Patriot Arc - Celebrating Your Demise - RPLOG
From Flexible Survival
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.
