first one to make that doctor who joke loses

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Who: Everyone! All of you!
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Definitely!
When: Anytime during the toxic moon event!

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[boy oh boy, isn't everyone just so excited to explore this... charming... place...?

this is a game-wide mingle and the timeframe isn't super-important, so throw in with whatever you want! play war games, go shopping for gas masks, get lost in the wilderness, hide up in the Iskaulit and refuse to set foot on the moon, anything goes.

here's the main event info post for reference! have fun!]

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KATE BISHOP » throughout the first week

[ladybro]

MOON »

[ very early on, kate gets her hands on a sleek and stylish looking mask to help her very mortal and very human respiratory system filter out the lion's share of lethal toxins. one has to wonder if her entire wardrobe isn't filled with varied hues of purple and pink because -- no matter what day she's seen -- she always seems to match.

although she avoids a lot of conflicts on her own behalf, she often gets dragged into war games in loud and bold support of others. friends, perhaps. or crewmates. or maybe just some guy on the street whose cause seems worthwhile. after all, it's not as though the games are hurting anyone. and she particularly likes the paintball matches -- or anything that involves sharp aim, really. she's supportive of those on her team, but ruthless with those on the opposite. she might just pop out from behind a toxin-weakened tree and snipe you, fellow fleeter! or just maybe you got caught playing a strategy game with her, instead. your chances of winning would be better.

throughout the city, she hits the usual hotspots: shopping, shopping, and more shopping. but once that avenue is thoroughly exhausted (and it happens quick, given how over-saturated the hobby had been at the previous stop), kate turns to...other diversions. curious down to her bones, she spends an awful lot of time wandering the indoor museums. she's particularly struck by whatever passes for modern art on this moon. god, she could lose hours staring at walls and wide geometric prints...

finally, she uncovers something fantastic near the training grounds. although the moon is avowedly anti-violence and weapons are definitely on the blacklist, there's something universally sportsmanlike about a shooting competition. so long as the well-documented bows and arrows never leave the indoor training field (and so long as they're used in the pursuit of games greatness), she can book a range for an afternoon and lose herself in some proper archery. the arrows are blunted, but the feeling's the same. ]

BLAMELESS »

[ or catch her back on the blameless for meals, r&r, or other casual social needs. ]

[goldenglasses]

[The way Vash is playing at paintball it would be hard for many people to believe he is an actually expert at this kind of thing. Not being shot and being a sharp shooter himself.

But, he's just having a bit of fun and his bright red coat stands out like a sore thumb just begging to be hit. He was loudly chasing after a couple people he had run into earlier for a friendly game, so that might be the cause for the dramatics when Kate hits him.

His arms fly up in the air as he spins in a quick circle on his heel.] I'm hit! Oh no! I knew I was too good for this world!

[Vash falls onto his back with a thump.] Tell my wife and kids that I love them! Ugh! [Then suddenly, he is 'dead'.]

[ladybro]

[ the barrel of her paintball gun jerks upwards -- clearing the shot, and making sure any accidental trigger-pulls wouldn't result in unintended hits. kate laughs, belly-deep and genuine. they might be on opposite teams, but she can appreciate a thespian when she sees one.

she can't applaud with her gun in hand, so she flashes the man in the red coat an enthusiastic thumbs up. ] Encore, [ she prompts. ] Encore!

[goldenglasses]

[One of Vash's eyes opens and a cheeky grin spreads across his face.] Encore, huh? Alright!

[He twitches and gurgles. Rolling around on the ground.] Ouch! Ah! They got me captain! The world! It's growing cold and dark! Make sure you avenge me! AVENGE ME!!

[Then suddenly all the energy he was rolling about with stops in an instant as his arms fall to the ground in 'death'.]

[ladybro]

[ they'd gathered a little crowd: a willing little audience, some of whom had been participants in the same game they'd just interrupted with their hijinks. and one of them (a young kid barely into his teenage years) took it upon himself to avenge the red-coated dramatist. the first shot skims kate's arm, smudging it blue. the next lands squarely in the middle of her rib cage. she is, after all, the villain of the story.

laughing, she sinks to her knees. ] Consider yourself officially avenged.

