He gives a wide grin before tossing another snack in his mouth.
The fox was in the middle of a conversation with one of the locals, a female husky with a coat of fiery fur, not lireally, just a vibrant shade of deep orange. As Zen nears, she listens in and casts him an odd look, Magnus as well. "Eh? Steal winnings? No no no no no." He'd shake his head. "This is a charity. Sorry to burst you bubble or anything, but you don't really steal from a charity. I don't need to be telling you that though."
"I think I'm gonna go get another guard to watch the lockbox." the husky states as she sets her drink down on the table beside them, then walks off without another word. "Aaaanyway..." Magnus would go on "I intend to help the EMT service by collecting and giving funds for em'."
"Truth be told it was an excuse to throw a party and load up on snacks. I have cash to spare and nothing to use it on, so here we are. ANYWAY!" his hands clasp. "If you have a racer or want to try the laps youself, for every person that beats the best laptimes of 2018 I will donate one million creds to the EMT for new equipment. And just to make things even more interesting, if someone manages to beat ME in a race, then I'll sign up for First Aid lessons and join the EMT myself!"
Theresa makes her way into the arena, looking about a bit, showing that she hasn't visited before. The vixen soon caugh eye of the drink, wandering over to have something to sip at. The second thing that catches her gaze is the fennec. Making her way over, she raises a hand in greeting. "So, gone all charity on us, huh?" The kitsune woman giggles. "Excuse for a party? Parties excuse themselves in my world. The vixen seems to think a little. "The EMT, huh?"
Zen gives a nervous chuckle and says, "Right, right, donations for charity and all." He glances towards the track where he can see a few racers sprinting through the course, "Well, it does sound like it is for a good cause. Not sure I could beat you in a foot race, but the idea of 'you' being an EMT responder is pretty entertaining. Maybe I'll have to give you a run for it." As the other kitsune approaches, Zen turns to her and gives a quick once over. "Oh, hello there. I don't believe I've seen you around before." He offers a handshake and says, "I'm Zen."
Seeing Theresa approach, Magnus perks an ear and listens to her works, his muzzle tugging into a smirk as she teases him about the event. "Oh no! I am trying to do a good! Woe is you for this sudden mind-shattering change of pace! Pffsh." he'd wave it off and roll his eyes. "That's true, parties are their own excuses by all damn means but a fella can change things up every so often. Besides, what are you, jealous I won't spend my riches spoiling you or something?" the fox winks and swings a hand to strike the kitsune's ass. "Enjoy the snacks, Tess. Thanks for coming. I still owe ya some... special... treatment." Magnus winks slyly before turning towards Zen. "Sure. You try anything dirty though and I'm afraid I'll have to have to have you "escorted" out." the fennec warns and cracks his knuckles. "Down that platform and through the hall towards the starting line, whenever you're ready."
Theresa smiles at the other kitsune. "Theresa, but do call me Tess...I don't like to be formal." She shakes his hand, looking him up and down rather blatantly. "Pleased to mee-ack!" The vixen jumps as te hand collides with her rear, but glances to the fennec and smirks. "Yeah, you still owe me a spoiling...so maybe?" The vixen jokes. "Buuut...I don't think I'm much of a runner...I'm certainly not dressed for it."
Zen gives a smirk to Magnus, "Oh, hah, I wouldn't want to get thrown out now, would I. Well... not before my racer has a chance to show her stuff in any case." He smiles and says, "Though, I can always afford a bit of exercise. Maybe I'll race you after the next bout?". He finishes the handshake with Tess and nods, "Tess then? Heh, good to meet ya. Sounds like you and Magnus are already pretty 'friendly' with one another, hmm?". He gives a toothy smile to Magnus as he turns to head closer to the track, "Well, my racer should be up soon... I wonder what that time to beat is..."
"I'm friendly with most of Fairhaven." the fennec winks and gives Theresa a teasing hip-bump. Moving over towards the railing of the track, he'd raise a finger and point at the electronic board, a primitive thing but it did its job, showing the time of the participants and the time to beat. Seems it was 97 seconds, and the closest thing anyone came to beating the lap time of 2018 was 102 seconds. "If you have a racer, go talk to Jimmy, he's down there and handles the stalls and the lineup. Doesn't look like anyone's making a try right now, so..." he'd shrug deeply as his finger points towards a cranky looking gorilla mutant down by the starting line. "By the way." Magnus yanks Zen down and whispers something into his ear, then releases him and pats his shoulder, before returning to Theresa and snagging some cookies from the table. "Are you being modest or are you trying to keep that girlish figure? I like my girls soft around the thighs anyway." he'd tease and stick his tongue out at the kitsune.
Theresa downs her drink and snickers. "Friendly? You could say that. But I like some variety, so if you want to try your luck..." Her tone is sultry and she smirks at the other kitsune. "Buut, you've got a race, no?" The vixen glances to Magnus. "Nah, that comes naturally, with all mu excercise...only one real way to add some more roundness to me." She leans in and pecks his cheek, though glances between the two. "What are you two whispering for?"
