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legionmissions2017-09-02 01:32 am
pump_action) wrote in legionmissions2017-09-02 01:32 am
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Goodwill PR Tour!
Who| The Director and volunteers
What| Goodwill PR Tour to Legion-Lacking planets!
Where| Rann, Tamaran, and Korugar
When| The following week
Warnings/Notes| N/A, will add as needed
[[Plot Note: Rann subthreads going up tonight. Tamaran tomorrow, and Korugar on Sunday]]
[[ooc: PLEASE WAIT TO TAG UNTIL I HAVE PUT UP SUBHEADERS PLEASE AND THANK YOU! have at it!]]
It's something of a whirlwind tour; each stop begins with a fancy dress evening meet and greet mingle, the following day there's a panel where they talk about their experiences, notable missions, what it means to them to be a Legionnaire and what they bring to the overall battle, and ends with a Question and Answer session where the accumulated crowd and reporters can ask specific things of all or specific Legionnaires. If they feel so inclined, time is made for demonstrations and talents. They break for lunch, then reconvene for two to three hours to autographs pictures and action figures or other wares and sundry people might want their favorite (represented) Legionnaire's signature on.
So far, everything seems to be going along just fine ...
What| Goodwill PR Tour to Legion-Lacking planets!
Where| Rann, Tamaran, and Korugar
When| The following week
Warnings/Notes| N/A, will add as needed
[[Plot Note: Rann subthreads going up tonight. Tamaran tomorrow, and Korugar on Sunday]]
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It's something of a whirlwind tour; each stop begins with a fancy dress evening meet and greet mingle, the following day there's a panel where they talk about their experiences, notable missions, what it means to them to be a Legionnaire and what they bring to the overall battle, and ends with a Question and Answer session where the accumulated crowd and reporters can ask specific things of all or specific Legionnaires. If they feel so inclined, time is made for demonstrations and talents. They break for lunch, then reconvene for two to three hours to autographs pictures and action figures or other wares and sundry people might want their favorite (represented) Legionnaire's signature on.
So far, everything seems to be going along just fine ...
Rann
The first stop on the trail. Although there are only three stops, this is probably one of the most important as it will set the tone for the other two; there are a little hiccups as they figure out the best system for local accommodations on the planet itself, time management in regards to local traffic and travel, and ensuring they're following proper protocol and maintaining regional customs so as not to inadvertantly offend anyone (to this end, Claire has provided digital documents sent to each member's Omnicomm about common Do's and Dont's for each planet).
Mingle
It's a fancy gathering, here's hoping you brought your fancy dress! It's a sparse spread; hors d'oeuvre and dainty, decadent fingers foods dot tables throughout a grand hall. The ambient lighting is soft through candlelight-mimicking electronic spires and sconces. In the corner, a small chamber ensemble of local musicians provide a soft but ever-present flow of regional musical selections. There's an open bar, with knowledgeable and creative bartenders.
Panel and Q&A
Claire will moderate, introducing each Legionnaire with a little blurb* and letting them expand as they feel necessary (or, in Kubo's case, merely motioning him on stage so he could introduce himself as previously discussed). She's curated a series of questions pulled from fans or crafted around what she feels each of these new planets would benefit most from hearing (It's Claire, so you can guarantee there are no shipping or 'blue' questions ... she fully expects the Q&A to have plenty of that!).
Questions Claire asked are simple, broad things like 'what were your first thoughts arriving at Legion? How do you feel you can be a help? - and - Has being in Legion helped you in any way? as well as lighter, sillier things pulled from the anon forums.
Family friendly things, get your mind out of the guttersAfter a decently long panel, she'll open the floor to the audience to ask anything they feel hasn't already been answered. Things could get crazy here ...
[[Feel free to come up with any question the audience might ask!]]
(*On the shuttle after this planet, she will request each of the Legionnaires provide her with a quick bio of how they'd like to be introduced).
Autographs
After the panel, they break for lunch, and then hit the tables to sign photographs and whatever else the fans might bring to have signed. Claire herself will be politely declining body parts, but to each their own. This is the most important part, because it is both the moments that the Legionnaires come face to face with the people, as well as their parting impression before they leave for the next location.
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Kubo looks nice and sharp in his formal clothes. His father's haori, spiffed up before the mission, is worn as the jacket it actually is over his kosode robe and hakama pants. His mother picked the clothing out for him in her brief time in the Legion, and he looks properly like the son of a noble samurai that he is. The pride has put a little extra energy into his step.
But he's not doing much mingling, having beelined for the musicians and listened, enthralled, to their playing, before asking to jam with them.
Other musicians have been sparse on Legionworld, since Blue Rose's death.
Panel and Q&A
Kubo's idea of introducing himself is to immediately jump into a story - the tale of the Legion's latest fight against the Robo-zombies, to be specific. Though he keeps it short, telling only a tantalizing summary of the epic battle at the bottleneck, where Legionnaires held back the onslaught of zombies drawn by Kubo's music away from a learning creche and to the bottlenecks in the city.
It's, as usual, a good story, and serves to answer the question of how he can (and has) helped in the Legion. As for how the Legion has helped him -
"I can't ever repay the gift that coming here has been," he says, with frank honesty. "The chance to see my mother and father again, and to help others as my father did before me with the guidance of the other Legionnaires is more than I could have ever wished for."
