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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2014 10:37 pm
'Twas the day before Christmas, when all through the base Ran a pudgy half-asleep Moon named Dawson Grace; At the lighthouse he re-applied deodorant with care In hopes that his Sweat Smell wouldn't be there
The mission report had been given before (though the techs repeated should reading be a chore): It stated that in a large American mall, Parents have reported oddities during their crawl Like missing children, or otherwise disturbed And inexplicable accounts that have them perturbed
A Halloween creature is on the loose, That much for sure wasn't hard to deduce; So a photo op with Santa and his elves is their solution To investigate the thing evading retribution, And hopefully erasing from the children their Fear While replacing it with something better: Holiday Cheer.
xxDarkHeartedSorrow I JUST GOT IN THE MOOD DON'T ASK xxBittiface u can make normal posts promise
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Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2014 9:58 am
'Twas the day before Christmas, and all through the base, every hunter was stirring, except captain assface.
At least, he wasn't stirring until their was a raucous at his door. Someone slammed heavy fists against it in a barbarian excuse for a knock and yelled through it that he needed to report to the techs for a mission. "********," he sighed, rubbing blearily at his eyes and glancing over at Lydia. She hadn't even turned over in her sleep, despite the noise.
By the time he made it to the portal, he still had a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth and his heavy hunter coat was slung messily over his shoulder.
"Oh, you won't need that," said a Tech with a mean looking smile.
"... what." Clearly Chris hadn't actually paid attention to what the mission was.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2014 5:35 pm
"Heeeeeeeey guys!" Dylon ran toward them, hanging an arm around each man. "Ready to save Christmas? I know I am! Maybe we can catch the eyes of some of those mall moms, eh?" He winked with a cheeky smile.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2014 6:05 pm
"Save Christmas? Hell yeah we're gonna save Christmas, man!" Dawson replied gleefully now that the three of them had arrived, patting sleepy Chris's arm and tickled pink to be joined by an Asian that didn't slightly intimidate him for once. (Sorry, Chance.) As for mall moms, well, he couldn't quite articulate himself so the pink cheeks would have to speak for him.
He lifted his cap slightly at the guy in greeting, unsure if he should be clasping shoulders in return but eager to make new friends, especially within the division. "Nice t'meetcha, moon brotha. Dawson. This here's Chris, who's uh...Uh, ya still asleep, bro? Wait, s'that seriously a toothbr--"
It was around this time that the techs, decked out like reindeer for the cause, coughed and cleared their throats. "But you heard us, right?" asked one who, judging by the LED red nose taped to his face, was really getting into character. "It's gonna be simple, boys. Get in, dress up, figure it out, bag the bad guy, and be back within the day. We sent a few people ahead to get the photo shoot set up, so you guys have an hour to hype up the event before you get to the nitty gritty." Which apparently was what he considered dealing with children. "We need as many kids as possible going to visit, alright? Any questions?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2014 11:48 am
Chris still looks incredibly confused, but nods slightly. "Can't go nowhere without brushin my teeth..." As he listens to the tech talk, trying to see past the reindeer get up, his brows draw closer and closer together. "We're dressing up? As?" He had a sinking feeling in his gut that he already knew the answer to that. medigel SORRY IT'S BEEN A BUSY WEEK.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 5:44 pm
Dylon laughed, giving the crew a thumbs up. "Sounds great! I love hyping up crowds! Of course I usually do it as a DJ but, yanno. Kids are simpler than ravers."
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 6:21 pm
"Dude." Dawson gave Dylon an impressed look. "That's freakin' rad. Ya willin' ta teach?"
