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driftfleet2018-10-07 11:58 am
necromanswers) wrote in driftfleet2018-10-07 11:58 am
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and then the fleet was banned from garbagetown
Who: Taako, Lup, and you!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Planetside, Iskaulit
When: Now-ish!
Picture this - a planet that serves as the junkyard for the rest of the universe. Towns and cities are littered among the trash, having grown up wherever space provided. In one corner of this garbage-filled world is a city, not a massive city like Neverwinter or a small podunk thing, but a city tried and true. Which means it has a town square where all the main traffic flows through on any given day; bakers and merchants and workers, miners and salvagers and travelers, a myriad of people all going about their typical boring days.
And then two ostentatiously ugly costumes just start floating through the middle of it all. People scatter because costumes that look like Shaggy Bear consumed Gloomy Bear's Soul and Big Bird had a Bad Bender and Never Recovered should not be floating through the middle of town. They carve a path and set themselves up, swaying gently in the breeze, in the very center of the square where all can see. Horrified expressions mix with curiosity as the costumes hang there, doing nothing, and then slowly people start to gather.
Which is when Taako, cloaked in invisibility, looks over at Lup and smirks. It's show time. You ready?
And Lup is definitely ready; the levitation drops on the costumes as they hang, and there's suddenly a streak of red-hot light that crosses the plaza from the building on which they stand and strikes the costumes. Immediately there's an explosion of fire, spreading outwards- not dangerous to the onlookers, thanks to the height at which they hang, but definitely enough to scatter whatever remaining nerves they had. When the worst of the initial fire fades away, the costumes remain hanging, but are now on fire, feathers and fur sizzling and curling, ash beginning to dot the earth below.
It's Taako's turn and he sets the costumes to waving in a ghostly wind as they grow, the fire growing with it. The fabric shudders with the strain of it, looming up and over the crowd menacingly as growing bits of charred feather and shag upholstery disintegrate in the flames. It's harmless, of course, but the crowd doesn't know that and they start shrieking, backing away from the display. Now that the scene's been set, Lup calls out to the lingering onlookers, still just out of sight: "What's up, Trash Town? Or whatever you call this place. No need to be scared! Your new fashion overlords are here to help open your eyes to the travesty we've found you all in."
The Enlarge cast and the concentration over, the costumes hang like Ghost Rider up in the air, and Taako can barely keep it together as he sees the people below start looking for the source of the voice. "We are here in our fabulous benevolence to aid you and provide succor to your sadly lacking closets. But tribute is demanded or a curse shall be upon you. We have sent our emissaries who shall now appear before you!"
He's always had this showmanship thing in the bag and Taako Blinks out of existence at the same time Lup casts Dimension Door. It takes him a little longer to get where he needs to go, but the Ethereal Plane is so wonky on this plane. Still, he makes it in time for the grand entrance - the two of them popping back into reality, back to back, wearing their favorite outfits from their earlier heist and with Disguise Self burning over both of them. They look even more radiant than usual; and a little more celestial thanks to the light from the burning costumes overhead and a little extra light granted by Prestidigitation and Dancing Lights beaming behind them like sparks and rays of sunlight.
A low murmur starts up around them as the townspeople survey the scene, uncertain of what exactly to do about it. The murmur grows in volume as seconds pass. Lup continues, "Turn away from your wicked ways, and destroy all sinful manifestations of fabric that rain down from the sky, or a plague of supreme ugly will fall upon you!"
She wiggles her fingers at a random onlooker, some woman who'd been sneering skeptically at them, and suddenly an illusion appears over her- her skin turns to the nasty shag carpet design. She shrieks at once and flees the crowd. The murmur becomes a buzz and a few of the people at the front begin throwing credits and coins their way, but more are scooting backwards, not sure what to do.
Lup waves a hand in front of herself, and a Mage Hand glides along the ground to scoop up the discarded credits, then brandishes a bag, glittery and bedazzled (as only befits a fashion god) and gestures pointedly towards it. "Anyone else feel like being spared?"
"The bigger the donation, the higher the salvation," Taako chimes in, whipping out a similar bag just in a different color.
