Julian Day | Calendar Man (
exceptfebruary) wrote in
maskormenacelogs2016-07-04 01:44 pm
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
Entry tags:
- conner kent | superboy,
- erik lehnsherr | magneto,
- fuu hououji | zephyr,
- harleen quinzel | harley quinn,
- jaime reyes | blue beetle,
- joseph kavinsky | n/a,
- kang | n/a,
- laurie collins | wallflower,
- n/a | the midnighter,
- tim drake | robin,
- wanda maximoff | scarlet witch,
- † aerith gainsborough | the ancient,
- † agent texas | n/a,
- † alberto reyes | n/a,
- † anastasya griffin | the necromancer,
- † angela ziegler | mercy,
- † aurican | what is a hero?,
- † bela talbot | n/a,
- † betty ross | n/a,
- † bruce banner | hulk,
- † carl grimes | n/a,
- † chloe price | butterfly,
- † clara oswald | n/a,
- † clark kent | superman,
- † commander shepard | blasto,
- † daryl dixon | the angel,
- † dean winchester | n/a,
- † dipper pines | n/a,
- † duv galeni | n/a,
- † edward elric | the fullmetal alchemist,
- † emmett brown | doc,
- † enid | n/a,
- † flynn scifo | n/a,
- † frisk | the human,
- † gabriel gray | sylar,
- † garrus vakarian | n/a,
- † haen hithiel | chatterbug,
- † hartley rathaway | the pied piper,
- † james jesse | the trickster,
- † jesse pinkman | diesel,
- † jimmy mcgill | saul goodman,
- † jo harvelle | n/a,
- † john watson | n/a,
- † jonathan joestar | n/a,
- † julian day | calendar man,
- † junpei iori | jun★p,
- † kaidan alenko | sentinel,
- † kanaya maryam-lalonde | psychopomp,
- † kaneda shotaro | n/a,
- † kara zor-el | supergirl,
- † karen starr | power girl,
- † kasumi goto | n/a,
- † keladry of mindelan | lady knight,
- † ken amada | n/a,
- † ken kaneki | one eyed king,
- † kitty jones | n/a,
- † komasan | the youkai king,
- † leonard snart | captain cold,
- † lexa | n/a,
- † lucy pevensie | the valiant,
- † m'gann m'orzz | miss martian,
- † mabel pines | n/a,
- † mark vorkosigan | peter michael kane,
- † marty mcfly | n/a,
- † matthew lynch | n/a,
- † maya fey | the pink princess,
- † mewtwo | n/a,
- † mick rory | heat wave,
- † mikleo | luzrov rulay,
- † miles vorkosigan | admiral naismith,
- † mitchell hundred | the great machine,
- † mr. gold | rumpelstiltskin,
- † nike lemercier | n/a,
- † normie osborn | n/a,
- † pablo arjona | n/a,
- † peggy carter | miss union jack,
- † peter parker | spider-man,
- † petyr baelish | littlefinger,
- † qubit | n/a,
- † raina | n/a,
- † rikki barnes | nomad,
- † riku replica | n/a,
- † riku | darkeater,
- † rincewind | n/a,
- † robert callaghan | yokai,
- † ruby lucas | red,
- † sabriel | abhorsen,
- † sam merlotte | n/a,
- † sasha blouse | n/a,
- † satya wallace | n/a,
- † sorey | shepherd,
- † stephanie brown | batgirl,
- † ted kord | blue beetle ii,
- † tej ghem estif arqua vorpatril | n/a,
- † the (twelfth) doctor | n/a,
- † the iron bull | the iron dragon,
- † tony stark | iron man,
- † winry rockbell | n/a,
- † yuichiro hyakuya | n/a,
- † yuri lowell | n/a
we hold these truths to be self-evident
WHO: Calendar Man, Joseph Kavinsky & YOU!
WHERE: De Chima Civil War Museum Gala, the streets of De Chima
WHEN: The Fourth of July!
WHAT: In Which There Is A Gala, Which Is Crashed, There Are Eagle Fireworks, Giant Uncle Sam, and the Declaration of Independence Is Almost Stolen
WARNINGS: Violence, injury, probably foul language, chaos, nigh-desecration of patriotic sensibilities, let me know if I should edit more in!
