Goodwill PR Tour!

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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 ...

Comments

[bachido]

The last thing Kubo expects to feel for Rico by this point is sympathy, and yet, here he is, feeling that.

"I'm sorry. That sounds awful."

It goes a long way towards explaining how horrible Rico is. If no one had ever shown him kindness or love, if all he'd ever had was the Judge Training in a world of horror like America had described, then it made sense for Rico to be as aggressive and cynical as he could be.

"Mother and Father have both been here," Kubo points out, firmly. They could come back. No other thought cheered him up like that could. "People sometimes come back even after they go. It's not a waste to do things for people you love. Or to do things that make you think of them."

Pointing out that Rico only didn't understand that because he didn't grow up with anybody to love would only be cruelty, not an explanation.

Still, it is such an empty existence to imagine, and Kubo can't stop feeling unexpectedly sorry for the man.

"I hope you have someone to make a book like this for someday," he says, a firm little frown still stuck on his face. Sympathy doesn't mean Kubo wants Rico's hands on his book at all. "In the meantime, please take your hand off mine."

[truefaceofthelaw]

There's a moment of silence, as Rico just stands there. It might even seem like Kubo's words have finally gotten through to him, the polite hope that he would become a better person in time, and have somebody of his own to care for.

"Sorry?" Rico repeats, flatly. He stares at Kubo behind his visor, like he can't even believe what he's just heard. "Sorry?"

His grip tightens on the scrapbook, the binding creaking under his gloves. And just when it looks like it'll be crushed in his grip, he suddenly relaxes, leaning back and snatching the book with him.

"You're better off keeping it for yourself. A half-blind, scrawny orphan who kills everyone he cares about feels sorry. For me."

Rico starts laughing. Not a wild laugh, but a small chuckle that speaks of real amusement. In fact, it seems like he can't stop laughing. "You can keep your whatever with people you love if that's what you get from it." He grins as he starts flipping through the book haphazardly, keeping it just out of reach of Kubo's hands, turning it this way and that. "A bunch of empty pictures and nothing."