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!]

Comments

[precedented]

[ True, the worm-skin on his neck and arms seems more glaring than it would on video. It seethes and breathes, the way gills would on a fish. And he's not wearing a mask, a fact that sets him apart from everyone else. ]

People enjoy a challenge.

[grandstanding]

Until they're beaten, you mean.

[precedented]

[ His lips quirk upwards, whimsical. ]

You are as good as your last victory.

[grandstanding]

Maybe they think you'll be an easier opponent to read, given the lack of mask.

[They would be wrong, he's already worked out. That much was apparent to him even from his first conversation.]

[precedented]

Or it's my unassuming face.

[ It's easy enough to trick people into thinking he's young and doesn't know any better. ]

[grandstanding]

[Erik inclines his head; he's not going to comment on Leto's face. Plenty of assumptions are already in play for him. Instead, he steps forward and moves smoothly into the vacated seat at the chess board.]

[precedented]

Black or white?

[ He lets Erik choose, to start them off. ]

[grandstanding]

Black. And-- [He casts a sardonic look at Leto's amassed winnings] I hope you don't mind a game with no credits at stake.

[It's not that he doesn't have the cash. It's that he's not going to lose it on a bet.]

[precedented]

Perhaps you'd like to stake something else?

[ Games with other winnings in mind are more interesting. He enjoyed the variation Jim introduced. ]

[grandstanding]

What did you have in mind?

[precedented]

A question for every piece taken.

[grandstanding]

[Well, those are certainly more interesting stakes. And he doesn't need to give an answer, so why not. He may learn something. Leaning forward, he laces his fingers together.]

Very well. You have the first move.

[precedented]

[ He smiles, moving his knight forward. He'd be surprised if Erik went along with it for very long. ]

[grandstanding]

[In measured time, Erik places a pawn on the board. Leto may resemble Charles, but it would be sheer coincidence if he played the same way.]

[precedented]

[ Leto certainly doesn't. He plays erratically, with little to no care. It seems haphazard but anyone who knows a little about Leto and his powers would notice that he's playing several moves ahead. ]

[grandstanding]

[Unfamiliar as he is, Erik hasn't noticed quite yet. So the first of his pieces falls to Leto. Bad luck, but it was only a pawn. He sits back in the chair and waits for the question.]

[precedented]

[ His lips twitch at Erik's posture. ]

How are you settling in?

[grandstanding]

[He glances at Leto before moving his castle up three spaces, aiming to hit one of Leto's knights within a handful of moves.]

Fine, I suppose. The ship I'm on seems decent enough.

[precedented]

Not as hectic as being on a team, I imagine.

[ Though a little too quiet for his tastes. ]

[grandstanding]

[There is it again, that strange knowledge. That's old ground though, one he's fine to cover.]

No, but few things are.

[Not here, not anywhere.]

[precedented]

[ He smiles, nostalgic. ]

Nothing does compare to being on a team.

[grandstanding]

[A family might. He chases that thought away.]

Still, the intention was always that you would leave them when it was time to go home.

[precedented]

Of course. It is important to know when to stay and when to part ways. I did, long ago.

[grandstanding]

Is that right.

[Since he's just taken one of Leto's pawn, he'll follow that up.] And what did Aather do, for those it sent home?

[precedented]

It gave a wish. For heroic service, apparently. One could choose to continue to work at Aather or return home. The choice was ours.