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Mingle Log!

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.

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[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[ 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.

[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.]

[ ...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. ]

[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!]

[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.]

[ 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. ]

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[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.]

[ 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. ]

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[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.]

[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.]

[ 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. ]

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