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Posted: Fri Dec 13, 2013 3:04 pm
As the night was winding down to a close, Sailor Cyllene was beginning to get desperate. More and more people were leaving, most of them much drowsier than they had been when they first arrived. The pickin's were slim and it was time for her to up her game. So Cyllene did the one thing that she figured wouldn't get her in trouble, she pushed her way through to a large group of boys and, grinning at them all from ear to ear while dangling her mistletoe over their heads, grabbed each and every one of them to kiss them all. Kiss all of the boys!
Except her plan went exactly the opposite of what she hoped it was. One of the boys was glaring at her, a few others were saying something under their breath to each other. Uh oh! These guys didn't look particularly impressed... So Cyllene pulled her hat lower onto her head and slinked away completely horrified.
Hot chocolate samples were the best plan she'd have all evening. Erythrite picked up another bit of energy, this time from a very cute young girl who she actually felt kind of bad draining. It was just a bit, though, right? And in the end she'd be helping out the kid's parents. After all, she'd go to sleep a little quicker having been drained by the Negaverse.
Wandering by, he noticed a young woman handing out hot chocolate. She looked a bit down, and he walked over to her. Erythrite would see a short, mascot in a reindeer costume and a big bow about his neck walk up to her, the bells on his loose harness jingling away, before he stopped and held out a candy cane to her. It wasn't fair to the new officers not to get a pick up after all. Energy harvesting was an important task and often draining on an officer.
He gave her a little wave too.
The Red Dame generated a random number between
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Posted: Fri Dec 13, 2013 9:07 pm
Quick to catch on, "Matt" proffered an arm for his newly acquired companion.
" I believe I can manage that, Beautiful."
He had an audience now, an audience and attention, and Chernobylite's inner showman was on alert. Failing when no one really cared or was watching was one thing, but failing in front of a beauty like this? Unacceptable. As they began to walk, he spied a an opportunity, and seized it an easy confidence.
" Pardon me, ladies." He said gently touching two women stopped in the middle of the aisle, blocking it while they played with their phones. With a word and a gesture he moved them out of the way, and siphoned off a bit of their energy. Much better.
Acanthite applauded for Chernobylite's success, but was also aware she had to catch up, as well. She caught sight of a carol book that had been discarded but had not made it all the way to a garbage can, and picked it up off the pavement. It was a little damp, but the senshi felt like she mostly knew the words, and the book was just a reassurance.
She had a decent singing voice, she thought, and thought to try to put it to good use.
... Or that douche-y looking guy was paying attention to something, at least. Acanthite showed him. (( energy: 3 flagged: 1/3 ))
Holy Blasphemy
Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2013 10:25 am
As booths started to pack up for the night, the crowd thinned so much that it became rapidly apparent there was no point in continuing their games, no reason to keep circling the grounds in search of a target. To the left and right of booth 42, curtains had been drawn and supplies packed away. Near the entrances, security were looking at their watches and tapping their toes.
So. It was over, then. Ilmenite stood, with a flash of a grin to Zink, and hoisted himself out to call everyone in -- to collect the leftover goodies and the platters they'd been on, to recover his songbooks as if he'd be using those ever again. The fair's doors were about to close, so they had to beat a retreat to warmer grounds.
Zink's building it was.
In the common room, out of uniform, Ever tossed all the leftovers onto a table and swiped at his nose, gone pink from the cold. All of the officers had been given this address, both those who had bounced and those who hadn't, and before the strike of midnight, he'd expect them all to be there.
As they trickled in and the hour grew near, he hopped up onto a chair and rooted around in his pocket. When it came to pomp, Ever wasn't an expert, so casual it would be.
"Congratulations everyone! Altogether we gathered a considerable amount of energy, filled some quotas -- but of course, some of us did a bit better than others." He grinned at them, shrugging, somewhat careless -- it was what it was. He, at least, didn't seem too terribly worried about the stragglers among them. Sometimes you just had a bad day.
"I want to congratulate one of you in particular for cleaning up, for more than doubling what the second most active officer pulled off -- Cinnabar!"
And with this, without much drama, because he wasn't great at drama, either, he pulled from his pocket her prize.
"Champion Collector, the Negaverse is awarding you this medal -- you and the past winners in these little events -- for your contribution." Finished, he hopped down off the chair to hand it to her with a grin, easy and comfortable. "It should go on your uniform."
Before they left, he turned out to the rest of them, hands spread and expression sliding toward something more serious. "Feel free to nab any of the leftover sweets or cocoa -- and if anyone felt a bit overwhelmed by this, or like they didn't quite get the idea, feel free to find me at any time. I can try to help out."
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OOC: Thank you all for participating, but this is now finished! If you'd like to write up your reaction to the medal reveal, or write up a little post back at nega housing, feel free to do so.
Congratulations Bluefire Dragonz, because Cinnabar gets the Champion Collector medal. You should link to this RP to claim it in the medal claim thread. Silent Spy / Typhon and Lolli qAq / Chromite also get this medal, for winning in past events.
I hope everyone had fun and will come to play again! Here are the final tallies, for the curious:
By the time the group of Negas met back up at some apartment building, Cinnabar had worked out some of her frustration and was in a far better mood. Far more comfortable being around other people.
As she joined in with the others that had arrived, hands stuffed in her pockets, the dark haired woman wondered how the others had made out in their energy gathering. She'd had some luck, but it had turned sour fast when she completely lost it. Red eyes lifted as the general spoke and pulled something from his pocket.
A... medal? She was honestly surprised that she had won something, but pleased as well that someone had recognized how well she had done today.
"Thank you... sir." Cinnabar said as she took the medal from him, taking a moment to affix it to her jacket. Well, it looked like things had turned out rather well today. Hopefully things would continue to go well.
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