Mingle Log!

[notscrapmetal]

When; July 5th through July 7th!
Rating; G+
Characters; Open to ALL, 4th Wallers and Citizens!
Summary; The celebrations continue, and the Anonymous regime has summoned guests that Citizens might (not) prove very thrilled to see! As opposed to other Fourth Wall events, all visiting characters will have been invited to the City, or they must arrive here of their own will.

Mingle! Explore~!

Log;

There's so much to do and so much to see in this City of cities. From tromping through Xanadu, long walks along the shore, shopping in the Square, hunting in the forest, meeting a contact in the Underground, or getting as many answers as possible at the Welcoming Center how can anyone decide on just one. In three days time so much can be done!

Shops and restaurants are having specials. Happy hour has become happy days in some bars. This is quite the occasion! When the City decides to celebrate, it becomes contagious. Why not smile and strike up a conversation with a stranger? After all, a stranger is a friend you haven't met yet.

Comments

[tributum]

[A stranger is a threat you haven't assessed yet. Katniss hasn't seen streets this full and this free since before the Quarter Quell and, even though she took up the strange invitation of her own free will, she doesn't trust what it's offering. The streets are as battered and broken as some of the districts Coin has had her visit, and she finds herself hanging back around the rubble as something more familiar than the celebrations underway.]

[killerstyle]

[Lucky for Katniss, then, that Finnick Odair is stranger to...well, no one in Panem, at least.

He looks happy. When was the last time any of them had looked happy--not just relieved-happy, or excited-happy, or even wildly-in-love-happy, but the sort of happiness that comes with having a massive weight lifted from your shoulders?

(There's a joke to be made there, really--that the weight lifted was approximately equal to his exceedingly big head, and circumstances had seen fit to separate that from his shoulders for him. Finnick always did have a wicked streak of black humor, didn't he.)

Famous green eyes alight on the Girl On Fire.]

You took the invitation too, huh?

[pimphandoftheking]

[Merrymaking comes easily when there is plenty to drink, plenty to take cares away of home. Tyrion whistles to himself. Already he is close to needing another round before finding another bed, of course the more unsavory locations have the more interesting people. He nearly does not see the young girl.]

[saturniapavonia]

[What are laws anyway? Roman has a beer in one and a cigarette in his lips. He'd be more happy if he had company though. This is some kind of mindfuck.]

[makeahowl]

[Christina does not know what to make of this.

One day she was there, the next day she was in her hospital room safe. But then she was in the city and she's quite sure she's not supposed to be.

Still, experience is the meat of the writer's meal so she's trying not to be too scared or look too out of place.

She's not all white yet, she's not all gone yet. So there's still fear. Sitting there just as he comes around the corner.]

[actsharpbesharp]

[You walk around in your blues and people either behave better or run. John gets a kick out of it. Though it does make it hard to be okay with having a beer. Maybe it isn't such a good idea after all. Being sober keeps you vigilant. So he slurps on a fruit smoothie right out of the blender. His radio has static. At least he can enjoy it without immediately throwing it away for a call.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Is that what he thinks it is? Freddy stops in his tracks and stares at the uniform.]

[superboot]

[FINALLY.]

Cooper. [John.] Hey, Cooper.

[Look who's also in uniform.]

[velocities]

[ somebody has ditched that starfleet uniform top and pocketed his lieutenant's pips and combadge to better blend in, leaving him in slacks and a seemingly plain gray collared t-shirt. the only thing conspicuous about his appearance is the tricorder and phaser at his hips that he's not as willing to part with as he is the jacket that denotes his command division placement. he's not sure where he is, but it's highly reminiscent of late 20th/early 21st century earth. and they have pizza. real pizza that's not made with leola root or has jalapeños mixed in with the tomato sauce because neelix was experimenting, and he didn't have to go to war with the replicator to get a decent slice of it, either. ]

This isn't so bad. Could be worse. Much worse.