(( OOC: Please see this plot post! And if you're participating in any of the fights, you'll want to look at this follow-up too! Hit either of those up if you have any questions or issues, thank you! ))
THE GALA
The museum's gone all out for the exhibit, "240 years of America!", proud to be the host.
While there are American flags everywhere, the decoration is mostly tasteful but undoubtedly patriotic in nature. Everything seems to be a shade of red, white or blue.
A pair of smartly-dressed greeters at the lobby check tickets and coats, and for imPorts a flash of their tattoos in the dim light will get them through.
Once inside, the museum has a broad open floor-plan with large entrance-ways. Just past the lobby is the large main hall hosting the gala, the museum café with the open bar to the right, activities for the children or young at heart to the left, and the exhibit in the back.
The activities include presentations on American history, with actors in costume. There's also a whole row of costumes for dress-up and reenactment, from all sorts of time periods. There's even a museum-wide scavenger hunt you can get a list for from an attendant.
The main hall is split between a wide open space for dancing, and dozens of round tables with red white and blue flowers, and alternating table cloths in the same colours. The Café area has a buffet table, with a wide variety of cuisine, and some vegan and vegetarian options. And be sure to have a drink at the open bar.
There are quite a number of locals, those interested in history, local politicians, and of course, quite a few there for a chance to meet imPorts. Everyone is dressed to the nines, and be sure to appreciate all the fashions on display.
From 6-8 pm of the evening guests can relax, enjoy themselves, and partake of the festivities. They may even admire the artifacts on display, from all eras in American history, at least something from every war America has participated in, and many personal items of American presidents and other historical figures. The rest of the museum is open to those who came to gala, including quite a lot of important Civil War artifacts.
After eight, however, things get quite a bit messier.
THE FIREWORKS
There's quite a lot you can conceal in a suit jacket, if it's tailored just right, and nobody tailors like a dream thief. Nonetheless, laden with five rockets, his outfit does sit a little oddly on Kavinsky's frame, so he's grateful for the sweltering heat of summer. He carries his jacket over his arm, and leaves a greeter frowning at his rude reply. July the 4th is his favorite. It's a good day to be alive. Or you know. Not alive, whatever floats your boat.
Anyone who recognizes him immediately knows there's something strange about his presence here. He plays on his phone through a couple reenactments, and then sets off a proximity alarm to a handsome painting. He waves hello here or there. He has a bit to drink, is told he can't smoke.
And then at eight, he drops off his jacket and lights it on fire.
A waiter is the first casualty, running heroically toward the smoking garment with a fire extinguisher. When he's only five feet away, the whole thing suddenly bursts into light and heat and screaming noise. Five massive eagles, made of golden flame, erupt into the air. They immediately shoot apart from each other, shrieking, blowing over wineglasses, singeing paintings, and chasing patrons. They aren't the most dangerous thing this world has seen, but it is utter pandemonium for five minutes until they're spent.
CALENDAR MAN & UNCLE SAM
And after that, comes Calendar Man.
Julian Day has been looking forward to this for quite some time. On June 14th, Flag Day, he had even gone ahead and stolen the George Washington costume from the hit musical Franklin! for this purpose. With so many reenactors around, Julian easily slips inside during the chaos caused by his recruited fellow; just one of the actors, one dressed as George Washington.
Then he quietly starts stealing things. The alarms are already blaring by this point anyway. And just as the fireworks start to end, Calendar Man gets ready to summon his monster.
In the middle of the exhibit, visible to both those viewing the artifacts and those attending the gala, the rotting corpse of Uncle Sam seems to step out of the air itself, massive and terrifying. It's about 18 feet tall, and its top hat skims the ceiling, causing lights to fall and crash.
Julian takes that exact moment to smash the glass holding the Declaration of Independence and steal his final prize. His triumph achieved, Calendar Man calls to his creation, who lifts him from the ground.
Being raised up in the hands of his creation, Calendar Man raises his voice above the din, and cries: "Wishing you all a happy Fourth of July from Calendar Man, De Chima!"
Just so that everyone knows who's responsible.
The Uncle Sam joins in with booming laughter, oddly filtered as if it were speaking through a 60-year-old radio. Its voice, similarly eerie and echoed, is loud. "Stand and fight!"
