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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JIM T. KIRK

[universal_charm]

Exploring - City
<sub>[ The city is fascinating all on its own. The way it has adapted to deal with the pollution is a marvel, including their artwork with the geometric and very colorful patterns. He spends time studying those he comes across, brushing his fingers over the colors and trying to get shots of them if he can. Sometimes he would ask passerby if certain walls meant anything, or if they were merely done for the pleasure of color amidst the grime.

He'll of course go into all of the museums he comes across, curious to the history of this place, what it could reveal about the people and how this moon had come to be like this. He's quiet and respectful while inside of them, though maybe sometimes he brings his face a little to close to certain objects, but he's more than happy to wander with anyone else who enters.

He's favorite thing, though, must be the practice arenas. He had always liked running, and despite the pollution the moon was the best place to stretch his legs and get the exercise his loved and craved and even needed. He can regularly be found working across the obstacle courses, where he more than once eats dirt when he catches his feet wrong or lands badly.

Of course, if someone wants to do something else in the practice arenas, he's always up for a friendly challenge. ]</sub>

Exploring - Wilderness
<sub>[ He bought a mask that was more about function than anything, which saved him a fair bit of cash, but more than that being flashy out in the forests seemed like a bad idea. You never knew what was out there, and standing out didn't seem like it would be a useful defense mechanism. The terrain was nothing he hadn't trained for or come across before during his tenure as a captain and even a cadet. Every now and then he can catch glimpses of the oil towers and drills in the distance when he pauses to rest, finding the breathing a bit harder out here through the filtered oxygen of his mask.

He takes a weapon from his ship though. He's not stupid, and whatever animals might be surviving out here he suspected had acquired some very dangerous evolutionary traits. He'd had enough tangles with dangerous animals in the past to not want to go it alone anyways. If anyone wanted to come with him he would welcome the company, and he would pick up samples of the foliage where he could and set them into sealed bags for later study.

Ever the Star Fleet officer, this one. ]</sub>

War Games
<sub>[ War Games.

He liked one word and not the other, and the two together gave him a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. The curious thing was, he didn't see any games that would make him initial think war. First hearing of them had made him think of something like the gladiator matches of ancient Rome, but these just seemed like amped up sports. But considering the strict rules against violence here, he could see how these serves their purposes - dual like, with much less risk of permanent injury and death.

He was content to watch, especially things like the shuttle races and chess matches. They were thrilling in their way, and he thought Bones and Spock would be proud of him for not simply offering himself up to play in one of the rather deadly matches.

Yes, he was content to watch - until he bumped someone by accident, and found himself suddenly being manhandled into an arena and having what looked like a long and somewhat sturdier pool noodle thrust into his hands. His opponent was grinning in a manner far to sadistic for his liking, and he liked it even less when slats on the ground were removed to show dark, thick mud and left them on a small square in the center.

How did he get himself into these things?! ]</sub>

Please tell me you guys have dry cleaning on this moon!

Catch-all / OTA
_{[ Another scenario you would like to do and didn't see it above? Let's do it! Feel free to come up with your own scenarios at will! ]}

Wilderness

[grandstanding]

[Erik, as always, had gone out alone to explore the terrain. He was on alert for noises in the undergrowth, and so he approaches where Jim is foraging with caution. What he wasn't expecting was for the noise to lead him to someone... cutting off plant leaves. He stops a few feet away, at a loss for a moment.]

I hope you're not planning to make a salad with those.

[It's doubtful, but he has to open with something. While he talks, he drops the screw he had ready back into his pocket. By all appearances, Erik's unarmed.]

[universal_charm]

_{[ Kirk jumps a bit when he hears the other man speak, having been concentrating on taking off the leaf that he had not heard Erik approaching. His brow shifts into the fine, little crinkles of a smile even though the mask hid the wry grin, tucking the new samples into a baggie and into his pack. ]}

No, not a salad. I was thinking maybe we had labs or something on one of the ships we could use to analyze them. It might give us an idea of what's been going wrong.

[grandstanding]

Something more specific than the "Everything's poisoned" story, I imagine.

[He steps around to stand next to Jim, flicking him a glance from under his burgundy mask.]

Remarkable that anything can survive here, if it's as bad as they say.

[universal_charm]

Precisely. What sort of poisoning? Can we counter it? Is there a way to clean it up? Those sorts of things. We might not get a full answer, but I think any information we can give these people can help them.

_{[ That's his belief anyways. ]}

Nature's pretty remarkable that way. It can take a lot of punishment and come back stronger. But, no reason not to try and help it along.