[goldenglasses]

Good! My children would be proud! You know, if I had any. [Vash jumps to his feet effortlessly without using his arms to bow to the crowd.] Thank you! Thank you! I'll be here all week! And I couldn't have done it without my lovely, but "evil" [He even does the air quotes.] assistant and brave hero co-star!

action > museum

[takingkarabusiness]

[ Kara is in the museum as well, blue respirator around her neck while she's inside. she's puzzling over some of the modern art, and since kate is the only other person who seems like a flooter in the room, she'll come up next to her and speak conversationally ]

I feel like this is too many layers. I have a hard enough time with some of the modern art on Earth... Moon alien modern art might be too far removed, you know?

action > museum

[ladybro]

[ kate's mask is also lowered -- settled around her neck like some kind of fluorescent bandanna. she's stood in front of a large piece made almost entirely of...circles? circles within circles. but the material is something so hauntingly otherworldly. not quite paint, but more like starlight.

she shifts her posture and glances at the blonde. ] Tell me about it. But -- it's good to know that some things are universal. Like pretentious art. [ ... ] Aaand museum donation drives.

[ with a girlish smile, she tips her head towards a 'donate!' bin not far from the museum's entrance. ]

[takingkarabusiness]

The arts really are universally underfunded, huh?

But at least there's a museum at all. That really shows that there's at least some appreciation for this art by someone. What do you think this is painted with?

[ she tilts her head. maybe it'd make more sense if she were an alien with an upside down head ]

[ladybro]

Space-paint. Maybe space-gouache or space-acrylic. [ her smile stays hapless. ever since she'd arrived, her defense mechanism has been to wave a lot of things off as space-whatevers. ]

I expected more landscapes. You know, hopeful nostalgic greenery. But I guess that's just a little too tragic for the locals.

[takingkarabusiness]

They're probably more interested in how they'll forge their own futures.

[ the topic unexpectedly hits her close to home, so to speak. she decides to change the subject ]

I'm Kara, by the way. Kara Danvers.

[touchofrogue]

Rogue had kept the standard mask, and had it hanging loosely around her neck while sitting in an art museum, staring at the landscape art. She glanced over when Kate entered, lifted a gloved hand and gave a wave.

[ladybro]

"Rogue!"

Her instinct was to be friendly. And why not? Rogue might not be Rogue, like from home, but the one time Kate had seen the Rogue from home she'd been...cool, actually. And supportive. And learning that there was another version knocking 'round the fleet along with the rest of their patchwork quilt of masks? It wasn't a terrible thing.

Kate ignored some of the larger (and certainly stunning) hanging pieces as she crossed the wide gallery-room to join Rogue on her bench. "I'm not interrupting, am I?"

[touchofrogue]

Rogue shook her head, "Nah. Just - findin' it interestin' what their concept of a landscape is.

If 'interesting' was the word. "How ya been, Kate?"

[ladybro]

"Oh, you know. Up and down."

She curled her fingers beneath the bench's edge and crossed her legs at the ankles.

"-- I'm just taking the opportunity to get off the damn ship, mostly. We're still stuck with these summer camp style bunks in one shared room. It's been trying."

[touchofrogue]

"Y'all haven't been workin' together to purchase upgrades?" She was a bit surprised. "Should just take two pitchin' in ta break that out in a month."