"What d'you think?" the cranky reindeer retorted to Chris as the portal yawned open before them. "Look, no raves, no fun, just get in there and do your jobs. For the children." And the boys were ushered in without further ado, as Christmas (and the nightmare ruining it) waited for no man.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 6:47 pm
The trio were dumped into a backroom filled with old props, mirrors, and paper yellow lights; it appeared to be like the backstage area of a theater, but with a thicker smell of beer and more strewn clothes about. Several hunters (dressed in a festive and bright uniforms) approached, beamed, and motioned for them to follow. One grabbed Chris's toothbrush straight from his mouth and tossed it away with a cheerful titter.
"Alright, boys, we've got a half hour for make-up and costume and then another half hour to market," one of them said as the trio began to be pulled into different directions. His smile was bright enough to be on a Crest commercial. "Listen to your coach, remember your lines, and remember: smile!" With equal joy he tugged Dawson's arm and said, "C'mere, you big lug, Santa's gotta get ready!"
"Uh--?" Dawson gave the pair a helpless look as he was pulled away and out of sight.
Once given instructions and donned in the proper attire, the boys were directed to the open pavillion where a raised stage was already decked out like Santa's workshop. Camera stands were being checked and plugged, and candy-cane colored separators lined the area to keep the holiday crowd from bustling too close. The day before Christmas, the mall was teeming with people, some oblivious to the stage, some nudging and pointing it out, some keeping their heads down. Dawson was trying very hard not to sneeze as his new white beard kept tickling his nose. "Hoo boy..."
Despite the fact that peppy music was being canned over the speakers, there was a strangely tense undercurrent in the atmosphere, and it wasn't simply from the very last-minute shoppers.Quote: stage 1: blending inDylon and Chris are now dressed as Santa's helpers (your choice of elves, reindeer, or snowmen), while Dawson has been appropriated to St. Nick himself! The mall is jam packed this close to the holidays and quite noisy. Certain halls are strangely avoided and appear more shadowy than normal, but other than an eerie feeling there doesn't appear to be anything substantially incriminating yet. First you should get situated with your job (hyping up the event to passerby, especially those with children, while staying in character) and help prep the area for the photo op. Roll 1d4 (or choose a prompt if you’d rather!): 1. A teen excitedly approaches you after mistaking you for a certain celebrity they’re obsessed with. Given the right sort of spin on the truth, they may be willing to help your investigation. Whether you choose to impersonate the celebrity, tell the truth, or tell them to get lost, you’ll continue to see their face in the crowd every once in a while for the rest of mission. 2. A concerned parent appears and asks you if you’ve seen their child. They speak broken English and have a thick accent, but you manage to understand that their child has been missing for half an hour and was last seen in a popular toy store chain (where they were supposed to be waiting). They believe that you are a mall employee and would know the layout of the area better, thus they ask for your help. If you choose to abandon your post and help their search, roll 1d20. 3. A mall cop stops you, notes that you’re a new face, and asks if you’ve seen anything suspicious. Regardless of what you tell them, they sternly tell you to keep to your designated area and make sure to watch out for shady folk; there’s been a series of strange kidnappings going on and security needs to tighten up. 4. At some point you notice there’s something in your pocket: a red letter and a well sharpened pencil the size of your pinky. In scrawled writing it reads: R U NAUGHTY OR NICE? : ) Whether you choose to indulge an answer or not, both items will mysteriously disappear while you work.
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 4:48 pm
[choosing 1 of course] Chris let out a small, sad little whine as he watched his toothbrush disappear into a nasty mall bin. He grabbed for Dawson's elbow for emotional support. "Bro, bro, that was my captain america toothbrush."
He didn't get long to mourn, though, because he was whisked away from his moon brothers and into a tiny cubicle barely wide enough for him to lift his elbows and shoved into green and red fabric. The result had very little ball room and not a lot of coverage. He was pretty sure the elf tunic wasn't long enough to cover his a**, jesus christ.
He did an awkward squat-walk to the pavilion, tugging at the incredible wedgie the tights were giving him. He felt ridiculous.
"CHRIS EVANS?"
Chris turned his head in the direction of the screech, his heart thundering in his chest. Chris Evans was here? Chris Evans was going to see him in indecent tights. He wanted to cry.