There's a long pause as the residents debate their options, but another confused wail from the woman down the road gets a few people moving, dropping coins into the bags and fleeing the scene. They're not asking for much, they're not animals, but a little bit (from a lot of people) goes a long way!
Option A: Were you in the crowd when this all went down? Want to talk to Taako and Lup? They're both walking through the crowd now, so this is your chance to see the face-twins in action.
Option B: Is flying solo more your style? Which of them do you want to talk to: Taako or Lup?
Some time passes as they collect their bounty, and eventually a small group of more serious, burly viewers branch off and vanish into a shop. Lup watches them carefully, keeping her smile frozen in place as she gently shoos away a little girl trying to give her a single credit, because she's definitely not stealing from children. Those guys are probably going for weapons. Hey, Taako? I think that's our cue to make an exit.
Taako nods in agreement and tips his hat to the patrons nearby. He's gotten more than he expected today, so now it's time, as Lup says, for a flashy exit. There's no point in subtlety when the villagers are going for pitchforks. He puts his hands together and starts casting, light emanating from his fingers as he summons the only exit worth summoning. The light causes people to draw back from him and in their place, a beautiful, mulleted, rainbow-colored phantasm of a binicorn appears.
"Yo boss. It time to go?"
"You know it, Garyl. Lup! Let's hit it!"
There's an audible, delighted gasp from Lup, and without hesitation she hops onto the binicorn's back with Taako. With a loud whinny Garyl rears up on his hind legs, giving them one final opportunity for a dramatic pose (which they of course indulge) before Taako urges Garyl off at full speed, leaving behind them a rainbow of light. Before they vanish from sight, Lup, one arm wound around Taako's waist, blows the befuddled crowd a kiss. And just like that, they're gone again, with the now-armed local guard giving a futile chase behind them.
Option C: Catch them after their daring escape, laughing their asses off outside of the danger zone, or on the Iskaulit, perhaps over drinks?
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Planetside, Iskaulit
When: Now-ish!
Picture this - a planet that serves as the junkyard for the rest of the universe. Towns and cities are littered among the trash, having grown up wherever space provided. In one corner of this garbage-filled world is a city, not a massive city like Neverwinter or a small podunk thing, but a city tried and true. Which means it has a town square where all the main traffic flows through on any given day; bakers and merchants and workers, miners and salvagers and travelers, a myriad of people all going about their typical boring days.
And then two ostentatiously ugly costumes just start floating through the middle of it all. People scatter because costumes that look like Shaggy Bear consumed Gloomy Bear's Soul and Big Bird had a Bad Bender and Never Recovered should not be floating through the middle of town. They carve a path and set themselves up, swaying gently in the breeze, in the very center of the square where all can see. Horrified expressions mix with curiosity as the costumes hang there, doing nothing, and then slowly people start to gather.
Which is when Taako, cloaked in invisibility, looks over at Lup and smirks. It's show time. You ready?
And Lup is definitely ready; the levitation drops on the costumes as they hang, and there's suddenly a streak of red-hot light that crosses the plaza from the building on which they stand and strikes the costumes. Immediately there's an explosion of fire, spreading outwards- not dangerous to the onlookers, thanks to the height at which they hang, but definitely enough to scatter whatever remaining nerves they had. When the worst of the initial fire fades away, the costumes remain hanging, but are now on fire, feathers and fur sizzling and curling, ash beginning to dot the earth below.
It's Taako's turn and he sets the costumes to waving in a ghostly wind as they grow, the fire growing with it. The fabric shudders with the strain of it, looming up and over the crowd menacingly as growing bits of charred feather and shag upholstery disintegrate in the flames. It's harmless, of course, but the crowd doesn't know that and they start shrieking, backing away from the display. Now that the scene's been set, Lup calls out to the lingering onlookers, still just out of sight: "What's up, Trash Town? Or whatever you call this place. No need to be scared! Your new fashion overlords are here to help open your eyes to the travesty we've found you all in."
The Enlarge cast and the concentration over, the costumes hang like Ghost Rider up in the air, and Taako can barely keep it together as he sees the people below start looking for the source of the voice. "We are here in our fabulous benevolence to aid you and provide succor to your sadly lacking closets. But tribute is demanded or a curse shall be upon you. We have sent our emissaries who shall now appear before you!"