[hischair]

[ He's not half so eager to part with his own uniform, arms folded as he leans against a tree and watches pizza-flipping with a scowl that no snack should ever be burdened with. It's the inane sense of having nothing to really do that grates on him, glancing over the crowd to people-watch. And then ...

He stares at the stranger wearing what damn well looks like a tricorder and phaser (sort of), the undershirt and regulation-ish pants knitting together into one conclusion. Jim's straightening and heading through the crowd immediately, breaking into a jog in case the other man across the green escapes his sight. He calls a couple of times to no avail in the cheering throng, then purses his lips and plants his feet as he gets pushed to the side. ]

Hey, Starfleet!

[sleepingstar]

[Pai doesn't need to have a weapon on hand; after all, she's a living weapon herself. But it certainly doesn't hurt to have an additional one, particularly if you're depriving a potential enemy of it at the same time.

(Truth is, she's nervous. The Anonymous regime had invited her here and she had accepted, wondering if this could be a way to save her people without having to destroy Heaven's Gate. But the invitation doesn't change the fact that she's in a strange setting with beings of unknown power, and she can't find Hei.)

Tom probably won't notice a little 14 year old girl brushing past him. However, he certainly will notice the absence of his tricorder a few minutes later. (Guess who's never seen Star Trek.)]

[valedictory]

[ Somebody else is just a bit less eager to shed his Starfleet identity, so of course his uniform is still on in its entirety, that one lonely pip in place, and his combadge perfectly positioned on his chest. Even if it wasn't for the uniform, though, he'd still be sticking out like an awkward, uncertain thumb. Lucky for him, he just found someone who's not a stranger from another reality.

Well... probably not, anyway. Hopefully. Let's test that. ]

Tom!

[unkindness]

[Guess who's not trying to blend in. At all.

Granted, for her it's a lot harder than just a change of clothes and taking off her combadge, Seven can't exactly take off her implants and hide them in her non-existent pockets.

Even out of uniform, she recognizes Tom, and makes a bee-line for him.]

Lieutenant Paris.

[logistical]

[Not long after arriving, Spock has trekked towards the marketplace, tricorder in hand, dutifully examining everything he came across. He had managed to make himself presentable, but there were the faintest specks of blood on his hands where he had been unable to clean it off due to shock. The sudden dislocation to an entirely new place and time was enough to clear his head, but not completely. He was still extremely wary, and perhaps a little jumpier than normal. The Federation had no records of this city or anything resembling the inhabitants, and thus, he was obligated to make the requisite notes. Furthermore, he could reach the ship on his communicator; the only logical choices left were either wait for rescue, or see if there was a different way to reach them. He was not holding out much hope for either.]

[hischair]

[ He's been making a point of wearing his uniform lately, solely to stand out in case he happens upon any more of his crew like he did with Chekov or Uhura. It doesn't seem impossible and after trying to figure out just who is running the city, Jim's worn out from having been a reluctant social butterfly. It's cooler in the middle of the large main streets, raking through his hair to let the breeze touch his skin.

After a recent argument, he's fallen into the habit of trying to get in touch with Leonard time and again to no avail. Frankly, Jim's sick to death (argh) of being ignored. ]

Bones. Bones! God damn it, will you pick up? [ Not bothering to keep his voice down, he keeps trying to get through on the city-net device where he plants his feet and adjusts the signal. ] Ancient hunk of junk ... Bones, I told you to keep an open channel at all times! Gah.

[cadet]

[ ...this was not mars. she'd been headed there with a bunch of other cadets to do some hands on repair work at the enlisted training facility, but when she materialized, she was here and not there. the skies should be red, the ground should be orange and chalky, not blue skies with dark, rich soil. surely, they couldn't have beamed her back to earth that fast. the transport ship had just entered orbit!

cue one very confused green girl. ]

somehow all these st threads are separately timed IDEK

[hischair]

Gaila. Gaila, is that you?