But there was a small, teenage girl clutching her purse to her chest and staring at him with wide eyes. "Ohmygosh. I didn't know you were going to be here! I can't believe Chris Evans is here!!!"
"I... uh..." he swallowed thickly and looked to Santa!Dawson with wide eyes, silently begging for help.
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Bittiface rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 5:28 pm
Dylon snorted and laughed, turning away so as not to spoil 'Chris Evans''s fan moment. Quote: 4. At some point you notice there’s something in your pocket: a red letter and a well sharpened pencil the size of your pinky. In scrawled writing it reads: R U NAUGHTY OR NICE? : ) Whether you choose to indulge an answer or not, both items will mysteriously disappear while you work. Dylon tried to entertain some passing people with Christmas cheer. After a lull in passerbys, he put his hands into his Frosty the Snowman pants pockets. What was this? He took out the note and gave a laugh. Quote: R U NAUGHTY OR NICE?Naughty wink <3 <3 He grinned and pocketed it again, forgetting all about it the rest of the night.
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medigel rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 6:03 pm
A particularly large cluster burst around the photo op area in response to their pandering. Somewhere in the midst of childish poking and chatter, Dylon's letter disappeared.
Dawson couldn't help for a while because he was busy getting side-eyed and lectured by a police officer while several kids laughed in passing. Santa looked ready to ooze into his uniform by the time the intimidating woman left, and he gulped before turning to the pair.
He sort of just stared at the poor Chris Evans fan before giving his moonbro a cheeky grin. Guess that settled who was the real Cap between them huh. "Think they're ready ta start," he noted as he beckoned Chris over (that is, he made a series of motions that basically amounted to deal with her man I don't even know maybe like give her an autograph on her boob or something).
"Ya learn anything new, Dylon?" Dawson's face furrowed with some concern, made comical by the bushy white brows tickling his eye lashes and the way the beard shook as he spoke. "Popo here's on red alert 'pparently, so it's gotta be some mighty serious business fer all them kidnappin's f'it's got civs nervous. We gotta do this right, yeah?"
DarkHeartedSorrow requoting bc i forgot to mention you don't have to reroll the 1d4 thing my b you guys Bittiface just a little rp before the next stage /o/
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DarkHeartedSorrow rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 11:20 am
Great. He was getting no help with this. He turned back to the girl and cleared his throat. "I, uh, could give you an autograph?" He hoped he sounded enough like Evans to pass. He tried to hide what little southern accent he had.
The girls eyes went impossibly wider and she fumbled for something in her purse. "Yeah yeah please oh my god. No one's going to believe me... Here!" She thrust what appeared to be a vibrant candy wrapper and a pen under his nose. He signed it quickly and quietly, slipping away as soon as he was done.
"Bye! I love you!"
Chris cringed. He was going to hell.
Just as he was about to reach Dawson a cop grabbed him by the elbow and questioned him. He used words like son and boy and general made Chris feel like a degenerate child. Chris was all to happy to squirm away. "This place is ******** nuts. We need to get this done and over with before I get locked up for being too pretty or something," he agreed readily. "What's our plan, Santa?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 4:07 pm
"It's kind of scary." Dylon said with a mild frown. "Like.. this feels more real, with cops and all that. Poor kids..." He was worried now. Kids were really getting kidnapped. "Think this whole sting will work?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 4:34 pm
"A lil scary yeah...But s'gotta work, ya'll." After a moment he traded the frown for an encouraging smile, and he clasped both Dylon and Chris' shoulders hard enough to jingle the bells on the latter's costume. "Moonbros, yeah? It will. We'll find 'em." (He hoped.)
"Guy explained it ta me while he was shovin' me up in this thing. This thing's catchin' kids, right? Maybe we oughta ask the ones comin' up fer a photo n' keep an ear out, go from there?" It felt weird in there, it couldn't be that hard to sniff out a few clues, right? "Maybe we'll get 'nuff info ta flush it out."