Zen smiles and gives Tess and teasing brush with one of his many tails before softly saying, "Mmmh, maybe I'll have to roll the die then. Heh, see if luck is on my side." He starts to head over to Jimmy, seeing about getting his racer a chance to show her stuff. When Magnus pulled him down, he gives just a quick nod before smiling at Tess, "Hehe, wouldn't you like to know? Don't worry, I can assure you it is nothing bad."
"Nothing that concerns you!" the fennec interjects and presses a finger against his lover's nose. "Keep that sniffer out of my business, else I won't push mine into yours anymore, and if I recall correctly, you moaned loud enough to be heard across town last time that happened." Magnus sticks his tongue out at her. "Exercise, huh? Is that what you call riding cock these days?" the male waggles his brows.
As they converse, more guests would arrive. Not much of note, just a polar bear with a baseball cap on his head and a pair of bunny mutants. The white-furred ursine pauses to ask one of the guards something, then locks his gaze onto Magnus. He approaches and casts a smile. "Hello, just here to make a small donation. Hope it helps." In his massive hand was a small chip, one of the many means by which currency is exchanged these days.
Magnus plucks it and shakes the male's hand. "Thanks fella! Enjoy the food!" he'd gesture towards the tables, earning a nod and a huff from the bear. "Ooooh, those bacon strips to look great." he'd rumble, then join the rest of the crowd assaulting the food supply. Magnus meanwhile stashes the new donation in a lockbox to his right, where two canines seemed to be idly hanging around... a bit suspiciously some might think.
Jimmy growls deeply and shakes his head, then heads into the stables to ready Zen's racer. In a few moments, they'd hear the starting gun pop and the race starts. Peering over one shoulder, Magnus looks down at the running mutants. "That thing's fast, no doubt about that." Once the lap finishes, the sign above them reads 99 seconds. "Fastest time yet! But not there, two seconds off." he'd shrug deeply. "Better luck next time."
Theresa reacts with mock offense. "First, it's not polite to whisper amongst others. Secondly, my excercise comes from running, dancing...and riding a lot of cock." She sticks her tongue out at him. She gives Zen a sympathetic smile. "Aww, it was close." As the the bear donates, she seems to think a little, smiling mischievously. "Hmmm..."
Zen watches from the sideline as his racer scurries through the course. When the time is recorded, he gives a slight sigh before giving a nod to Jimmy, "Yeah, she is for sure, but just short. I wonder which racer managed to set that record anyway? Certainly a tough time to beat." He waits over at the staging area for his racer to return, ready to praise her and giving a few reassuring scratches. "Hey Jimmy, is this a one and done sort of deal, or can the racers give it another shot? Tailwind here can certainly use a break, but I bet she'd be up for trying it again in a bit." He waits around for Jimmy to return his answer before heading back up into the stands to get himself some more snacks and converse with some of the other guests.
Upon returning he gives a smile to Tess and responds, "Yeah, she was close, but I guess it was last year's best time for a reason. He 'just' managed to hear a bit of the other remark too, flashing a toothy smile. "Heh, my my, exercise with another is 'quite' the motivator, huh?" His tails flick gently behind him as he continues, with a seductive tone, "Well, you ever need some help with your routine..." He lets that remark hang in the air a bit before giving a light laugh.
"That was so cheesy I could taste it." Magnus comments. Those ears were quite acute it seems as he sticks his tongue out at Zen. "I'm honestly surprised nobody was able to beat the time... at this rate the EMT will barely earn enough to afford some new tools, let alone the massive improvements I had planned." Just as he finishes speaking, so would the husky from before pat his shoulder and clear her throat. She'd place two fingers on her wrist and bob her head towards the entrance.
This seems to earn some understanding from Magnus, and the fennec rubs his hands together. "Right! I need to be right back." he'd announce, passing by Theresa to give her ass a firm squeeze before moving towards the nearby door, into the inner structures of the racing ring. More mutants start to wander in, a male gator, a grey-furred ferret girl and two felines it seems! The twins pause by one of the guards, while the ferret makes her way towards the railing and leans over it, watching the race below. The gator steps towards Theresa and taps her shoulder, "Pardon, I'm looking for Marcus, Marcus Jenkins, he's a kitsune a lot like you. Do you happen to know him? About the same height as you, bright orange fur, he spends a lot of time here and the rest at you folks' shrine. It's a bit of an emergency."
Theresa smirks at Zen "Very forward...I like that." The comment from Magnus makes her giggle. "Mmhmm, and if anyone knows cheese, it's you." The vixen teased back "But...if you two are going to race...how about a small bet. If if Mags wins, I pay 1 million freecred to the EMT. If he loses...well, we've already got it established that he joins the EMT." She pecked the fennec's cheek as he left. The request from the gator makes her arch a brow. "No, I'd have remembered a kitsune like that I'd think. Sorry that I couldn't help." She gives them an apolegetic smile.
A latex snow leopard enters from the lobby area, dressed in a soft leather waistcoat and skirt over some metallic leggings. Having heard about the charity event for the benefit of the Fairhaven medical services she knew she had to head over and check it out, curious to see how much was being raised for her fellow paramedics. Looking around the crowd, she spots a couple of familiar faces and heads over to greet them. "Hey Zen, Magnus" she calls out with a friendly wave. "Seems I'm a little late, have I missed all the fun"