It's a sweet answer, no less sweet for being truthful.
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If you thought Rico was going to show up in his Judge uniform, pauldrons golden and shiny, then boy are you in for a surprise. Rico is young, vain, and he likes his finery. He doesn't have many occasions to indulge in finery, after all. And part of it is letting other people see. As in keeping with absolute cutting-edge Mega-City One fashion in 2080, he's wearing a decorative facepiece in lieu of his helmet, and dressed in a replica of a Euro-cit style inspired suit by rising fashion star Randy Gitt.
But he's enjoying himself, even if others may not be. Snagging the last dainty finger food even if another hand was reaching for it at the same time, hovering around the bar despite not getting an alcoholic drink, or leaning against an alcove, making judgements on passing people's clothing as he watches everyone glide by.
Or maybe later, somewhere discreet, he might be getting blitzed out of his mind. He's supposed to conduct himself as a Judge in public - Beeny could be watching at any moment. But at the same time, as the evening wears on, the open bar is starting to look more and more like a great idea. He figures - why the hell shouldn't I? Everyone else is. So he has a glass or two. Or more. He feels great. He's not even pissed when they eventually have to cut him off. A fancy, shmancy event like this where he's the center of attention, openly gets to dress up and look good in public? He feels like a damn prince. Like something straight out of the old holo-vids, or a dream palace.
Yeah. He's feeling good. So out he saunters, feeling only the slightest bit unsteady on his feet. Really.
Panel and Q&A
During the panel, it's like he's a completely different person. Charismatic, easy-going, with a smile that looks just about as natural as it gets. Friendly. Harmless. He fields Claire's questions with a social grace he hasn't quite shown before, indicating that he does have them after all.
But during the Q&A, his responses are still a little too... weird. A little too intense. A little harsh, abrupt when it comes to certain topics. And although the topic veers close at times, it's a minor miracle that somebody hasn't asked him about what he thinks about The United Planets or their judiciary and governing systems yet.
And then somebody asks a very stupid question.
There's a pregnant, dangerous pause.
"Excuse me?" Rico asks. Something in his veneer cracks. "I don't believe I heard you right."
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Everything seemed to be going well until she saw someone's expression turn sour and followed it to see Rico in all his resplendence. Claire's eyes go wide, but then she's striding across the room with veiled purpose - can't let on that this is a disaster, despite how much of a disaster it was. She moves as if to walk past him but comes to graceful stop by his shoulder and speaks in hushed tones,
"I do not care if you forgot your pants or intentionally left them behind. We are putting our best face forward, incase you forgot which head you're supposed to be thinking with." She tilts her head ever so slightly to the side in order to shoot daggers at him. Really, Rico? A speedo?! Her cheeks are about as red as her hair, as much from embarassment as anger.
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"Dearing, what are you wearing?" He turns his entire body to face her as he looks her up and down, hands on his hips. "At least I brought my good outfit, what the hell happened to yours?" He would've expected her to dress up at her own event, at least. But then again with her no-nonsense attitude, it makes sense that she'd wear something so boring.
"And what are you talking about?" he asks, in genuine bafflement. "I am wearing pants." He spreads his legs demonstratively in a misguided attempt to be helpful as he gestures to himself, the other hand holding a tiny cake. "Did you imbibe too many of those drinks or what?"
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"In my world, that's what we call underware, and it is not polite to show it outside of your own bedroom." She speaking in harsh undertones, trying not to let it blow up anymore than it already has. She is not going to address his opinions on her own dress because, frankly, she didn't expect him to be able to understand women's fashion (or, apparently, fashion at all). "You're certainly not getting an respect or admiration wearing this getup."
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He eyes her suspiciously. Flushed cheeks, aversion of eye contact, defensive posture. Definitely inebriated, and clearly ashamed of her drunken state at one of her own functions.
"And you're not going to get any admiration wearing that. It's barely a step up above a potato sack." There's a pause as Rico hesitates. "Actually, in some circles wearing one would be a fairly bold statement, but I doubt it's what you were going for in this case."
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"I don't know or care who Randy Gitt is. He obviously had no eye for fashion either." His own comments on her attire she completely ignores; coming from someone not even wearing pants means they're pretty useless as far as actual constructive criticism and advice is concerned. She waves him off dismissively.
"Once again, you're forgetting who's in charge here. Why don't you grow up and go dress like your age instead of some sauced-up teenage punk?" She's trying so hard to get through to him, trying to think about angles she hasn't tried and yet she's so blinded by intense irritation at having to deal with him at all. Quiet note to self; never again allow Rico on another mission if she has any say-so.
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And oh, she's embarrassed, is she? Rico's starting to catch on. It's not his fault she has such offensively boring sensibilities, but if she's so bothered about his exposed skin...
"And just so you know, this is an extremely high quality garment," he says as he smoothes a hand over his jacket. "Gitt is a big name in the fashion industry. You know how many creds this would cost? The jacket alone would be eighty thousand." He picks up one end of his tie and throws it over his shoulder, pointedly exposing what little of his chest it was covering. "And this tie was hand-made in the Milano Enclave."
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Autographs