MOON »

[reconstitution]

[ Oh, he sees you behind that tree, Hawkeye. He's been watching her from his own little perch inside the arena. So far, no one else has been able to spot him. Clever girl. Once he's been spotted, he moves to slide down and find a better vantage point. She may see a flash of metal as he disappears behind the wall. Now he's going to poach whoever dared try to fire at him. ]

[ladybro]

[ -- no. impossible, right? kate had been tracking that glint of metal across the whole arena. she'd first witnessed it in the distance as both teams had plunged into the treeline, but none were yet stealthy. since then, the game has been more about following the metal arm than it's been about anything else. (and yet, she hasn't got a single splat of paint on her.)

when the metal arm pulls back behind the wall, kate huffs quietly under her breath and jerks her paint gun's barrel up -- abandoning the shot she'd been lining up with painstaking care. she drops the piece and lets it hang from a sling across her chest before shimmying up an old gnarled half-dead tree so she can shimmy across a crumbling bit of once-upon-a-building.

is bucky barnes here? nah, jump-to-conclusions kate! that's just weird wishful thinking. she crawls along the abandoned stone and tries to get closer to the wall where she last saw the flash. ]

[reconstitution]

[ Boy, he sure is here, though everyone doesn't know it! Honestly, he likes it that way. Those that do know are at least considerate about it.

He's done well to avoid all the other participants, but what form of soldier would he be if he allowed himself to be fired at? Once he's down the wall, he climbs into a trench, sticking to the shadows until it ends. Anyone who happens to be in the way? Well, cannon fodder. Winter scans the area and deems it empty before slinking out of the trench and taking cover behind a partially-collapsed wall.

His finger rests against the trigger, ready to fire. Waiting for his target to come into position. ]

[ladybro]

[ -- she's on her stomach. chin to the moss and weeds growing through the stone's cracks. even through her mask, she swears she smells dirt and she smells earth and she wonders whether this is even a game any longer. of course, there are no real bullets in her gun. but it occurs to her that if she is truly chasing the winter soldier, the bullets didn't really matter. of course it's real.

(and some knotted over-confident part of her wants to impress him.)

kate eases her gun forward and watches the shadows. he's somewhere in there, but she can't be certain of any exact location. oh, what she wouldn't give right now for her bow and quiver. a concussive arrow would be great, right now. or a flash-bang tip. as much as she rags on clint for his trick arrows, they did have some uses.

aw, hell. kate scatters a pair of purposefully poorly aimed shots -- marking the far wall with two purple splotches. she doubts he'll be spooked (if it's really him) but it at least would make her a target, and so long as she rolls away quick enough she might catch a glimpse of him when he raises his gun.

or she might get shot for her trouble. somehow, the risk seems worth it. ]

[reconstitution]

[ He hears the shots being fired from the other side of the wall, making impact. There's at least one target, potentially only meters away. Winter walks forward while crouched down until he's reached the wall's end, juxtaposed with a few fallen trees. He listens for more shots and doesn't hear any. A trick, or someone sniping another player from the underbrush?

No. He would have heard the footsteps. There don't seem to be any other players this far out.

Fair enough, he's quick, so this little game may not go in their favor. Winter jumps up, standing on the top of the wall and doing a quick sweep of the area, gun poised to shoot first and ask questions later. ]

Some time later....

[unbearablynaive]

[As promised, the Vision has arranged a meeting with both Kate and Wanda at the museum. He's curious about Kate's timeline, of course, but he's mostly there to be a neutral party that knows them both since hey I know another version of you can be an uncomfortable lead-in. He doesn't seem to be carrying any kind of breath mask for use outside, but he arrives about a quarter of an hour early to make sure he's there on time.]

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda arrives a few moments later. Unlike Vision though, she is sporting one of the gas masks they give to visitors when she arrives. She looks all too happy to remove it once she's safely inside the building and able to breathe freely. She then looks around for Vision, trying to locate him in the museum.]

[ladybro]

[ and katie comes last -- gas mask already shoved down around her neck like some kind of bright pinkish kerchief. vision is the easiest to spot, and she feels a pang of grief when she sees him. then, the young woman with him...?

wow, not quite like wanda from home. younger, certainly. and more clothed. kate's steps slow. ]

Uhm. Hi, guys.

[unbearablynaive]

[He waves them both over, looking interested in what might happen from this. If nothing else, it will give him an opportunity to visit with two of his friends and to interact with Kate in person.]

Good afternoon. Kate, this is Wanda; Wanda, Kate.