[ Of all the universes, of all the dimensions, his ex had to land in this one. Not that Jim minds, he's just. Pretty taken aback when he turns around to see her across the Xanadu gardens. Is she in a red uniform? Hot. But, anyway, he heads over looking very much as if he just stepped off the Enterprise mid-shift on the bridge; he can't ignore her, she's technically one of his people now.

Oh, Jesus, I'm her superior officer. She's going to hate me even more. ]

open

[desiredhertobetheirqueen]

[She's at the bakery, first - because that's where she thinks he might go, to see if his other friends have appeared there. At some point, though, she would be at the beach, running down the shoreline, and in the wood, to where her old home is.

There are so many places.

Meet her at one of them!]

open

[killerstyle]

[He doesn't think, of course, that she might go looking for him where she thinks he would be, on the same rationale that he's using to look for her. The irony is, they somehow have managed to visit all the same stops, just in the wrong order--he assumes she'll be at the beach first, and then in the woods, and then ducks into town to check at that bar where he remembers he once crossed past with her brothers.

(Such are the things he does for her.)

But in the end, it always comes back to the beach, and being that it's July, it's plenty warm enough for him to be out in the water--half expecting her to arrive in the little boat he left her, or possibly on the back of a lion that once turned into a sea mammal before his very eyes.]

[sohigh]

[When one's invited to another dimension for the weekend, it's only polite to go. Yeah, sure, it's tempting to stay at home and watch "Sixteen Candles," but--

But actually, Harold Lee would rather be watching a John Hughes coming-of-age comedy than wandering around the streets of a strange City (albeit a strange City that he's been to briefly once before) looking for his alternate dimension travel buddy. None of his attempts to call Kumar on this phone thing he was given have succeeded and he's getting more disgruntled with every pick up, you asshole that goes unanswered.

Totally approachable.]

[notlow]

[It's another dimension. Yeah, you can bet that Kumar's here, and he just so happens to be completely unaware of his device trying to notify him of incoming messages. Maybe because he shoved it in his pocket and then forgot it was there. So when he manages to track down Harold, he's clearly the one who has suffered the hardship in their separation.]

Roldy, man, where have you been?

open ❤

[valedictory]

[ Unlike certain other members of his crew currently present, Ensign Harry Kim has not shed his gold-topped operations uniform. It's on, neat and crisp, his combadge perfectly positioned - straight and gleaming - and the one pip just where it should be on the grey collar underneath his jacket. He's the perfect picture of a model Starfleet officer. He's not drinking in the local culture just yet, opting instead to thoroughly examine his surroundings. Hey, he didn't ace quantum theory on the entrance exams for nothing. ]

these tags will be epic slow srry

[humanitysbest]

[A bare chested man slides into the seat next to Harry and smiles.]

That is not the uniform I know. But you are unmistakably Starfleet.

action; closed to castmates

[universaltranslator]

[Uhura hasn't run this fast since...well, last time there was an emergency on the Enterprise. It still isn't fast enough. Spock's alive. Spock's here. She just saw him a few days ago, when she sent him down to that damned volcano, but at the same time she also holds the memories of the months she had spent in the City without him. Everything is confusing, everything hurts, and everything leads to needing to see him.

She arrives at Kirk and McCoy's apartment and all but pounds on the door.]

[logistical]

[Just as he is about to open it, and he does, completely unprepared for what he's seeing.]

Nyota?

[The shock of it is just enough to drop any formality - he's been wrung out from talking to Jim and Bones and honestly - he's just happy to see her, even if he's not happy that she might be trapped here.]

july 7th.