The gala, already ruined after the fireworks, gets worse as the attendees panic, tripping over themselves to get out of the way. Soon the fight will start, and there’ll be plenty of people to rescue, structures to keep from collapsing, and artifacts to save.
WHERE: De Chima Civil War Museum Gala, the streets of De Chima
WHEN: The Fourth of July!
WHAT: In Which There Is A Gala, Which Is Crashed, There Are Eagle Fireworks, Giant Uncle Sam, and the Declaration of Independence Is Almost Stolen
WARNINGS: Violence, injury, probably foul language, chaos, nigh-desecration of patriotic sensibilities, let me know if I should edit more in!
(( OOC: Please see this plot post! And if you're participating in any of the fights, you'll want to look at this follow-up too! Hit either of those up if you have any questions or issues, thank you! ))
THE GALA
The museum's gone all out for the exhibit, "240 years of America!", proud to be the host.
While there are American flags everywhere, the decoration is mostly tasteful but undoubtedly patriotic in nature. Everything seems to be a shade of red, white or blue.
A pair of smartly-dressed greeters at the lobby check tickets and coats, and for imPorts a flash of their tattoos in the dim light will get them through.
Once inside, the museum has a broad open floor-plan with large entrance-ways. Just past the lobby is the large main hall hosting the gala, the museum café with the open bar to the right, activities for the children or young at heart to the left, and the exhibit in the back.
The activities include presentations on American history, with actors in costume. There's also a whole row of costumes for dress-up and reenactment, from all sorts of time periods. There's even a museum-wide scavenger hunt you can get a list for from an attendant.
The main hall is split between a wide open space for dancing, and dozens of round tables with red white and blue flowers, and alternating table cloths in the same colours. The Café area has a buffet table, with a wide variety of cuisine, and some vegan and vegetarian options. And be sure to have a drink at the open bar.
There are quite a number of locals, those interested in history, local politicians, and of course, quite a few there for a chance to meet imPorts. Everyone is dressed to the nines, and be sure to appreciate all the fashions on display.
From 6-8 pm of the evening guests can relax, enjoy themselves, and partake of the festivities. They may even admire the artifacts on display, from all eras in American history, at least something from every war America has participated in, and many personal items of American presidents and other historical figures. The rest of the museum is open to those who came to gala, including quite a lot of important Civil War artifacts.
After eight, however, things get quite a bit messier.
THE FIREWORKS
There's quite a lot you can conceal in a suit jacket, if it's tailored just right, and nobody tailors like a dream thief. Nonetheless, laden with five rockets, his outfit does sit a little oddly on Kavinsky's frame, so he's grateful for the sweltering heat of summer. He carries his jacket over his arm, and leaves a greeter frowning at his rude reply. July the 4th is his favorite. It's a good day to be alive. Or you know. Not alive, whatever floats your boat.
Anyone who recognizes him immediately knows there's something strange about his presence here. He plays on his phone through a couple reenactments, and then sets off a proximity alarm to a handsome painting. He waves hello here or there. He has a bit to drink, is told he can't smoke.
And then at eight, he drops off his jacket and lights it on fire.
A waiter is the first casualty, running heroically toward the smoking garment with a fire extinguisher. When he's only five feet away, the whole thing suddenly bursts into light and heat and screaming noise. Five massive eagles, made of golden flame, erupt into the air. They immediately shoot apart from each other, shrieking, blowing over wineglasses, singeing paintings, and chasing patrons. They aren't the most dangerous thing this world has seen, but it is utter pandemonium for five minutes until they're spent.
CALENDAR MAN & UNCLE SAM
And after that, comes Calendar Man.
Julian Day has been looking forward to this for quite some time. On June 14th, Flag Day, he had even gone ahead and stolen the George Washington costume from the hit musical Franklin! for this purpose. With so many reenactors around, Julian easily slips inside during the chaos caused by his recruited fellow; just one of the actors, one dressed as George Washington.
Then he quietly starts stealing things. The alarms are already blaring by this point anyway. And just as the fireworks start to end, Calendar Man gets ready to summon his monster.
In the middle of the exhibit, visible to both those viewing the artifacts and those attending the gala, the rotting corpse of Uncle Sam seems to step out of the air itself, massive and terrifying. It's about 18 feet tall, and its top hat skims the ceiling, causing lights to fall and crash.