He's always had this showmanship thing in the bag and Taako Blinks out of existence at the same time Lup casts Dimension Door. It takes him a little longer to get where he needs to go, but the Ethereal Plane is so wonky on this plane. Still, he makes it in time for the grand entrance - the two of them popping back into reality, back to back, wearing their favorite outfits from their earlier heist and with Disguise Self burning over both of them. They look even more radiant than usual; and a little more celestial thanks to the light from the burning costumes overhead and a little extra light granted by Prestidigitation and Dancing Lights beaming behind them like sparks and rays of sunlight.
A low murmur starts up around them as the townspeople survey the scene, uncertain of what exactly to do about it. The murmur grows in volume as seconds pass. Lup continues, "Turn away from your wicked ways, and destroy all sinful manifestations of fabric that rain down from the sky, or a plague of supreme ugly will fall upon you!"
She wiggles her fingers at a random onlooker, some woman who'd been sneering skeptically at them, and suddenly an illusion appears over her- her skin turns to the nasty shag carpet design. She shrieks at once and flees the crowd. The murmur becomes a buzz and a few of the people at the front begin throwing credits and coins their way, but more are scooting backwards, not sure what to do.
Lup waves a hand in front of herself, and a Mage Hand glides along the ground to scoop up the discarded credits, then brandishes a bag, glittery and bedazzled (as only befits a fashion god) and gestures pointedly towards it. "Anyone else feel like being spared?"
"The bigger the donation, the higher the salvation," Taako chimes in, whipping out a similar bag just in a different color.
There's a long pause as the residents debate their options, but another confused wail from the woman down the road gets a few people moving, dropping coins into the bags and fleeing the scene. They're not asking for much, they're not animals, but a little bit (from a lot of people) goes a long way!
Option A: Were you in the crowd when this all went down? Want to talk to Taako and Lup? They're both walking through the crowd now, so this is your chance to see the face-twins in action.
Option B: Is flying solo more your style? Which of them do you want to talk to: Taako or Lup?
Some time passes as they collect their bounty, and eventually a small group of more serious, burly viewers branch off and vanish into a shop. Lup watches them carefully, keeping her smile frozen in place as she gently shoos away a little girl trying to give her a single credit, because she's definitely not stealing from children. Those guys are probably going for weapons. Hey, Taako? I think that's our cue to make an exit.
Taako nods in agreement and tips his hat to the patrons nearby. He's gotten more than he expected today, so now it's time, as Lup says, for a flashy exit. There's no point in subtlety when the villagers are going for pitchforks. He puts his hands together and starts casting, light emanating from his fingers as he summons the only exit worth summoning. The light causes people to draw back from him and in their place, a beautiful, mulleted, rainbow-colored phantasm of a binicorn appears.
"Yo boss. It time to go?"
"You know it, Garyl. Lup! Let's hit it!"
There's an audible, delighted gasp from Lup, and without hesitation she hops onto the binicorn's back with Taako. With a loud whinny Garyl rears up on his hind legs, giving them one final opportunity for a dramatic pose (which they of course indulge) before Taako urges Garyl off at full speed, leaving behind them a rainbow of light. Before they vanish from sight, Lup, one arm wound around Taako's waist, blows the befuddled crowd a kiss. And just like that, they're gone again, with the now-armed local guard giving a futile chase behind them.
Option C: Catch them after their daring escape, laughing their asses off outside of the danger zone, or on the Iskaulit, perhaps over drinks?
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[And since Haggar isn't saying anything?]
Maybe I can even make Madam Sourpuss's heart grow three sizes.
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You can't say that I didn't try.
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[She does appreciate that you tried, Lup. In her own way.]
It just makes him want to try harder.
[Which was not unexpected, given his attitude about everything else.]
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You know me so well already, Lady Skeletor.
[Because he will try harder. And make her life terrible until Lup finally slaps him upside the head.]
But hey, at least you get food out of it.
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S'why I'm here, that's for sure.
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She takes another small bite of the remaining portion of her salad in contemplation.