[pikes]

[ with an admiral's uniform ( oddly clean, really, considering that his last memory of it is soaked with blood ) he walks through the odd city with a cane as his support and examines the place. he'd contact starfleet, or any nearby federation ship, but his comm is going haywire and there's no response. so he investigates. a small injury won't stop pike from doing what he does best, which is his job.

he ends up by the Halls of the Missing, eyes landing on the faces that's been put on the walls for everyone to see. he doesn't get a good feeling from it at all. ]

[hischair]

[ At first, Jim thinks he's seeing things. This weekend has proved to be one hell of a ride and he is 200% done with it after pissing off Bones' weird alien ex-girlfriend. (What is it with Jim and exes? They don't even have to be his and they still wish he'd fling himself into a supernova.) He wanders, wondering where to go, and then he thinks he can see Chris what the fuck nonono. Blinking as he double-takes the man at the end of the street, he keeps Bones' reiterations that he's alright going in his head, focusing on those as he stares and watches the admiral (no blood he's alive is that is it really him) use his cane to make his way into a building that Jim cased on the second day of his arrival. Hall of the Missing. Ominous, grim and not somewhere he'd pick for a reunion with his friendfatherconfidant.

He can't remember following him inside. It's quiet and clean, the walls and ceiling are wide and high so that the echo of footsteps can't be mistaken, even his in regulation boots. He doesn't run over like he did with Spock. Jim stands and stares in the gloaming half-light, convinced the City is seriously fucking with him on a personal and troubling level.

When he speaks, his voice sounds small and boy-like, about as big as he feels. ]

Sir?

open forever

[phantom_limbs]

[Eat, drink, and be merry, since yesterday you died. It's not his first time back since his-- departure, shall we say-- but he intends to make the most of it.

So, primarily, inevitably, he's making his ways through the City's better restaurant and bars, with (he hopes) more interesting pursuits to follow.]

open forever ever?

[saturniapavonia]

[Roman is out in the City acting like...well...a teenaged boy. Why would he not drink and smoke openly at every opportunity? Part of him hopes to be caught. Just to see where it would go. He sits heavily next to a certain someone.]

What's good?

[first_officer]

[This away mission is rather unexpected and more than a little unsettling, but you wouldn't know it to look at the dark-haired Starfleet officer making her way about town. Her uniform is a bit out of date, though the insignia's unmistakable. She's wearing a careful, cautious expression, and rarely ventures any information unasked.

Through the course of the weekend she can be found walking around or sitting in any numbers of bars and restaurants, watching the ersatz locals and pretending to nurse a drink. Observation is the name of the game, not interference.]

[khandothat]

[He is superior. He is a superior being. He is THE superior being.

He is a scared teenaged boy. He'd accepted the invitation here because it had sounded like fun, but he can't find any of his other crew members and it makes the experience a lot less exciting and a lot more scary.

He reaches out to grab a drink -- none of these inferior beings can tell him he's too young, HAH! -- and accidentally bumps into a woman.]

AAAAAAH!

[takealook]

[ Geordi, for his own part, is having a grand time. He wasn't sure how he'd gotten the invitation to this place, nor how he had been the one that captain had ended up sending to be the first on the ground, but he didn't mind. This wasn't a swamp planet or a mud planet or a dangerous avalanche kind of planet. Looked pretty normal, really, if your normal was twentieth century Western Earth. It wasn't Geordi's normal, but he had enough experience to sort of blend in, he thought.

He was doing a terrible job of blending right now, however, walking around in his uniform, hardly restraining himself most of the time from craning his neck around and just looking at everything. And everyone. This could be a holodeck simulation with the variety of people.

He did wish Data could have come, though, or Worf, or someone else on the crew. It was a shame that the invite was only for one. He kept wanting to make observations to someone who wasn't there, especially since his comm link wasn't working.

Oh well. He'll wander, and study, and see if he can figure out how he ended up with an invitation on his pillow to coordinates that Starfleet has never seen. ]

[joined]

[ at least the first person he'll be bumping into isn't someone from the wrong century? ezri may be a ways off from geordi's point in the timeline (as is likely evident by her uniform and the combadge variant), but at least she's not from the past. ]

Lieutenant!