The techs finished setting up around then, as they were called to take their positions. A line of children and even some preteens with their parental guardians were waiting to talk to Santa and his helpers, though even amidst this excitement there was a sense of urgency. Some jostled more than others, some were far too quiet. Chris's fan could be seen bobbing about the perimeter, lifting her phone in an attempt to record and take photos. At least they seemed popular enough to attract a good amount of people to talk to.
"Chins up, smiles on," hissed one of the reindeer in a perfect imitation of Effie.
Quote: stage 2: reconnaissanceWorking together as Santa and his helpers, Dawson, Chris, and Dylon must keep a close eye out for clues and conduct discreet interviews of the children coming to visit the photo op to gather more information. status effect: Throughout the several hours of investigation, Dylon will begin to feel strangely anxious, though he won't be able to place why. The more points the group receives, the more it will start to feel like he's done something wrong. Roll 1d8 until they collectively reach 10 scouting points: 1. In the crowds you see a figure that looks a little off, but they disappear before you can get a better look. (+1 SP) 2. Several kids (friends by the looks of it) are seen interacting in a shop before shaking off their parents and disappearing. Later, however, you see the same group of kids completely withdrawn and clinging to their parents, pale and unable to say a word as they approach for their photo. If asked what’s wrong, they mumble fragments of things about hearing chains and laughter, and being chased by an evil shadow. (+3) 3. On a bathroom break you notice an excessive amount of hair around one of the sinks. A closer look reveals that it’s fur, and not the fake kind. (+2) 4. The child looks nervously around and is spooked enough that the flash of the camera makes him wet himself. They don’t answer any questions but instead promises multiple times with tear-stricken eyes that they promise to be good. The child smells strangely of sulfur. (And now urine too; Dawson needs to get new pants.) (+2) 5. The child sits on Santa’s lap and gets their photo taken with no problem. Afterwards, one of their family members approaches you and surreptitiously asks if that “weird drunk Santa from before” has been fired yet or not. If asked more about it, they claim only secondhand rumors about hobos squatting in the backends of the mall to avoid the snow. (+1) 6. As the child acts like a relative nuisance during their turn, you hear snippets of their parent on the phone reporting what they believe to be a goat running around, no doubt another of a series of bizarre pranks that’s been plaguing certain parts of the mall. You can also hear them cite evidence of other misdemeanors such as muddy hoof marks, misplaced holiday gift shop stock, and missing change from the charity bucket. (+3) 7. The child is smug as they approach. They tell you that it doesn’t matter what this Santa thinks because they already know they’re on the nice list. If asked why, they claim that they met the real Santa already and he told them so. They cannot provide an actual description beyond the red suit and hat, though his clothes looked like they had seen better days and he did look a little funny. (+2) 8. As the child takes their photo, you hear someone loudly complain about how their shopping bags got filled with coal somehow. (+1)
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DarkHeartedSorrow rolled 1 8-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-8)
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2015 8:00 pm
Quote: 4. The child looks nervously around and is spooked enough that the flash of the camera makes him wet himself. They don’t answer any questions but instead promises multiple times with tear-stricken eyes that they promise to be good. The child smells strangely of sulfur. (And now urine too; Dawson needs to get new pants.) (+2) Chris was... awkward with kids. As much as he was one himself, he was also enough of an adult to realize he should never have kids of his own. He'd never quite grown up enough to be trusted with them. Still, he managed a goofy smile, and most kids were calmed easily enough by his garish outfit and jingly bells. But there was always an exception.
The kid was tiny, still a toddler really. He ducked his head shyly and refused to move, so Chris had to pick him up (held at arms length, because kids could bite, dammit) and place him on Dawson's lap.
Really, it's all his fault that Dawson has to change his pants. Chris was the one that sat the walking pee-bag on him.
Total: 2
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