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legionmissions2017-06-17 05:07 pm
wallsofjericho) wrote in legionmissions2017-06-17 05:07 pm
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Who| Joe Wilson and whomever
What| The Dynamos of DashCon: How the Tragedy and Subsequent Perseverance of 48 Hours Saved Fandom For the Next 1000 Years
Where| A pop culture museum in New Metropolis.
When| After Time Ripples
Warnings/Notes| I am so sorry.
The entire first level of the museum has been re-dedicated to this month's exhibit, a collection of art, music, and holo-vid speeches that together became emblematic of Dashcon - the 21st century convention that encompassed all which was Good and Right in fandom. That is, according to the very first placard that greets Joe on his way in.
The sign is actually quite hard to read. It stretches from the floor to the ceiling twenty feet above his head, and the font can't be bigger than 72 point. It couldn't be larger than that, because they seem to have written the same two sentences a hundred times. Just the title and that description, over and over. Artistic statement? Joe has to wonder about that.
On a hunch, he takes out both of his telepathic earplugs and sees that each line appears to be in a different language. Interlac is near eye height, and English is not far away. That makes sense, use the current dominant language and the language of the time period, but why everything else?
Joey continues further into the crowded lobby and stops suddenly when the whistling starts from nowhere causes the entire crowd to stand at attention. Each has one hand engaged in an apparently significant gesture, and they are all facing the center of the room. A large pit has been dug straight through the museum's floor, and it seems to be full of ... sports equipment.
He puts the earplugs back in, just in case there's some sort of visual language that isn't translating.
It's about then that he realizes that about a third of the moving statues aren't human, and still more have been covered with tarps and small, apologetic signs explaining that the artist is working on converting this being to [species] and did not mean to offend anyone by the lack of inclusivity. How many aliens did they think were on Earth in the 2000s?
What| The Dynamos of DashCon: How the Tragedy and Subsequent Perseverance of 48 Hours Saved Fandom For the Next 1000 Years
Where| A pop culture museum in New Metropolis.
When| After Time Ripples
Warnings/Notes| I am so sorry.
The entire first level of the museum has been re-dedicated to this month's exhibit, a collection of art, music, and holo-vid speeches that together became emblematic of Dashcon - the 21st century convention that encompassed all which was Good and Right in fandom. That is, according to the very first placard that greets Joe on his way in.
The sign is actually quite hard to read. It stretches from the floor to the ceiling twenty feet above his head, and the font can't be bigger than 72 point. It couldn't be larger than that, because they seem to have written the same two sentences a hundred times. Just the title and that description, over and over. Artistic statement? Joe has to wonder about that.
On a hunch, he takes out both of his telepathic earplugs and sees that each line appears to be in a different language. Interlac is near eye height, and English is not far away. That makes sense, use the current dominant language and the language of the time period, but why everything else?
Joey continues further into the crowded lobby and stops suddenly when the whistling starts from nowhere causes the entire crowd to stand at attention. Each has one hand engaged in an apparently significant gesture, and they are all facing the center of the room. A large pit has been dug straight through the museum's floor, and it seems to be full of ... sports equipment.
He puts the earplugs back in, just in case there's some sort of visual language that isn't translating.
It's about then that he realizes that about a third of the moving statues aren't human, and still more have been covered with tarps and small, apologetic signs explaining that the artist is working on converting this being to [species] and did not mean to offend anyone by the lack of inclusivity. How many aliens did they think were on Earth in the 2000s?
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This isn't his universe, Tadashi reminds himself. This isn't his universe and it's been a thousand years since the events depicted. He really shouldn't be judging it by the standards of what he's used to.
That doesn't mean that he's not still completely baffled by it, but it helps a little.
"Do you know if any of this is accurate?" he asks Joey. The question is too complex for him to figure out how to sign, or at least how to sign without saying something so clumsy as to be rude.
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No, his thoughts haven't caught up to his hands yet, and Joe has to stop and try to take it all in and come up with a coherent assessment. This is, after all, supposed to be his world. It might be a thousand years later, but it should be recognizable.
There are definitely soccer balls in the pit. That's a start. He tries again, giving a globular alien a dubious look. The song is from World War II or maybe World War I. I don't think they had fandom when the song was popular.
[OOC: Trying out an idea about using italics for signs instead of treating it like normal speech to try and avoid confusion. ]
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It's amazing what can get lose or confused over the course of a thousand years," he says, shaking his head. "Kind of makes me wish I'd been more into history so I can fully appreciate that. This is supposed to be the time period you're from, right?"
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I think it is? He looks dubious and points up at the speakers. The song isn't, but I remember hearing something about a Dashcon. Maybe it was from my friend Gar? I can't remember why I know it - maybe it happened when I was dead.
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"...This thing is a ball pit."
He can't help it. It's like a cockpit, but the opposite. This opens up so many new jokes.
"Of course fandom would have a ball pit."
Like that one. Zing? Grif is pretty sure that one deserves a zing.
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It's the 'of course' that's confusing Joe. He doesn't have an overly adolescent sense of humor nor does he fully understand how developed Grif's is, but he is curious. Am I missing the metaphor?
Joey crouches down besides the pit and plucks out a small baseball, spinning it in his hands. When he throws it back into the collection, the room explodes in lights and 'you won!' buzzers. A shower of confetti - coupons, actually, good for one free hour in the ball pit - comes down around them, and Joe almost gets knocked out be a participation trophy that clips his forehead.
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Like, for example, people being dead and then coming back. As Joey appears to have done. Tadashi rubs the back of his neck and glances around again.
"I'm guessing Dashcon was less important than they seem to think it was?"