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Entry tags:
- !location: planetside,
- !plot: send in the clones,
- daniel jackson,
- dr mcninja,
- dustin brooks,
- gaignun kukai jr./rubedo,
- hana asakura,
- hit girl,
- howard bassem,
- kang,
- kanoe zouichi,
- kon-el,
- lash,
- lex luthor,
- lord zedd,
- lord zetta,
- nightwing,
- querl dox,
- rory williams,
- ruffnut thorston,
- sakura haruno,
- ter'thelas
"Going where I list, my own master total and absolute" (Part 2 - Diplomacy, Tourism, and Processing)
The trip down was uneventful. The view was gorgeous when the viewing window shields were raised again when they were through the atmosphere, especially as they passed down to Megalopolis, the simply-named giant city that was this world's capital. To the Earthlings there, the continents of this world would look vastly familiar, but that didn't mean anything, did it?
Eventually the sparkling city spires of the mega-city, interspersed with flying traffic, rose up to meet them, and Obs Deck, attached by its massive shielded umbilical cord, deposited them at the Council's private spaceport. It retreated back up to Stacy after they'd disembarked.
This world was a gorgeous world, that much they could likely tell while standing there on the landing pad, looking at the rounded curves of the beautifully designed spaceport. Buildings rose up above them in shades of white, paneled with multi-colored glass, in creative architectural designs. The air traffic weaved neatly in endless lines between buildings, and the overcast sky was in shades of orange and pink, with occasional slips of a bright blue peeking through.
The Council of Five was waiting for them in person, clearly glad to see them all, dressed in resplendent clothing.
"Welcome to the Megalopolis, our capital city, and welcome to Galilee. We are the Council of Five, and we're honored by your presence."
[ooc: The first subthread is now open. They have split into groups! All subthreads are now open! Please do not set up new subthreads. The plot-runners will set them up as needed as we go.]
Eventually the sparkling city spires of the mega-city, interspersed with flying traffic, rose up to meet them, and Obs Deck, attached by its massive shielded umbilical cord, deposited them at the Council's private spaceport. It retreated back up to Stacy after they'd disembarked.
This world was a gorgeous world, that much they could likely tell while standing there on the landing pad, looking at the rounded curves of the beautifully designed spaceport. Buildings rose up above them in shades of white, paneled with multi-colored glass, in creative architectural designs. The air traffic weaved neatly in endless lines between buildings, and the overcast sky was in shades of orange and pink, with occasional slips of a bright blue peeking through.
The Council of Five was waiting for them in person, clearly glad to see them all, dressed in resplendent clothing.
"Welcome to the Megalopolis, our capital city, and welcome to Galilee. We are the Council of Five, and we're honored by your presence."
[ooc: The first subthread is now open. They have split into groups! All subthreads are now open! Please do not set up new subthreads. The plot-runners will set them up as needed as we go.]
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He keeps several steps ahead of the guard's stride, which puts him at a rather fast walk. "What's 'this area', by the way? How big is it? Is it just within eyesight? Why can't I leave? What if I have to go back to the ship for my Med Kit?"
Questions, hopefully persistent and many enough to dull the guard's memory of Howard's run-in with the little girl. Not to mention that he really does want to know why they're so strict about what the visitors can see. What better way than to stick them in a movie where they have to spend two hours in seats?
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They would all owe him once they got off shift. "They'll likely last at least an hour, but we're not allowed out of view of the building. Anything you can find within immediate walking distance is allowable, sir, we simply can't use the transporters."
He paused at the barrage of questions, obviously taking a moment to gather himself before answering. "If you wish to return to your ship for anything, then you will need to wait for the rest of your group to finish, Sir. The councilor wished us to wait. And I assure you, should the need arise, our medical facilities are the best in this universe and more than adequate to any injury you might suffer while touring the entertainment district."
The doll and her guardian were quickly forgotten.
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Resentment is good.
"Whats out of view of the building? Can people see me from in there?" he asks, feigning alarm. "What are your orders, sir? If I know what they are, I can work my hardest to comply and make your life a hell of a lot easier. I'll stop asking questions, promise."
Laying it on a bit thick, probably. He pulls some money out of his pocket and heads towards a nearby store, figuring if he keeps doing stuff, he might be able to keep the guard from thinking too hard on anything.
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"No, the building is closed, keep the building in your view. I will tell you if you've gone too far." He frowned. "My orders are to escort you until the Councilor is done, it is unsafe with the terrorists about to allow you to wander our city on your own."
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He decides to play up the fear a little. The guard's clearly already written him off as irrelevant, but you can never be too careful. "Why are we even in the district if there's terrorists? Are they like...terrorists with bomb? Or lasers? Oh God, lasers are freaky. Do they torture people? Do they kidnap kids like me?"
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The implication that Howard did not was left unstated, guard walking stiff shouldered behind him into the shop.
"You don't need to worry about that, nothing will happen to you as long as you follow the rules. You would have been even safer joining the councilor in the Feelies, rather than deciding to wander. You are a visitor here, and unaccustomed to anything on this planet."
Only an idiot disregards the suggestions of his hosts.
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Howard doesn't mind the implications that he's unimportant. He prefers it that way. The less attention he gets from the guard or the Councilor, the better he can get information, and the easier it will be to sneak out later tonight.
"So anyway, these terrorists are bad enough that you have to stick around babysitting me, but not enough for me to know about? Seriously?"