"Going where I list, my own master total and absolute" (Part 2 - Diplomacy, Tourism, and Processing)

[cityship]

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.]

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[brustriese.livejournal.com]

Signum nods at the request, taking it seriously. Still, this was far too elaborate to be a trap - a diversion, maybe, if they had had anything to be diverted from, but she knew the strange (and seemingly more than a little primitive compared to the Sensoriums) device wouldn't hurt any of them. If it had been more private, even more professional, she'd be a little suspicious, but the reactions of the ticket-taker were precisely what she was used to seeing from retail employees in large cities, and she doubted anyone could fake that level of habitual sublimated disgust for a customer. Wait, was that the ticket seller...?

With only marginally more adroitness than Ruffnut - no matter how used to modern technology she got, it was still a little strange to her if it didn't look like printed paper - she attaches the apparatus to her head and gets ready for the show.

[cityship]

Howard glared at Zedd. "It sends signals to your brain, how else are the feelies supposed to work? Now stop making a scene."

[not-edd.livejournal.com]

And Zedd returned the glare right back at his guest. He's not like the others, he doesn't bow down to anyone.

"I do look like I know this stuff already?" Zedd said, finally getting around to putting the device one. As he sat down, he let out a mumbling "Blimp."

[ruffntumblenut.livejournal.com]

Ruffnut resisted the urge to punch zedd again, only just. If he kept at it though Ruff's pathetic atempt at diplomacy would be forgotten.

[brustriese.livejournal.com]

Signum can't decide whether Zedd or their host is being more unnecessarily rude and hostile - although she was tempted to default to Zedd simply because an "Evil Overlord" should know a sense input machine when he sees one - so she just ignores them and finishes connecting herself, focusing on getting her ponytail out of the way of the neck part.

[cityship]

Orin stiffened, if he chose to gloss over Zedd's little indiscretion for now. After all, the film was starting, and the attendants had helped each of the delightful individuals with him properly into their sets.

The thrum as the lights lowered and the sound started playing sent that little thrill of anticipation shivering through him.

"Make yourselves comfortable, and enjoy." Orin knew he would.

They were in for adventure on the high space-seas, plagued by mermaids who looked beautiful until the moment of their feeding. Following the heroes of the story, there was friendly banter and beautiful scenery to observe as those participating in the feelie found themselves in the role of the protagonists.

Which reminded Orin. "If you'd like to experience things from a slightly different perspective, hold a hand over your left eye. Take it off when you're enjoying what you find, hmm?" He chuckled, letting them stay on the outside of some greater joke he knew about.

Time to let the Space Adventures and the ship of beautiful but deadly Mermaids begin!