War Games

[scrubscrub]

[Koala's just watching from the sidelines, really. Said mister is familiar enough that she recognizes the man from their fleet — though she really isn't sure... which one he is... No matter! She stands at the side, people cheering eagerly around her; she's short and has to stand on her tippy-toes just to keep afloat, bless her heart--

.............. Did someone say dry cleaning?

She cups her hands and hollers loudly:]

Don't worry, sir, I'm very good at dry-cleaning!

[DID I MOTIVATE YOU]

War Games

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ No, no it did not. He's not sure where it came from, but he didn't much focus on it - he had a big burly man to focus on instead. With a pool noodle.

That hurt like a bitch when he got smacked with it. In the face. Damn that was going to bruise.

He took a step to try and keep his balance, but he overestimated the width of the sparring space, and his foot slipped. With nothing to give him purchase, he followed his foot down into the mud, much to the amusement of the crowd. He spluttered and wiped at his face, spitting mud as the big man drank up the laughter and adulation of the crowd. ]</sub>

Just remember, I tried being nice...

[scrubscrub]

[Oh, yikes. She winces around a crowd of hooting and hollering.

She's quick to offer him a towel, though, from the sidelines. Nobody said anything about it being illegal to have a coach for your corner, right? Right. Here, dude. It's better than having mud all over your face.]

Are you okay?!

[universal_charm]

_{[ The towel waving in his face is more a distraction than anything and he has to duck quickly to avoid being thrown into the mud again. His opponent doesn't believe in letting his victims recover between dunkings, it seems. ]}

I'll be fine!

_{[ He's not really sure whom he's talking to, but his attention shifts fully to the bigger man, lunging in to go on the offensive. ]}

[ war games ]

[beardstrokes]

[ Well, this isn't good. Obi-Wan fingered the lightsaber Ahsoka had given him. It won't cut anyone down but it'll leave a nasty burn if things get ugly. For now, he'll hang back. A Jedi waits for the right time to act. ]

[ war games ]

[universal_charm]

_{[ The right time to act would have been before he got into the mess, but the thought is appreciated Obi - kind of. As it is, Kirk continues to protest the affair - that is until the man swings and catches Kirk on the jaw, sending him reeling and spluttering into the mud. He coughed as the crowd roared and laughed, wiping mud from his face and his eyes sparking as he gained the little bridge once more. ]}

Okay, I tried to be civil about this....

_{[ His opponent grinned widely with teeth in dire need of dentistry, only to have it smacked off his face as Kirk dropped and swung low with his leg, knocking the man's feet out from under him and sending him into the mud. He had not been idle in the year of his recovery, and he wasn't afraid to use what he had been learning for the offense rather than just the defense. ]}

Re: [ war games ]

[beardstrokes]

[ He briefly pinched the bridge of his nose. Where was he, on Malastare? Still, his lightsaber is in his hand as he waits.

Not yet, the Force says, wrapping around him. ]

[ war games ]

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Look, he did not start this fight, but like hell he was going to go down without one. It occurred to him, once again, that Pike had warned him he liked to fight a touch to much, but right now he thought that worked in his favor. One dunk into that stinking mud was enough and he was not about to let a bully continue to get his way. Maybe next time he would think before challenging someone he thought he could humiliate for the hell of it.

The opponent returned to the bridge, glaring death at Kirk, and swung wildly. Kirk barely managed to block with the staff before abruptly stepping up and inside the other's reach. He shoved with his shoulder before punching hard into his thigh. While the man gasped with the pain, he slid back and whacked him with the noodle, sending him sprawling into the mud once more.

The crowd jeered and cheered in equal measures this time, Kirk not reacting and watching his opponent climb from the mud instead. ]</sub>

War Games aka, getting down and dirty

[cajunspice]

[Remy had kept an eye on the events happening around the city, partly to avoiding them as he had been through a number of similar experience as James' was currently going through, random people insisting he had to take place in various games whether he really wanted to or not. He hadn't spotted the other man being dragged along into the match, but his ears had picked up his yell, so Remy had wandered over to see what mess Kirk had gotten himself into.

And possible laugh at him.

Actually there was no 'possible' about it, he was certainly going to laugh at him.

His face hidden behind a larger model of a mask, his eyes shining through the visor, and hood pulled up on his coat, Remy grinned behind the respirator before raising his voice so he could yell over the voices of others and also the mask that helped to muffle his voice.] Thought ya didn't mind gettin' dirty, cher!

bow chika wow wow

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ He didn't need to see him to recognize that accent, especially the addition of the cher at the end. He knew only one man who spoke like that, intimately so one might say, and inwardly he both growled and rolled his eyes. Not helping Remy, not helping at all.

He would have made a retort, but his opponent got his attention quickly and painfully by knocking him right into the mud. Spluttering, Kirk got back to his feet, looking down at himself and then back at the man in question. Thankfully, he did not go into the mud again, and his final act was literally kicking the man in the ass and sending him off the board into the mud. What? There was never any rule that he had to use the pool noodle to actually knock him in.