Julian takes that exact moment to smash the glass holding the Declaration of Independence and steal his final prize. His triumph achieved, Calendar Man calls to his creation, who lifts him from the ground.
Being raised up in the hands of his creation, Calendar Man raises his voice above the din, and cries: "Wishing you all a happy Fourth of July from Calendar Man, De Chima!"
Just so that everyone knows who's responsible.
The Uncle Sam joins in with booming laughter, oddly filtered as if it were speaking through a 60-year-old radio. Its voice, similarly eerie and echoed, is loud. "Stand and fight!"
The gala, already ruined after the fireworks, gets worse as the attendees panic, tripping over themselves to get out of the way. Soon the fight will start, and there’ll be plenty of people to rescue, structures to keep from collapsing, and artifacts to save.
Uncle Sam
Most of the people around him weren't watching where they were going or watching out for anyone else the way his people did. The way they'd learned to. So they weren't paying attention to the fact that there were kids around or that those small bodies found their way under tables. Tables that were not, in fact, a good place to hide and be safe. Tables could easily be crushed by an over large foot.
Daryl had to push his way through the oncoming crowd, wings forcing them to part around him, to get to the table he saw the body crawl under and flipped it with one hand. He didn't wait for protests before he was bending over, wings spread above his head like a make-shift umbrella, to pick the kid up and hold him against his chest, "I got ya, just hold on tight."
no subject
"What's going on?"
no subject
"Some asshole's making trouble for everyone," he answered in a gruff, but soft voice. He was trying to keep his tone calm and collected. So Aurican wouldn't panic more than he already was. "But you're gonna be fine. I'm gonna get you out of here."
no subject
"Where's Kang?"
no subject
"Ain't sure," he said, getting a move on toward the exit. Not an easy feat with everyone panicking and running from the giant Uncle Sam. They barely got two feet one way or the other without Daryl having to close his wings up a little to block someone stumbling in from one side or the other. And that wasn't even counting the falling bits of ceiling and pillars as the place got torn up. "Did he come with you?"
no subject
Now Aurican wishes he never consider to try it. "He was going to get drinks when the firebirds started."
Meaning the fireworks.
no subject
"Alright, we'll head that way and if we don't see him when we get there, we're gonna head out of the building," Daryl said while pulling out his government issued smart phone/communicator/whatever the hell it was being called. Waved it so Aurican could see, "You got yours on you? You talked to Kang on it at all?"
no subject
"A few times. But not recently."
He lifts his head up, looking for Kang's familiar shape. "He can't be too far."
no subject
no subject
"Aurican!"
It doesn't help that all of the lights, smoke, and noise have gotten him turned around. He's easily a head taller than most humans, and his wings and snout make a very distinctive figure - hopefully Aurican had the sense to stay in one spot and will be watching for him.
no subject
no subject
"Kang!" he roared, trying to get the guy's attention. Even if he didn't know him, he still had a better set of lungs on him than Aurican (currently) did.
no subject
"I'm not sure if your real form would be a blessing or a curse in this situation." He turns to the human. "Thank you, for helping him. We need to get him out of here now."
no subject
no subject
Another piece of the ceiling fall, this time landed on a nearby woman, covering her with white pasty chalk.
no subject
Fantastic.
An idea strikes him, and he reaches into one of the pouches at his side to pull something out. "I'm going to cast a spell to make all of us able to move more quickly. It might feel a little strange."
no subject
"We can move jus' fine without it. You get in front and push shit out of the way, I'll bring up the back with the kid. He'll be safe under my wings."
no subject
"Please make a choice soon, I am afraid of the building falling on us," Aurican pleads to the both of them, hoping any debate can be staved off in the event of danger.
no subject
And, with a blur, he was on the move, pushing obstacles out of the way and clearing a path through the thinning crowd of people.
no subject
But since Kang had given in easily, Daryl followed him, Aurican in his arms. Wings curved over their heads and the invisible shield blocking all sorts of falling and flying debris from all sides. It even pushed a few chairs out of the way when Daryl started to squeeze between them after they'd fallen into his path due to other party-goers knocking them that way.
Once they were out and into the open air, the night clear and the air as clean as it could be with a building getting torn apart from the inside out just behind them, Daryl moved off to one side where fewer people were standing. He bent down to put Aurican on the ground, "You sure you gonna be okay with Kang?"