... really it's almost a novelty to have someone dare to treat her in such an ill fitting way to her face without "fear" of consequence, particularly from a much larger, more demanding presence at her side to demand respect for her when she would not speak up otherwise.
Ah. This was sad now.]
You do not leave much hidden.
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You'd be surprised, Carol. Just like I'm sure you're gonna surprise me one day.
[And eat more than just salads. Seriously, is she a vegetarian? Taako is Concerned™]
I'm gonna have to start slipping vitamins into your water or something. Can't let you get space scurvy.
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I'm pretty sure space scurvy doesn't exist, but better safe than sorry. Anyway, food is good for the soul. I'm assuming you have that, at least.
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Let him surprise her. Let her surprise him. Wouldn't that be something.]
I should be grateful that you are so concerned for the state of my soul.
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[No fresh produce, no fruit until he came along. He's honestly surprised they're all not pocked and oozing or whatever it is that scurvy does. Cottonmouth? Who knows.]
And you're part of my crew, Maureen the Robotless. I'm always very concerned for the state or non-state of your existent or non-existent soul.
[Is he being sincere? Who the fuck knows.]
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Souls are important, you only get one of those. Believe me, I know.
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[It's a... joke? Even if she keeps her extremely formal tone. There are plenty of things she could say about space travel and she simply chooses not to. The soul talk was even stranger, even if they were all being facetious to a point.]
I will admit that it is... almost refreshing to be accused of having one.
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[He shrugs and leans back in his chair, watching Lup rifle through his kitchen. He could tell her where to find the desserts, but he's pretty sure she'll find them. He's got chocolate oatmeal cookies in a jar on the counter and miniature berry tarts under a covered plate next to it.
He looks back at Haggar, raising an eyebrow.]
So by that I can surmise you're more often accused of not having one? Kova must be crushed by that.
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Yeah, seems harsh. I'd at least consider calling you heartless for not giving that kittywitty more cuddles, since he's gotta leech it off our sorry asses instead, but soulless is a bit much.
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Things are how they are.
[She had said she had been called worse, after all.]
It... suits him to be treated so well. He knows our bond is not what it once was.
[It's a near miracle she even recalls there was one, but she does not say that.]
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[Taako doesn't seem put off by that though. He's done crazy shit too, so who is he to judge?
When Kova comes over, he scoots back his chair a little and pats his lap.]
You should pamper him a little more. Looks like he wants it.
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[You're lucky she's got tarts to keep her hands busy or she'd be craving that sweet sweet kitty purrs while he cuddles up to Taako.]
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Kova pauses for a moment, ears twitching, before eagerly leaping up at the invitation.]
If there is one thing to be had in this place, it is... time.
[Too much of it, without things like work and trying to keep an Empire maintained getting in the way.]
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Well, count yourself lucky then. A lot of people only wish they had time enough to do what they wanted to do.
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Her tone is oddly pensive as she responds. It's still so hard to be the only one who remembers it now.]
It's definitely a luxury, no denying that. Don't take it for granted, or it'll be gone before you know it.
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Of all the things, time itself. She knew, though. It was different, here. She was different, here. And how much if at all, would that change there, if reports were all to be believed? And then to question how much it mattered.
For granted, indeed. And yet here she was, spending "time" with these strangers, because what else did she have to really do, but to continuously think about it.]
Perhaps so. The way time is spent can be measured differently by those who perceive it.
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Yeah, thanks, Old Wise One.
So? What do you do with your time anyway? You spend most of it stuck in that lab, right?
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What even is there to do? I had a look in one of those once because my ship doesn't have one, but it didn't seem that interesting.
[She's technically a scientist and she's all about investigation, but she leans more towards magic than healing and chemicals.]
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If there is nothing to examine, then it is mostly synthesizing and testing. We have plenty of medicines, should a need ever arise for them.
[She is very bored, but she makes do. An alternative to staring at walls or meditating or allowing herself to sit through bad movies.]
There are many untested ones, if you have any interest in volunteering yourselves.
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Nerd stuff - got it.
And Taako's body is a temple, so I'll take a hard pass on sticking your weird experiments in my mouth.
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