Tossing his pool noodle aside he made his way out of the pit, trying to slick mud off himself, the stuff somewhere between wet and dry still, which someone made it hardier than if it had been either. He looked around, trying to see Remy - or had he left during the fight? That jerk better not have left after distracting him enough that he got his ass knocked into the mud in the first place! ]</sub>

Remy!

[cajunspice]

[Behind his mask Remy both smiled and cringed as Kirk took the hit, it turning into a chuckle as the man took in the mud over his clothing and the indignation of the situation. It really was too funny.

Yet Jim did win and Remy had stuck around, applauding the win and watching him walk back to the safety of more solid ground as the crowd moved and mingled around him. Weaving through the crowd and decided he wasn't done messing with the other man just yet, Remy got himself so he approached behind Kirk, leaning in silently to speak.]

Ya do know how to get yaself 'nto a mess.

[It would had been more effective if he had been able to whisper that, but the mask certainly made that more difficult.]

( the city )

[partialities]

[ so perhaps she is entirely not suited for much exercise in her silks and well kept hair but that hardly means one margaery tyrell cannot watch now can it? at home, she did favor watching tournaments and horseback riding but this is quite the same concept and she is quite good at cheering.

he might hear her applause when he does get the whole course right. ]

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Whether she is suited for it or not she certainly cuts a striking, jewel like figure in the otherwise dim landscape. He catches someone bright out of the corner of his eye, but his attention has to be with the man who had pushed him into the ring in the first place. He'd already suffered a fall and was coated in mud, but then so was his opponent.

The ending came when he delivered a hard punch to the man's thigh, swatted him with the noodle, and then planted his boot on his rear and pushed. He dropped the foam bat and smacked his hands in a wiping motion, marching towards the exit and up and out. He spied Maergery, that bright flash of jewel, and he smiled at her, bowing and doing his best to look respectable despite his mud covered looks. ]</sub>

[partialities]

I had a feeling you would win.

[ she grins, obviously pleased. it is not exactly a tournament, not the king she is used to anyway but margaery is competitive at her core and even if she cannot fight, having loras for a ( favorite ) brother means that she is very used to be rooting for the victor of such matches ]

What shall you be given for such a victory??

wilderness

[percolates]

[Ciri's fairly recognizable even in a mask that's slightly bird-like--it was with only a little bit of irony that she chose something that reminds her of a swallow, her namesake. The white hair is still visible, of course, and that gives her identity away much quicker than her voice. A voice which she tries to deepen when she spots Kirk (or maybe it's the other guy), hoping to spook him.]

Boo.

[universal_charm]

_{[ Kirk, for himself, had stuck with a functional mask, choosing to save money and go for something that would allow him to blend and be unobtrusive in the landscape. He was kneeling, inspecting something he thought he had seen hidden within the roots of one of the toxic trees, and the sudden addition of a comically deepened voice did make him jump and spin, pursing his lips behind his mask when he saw it was Ciri (the only evidence of this being a slight draw of his brows). ]}

Very funny, Ciri. What brings you out here?

[percolates]

I don't like being cooped up. [Coop. Get it? She thinks she's funny. But it's more or less the truth--she gets antsy when there's more to explore, even if it is a toxic, polluted world.]

What about you? Waiting for girls to sneak up on you? You might be in the wrong place.

city {museum}

[lord_wizard]

[Unsurprisingly to many, Felix isn't terribly fond of being outdoors on this planet, but the strangely sterile buildings were far more welcoming. They bloomed with life and color where the rest of the world was dark and grey, and were generally much more peaceful as a result. He does his own brand of exploring, when he isn't browsing whatever market or shop he can find. Museums hold a lazy fascination for him, for while he isn't terribly invested in the planet, he can't help but be curious.

He finds Kirk in one such museum - this one apparently dedicated in part to the history of the moon - and finds the man in close examination of a large photograph. He still can't discern the man from FDR at a glance, so he approaches and leans close as if to inspect the display himself]

Hello darling~

[It's blithe enough, especially since his gaze his only half on Kirk as he says it, waiting to see what reaction that garners him]

museum

[universal_charm]

_{[ The museum is quiet, practically barren actually, and he can hear Felix approaching. He doesn't give it much thought until he gets the sense of someone moving into his space and the words slide over him. They draw a soft laugh out of him and he tilted his head to look at the red-headed mage. ]}

Hello, sweetie. Out for an afternoon stroll?

[lord_wizard]

[Felix straightens with a grin, having had his question apparently answered]

Something like that. Looking for the mysteries of the universe? [He gestured at the display]