nysalogs | (MINGLE) OPEN MIC NIGHT

Who: All The Refugee Veterans
What: A Meeting That Seems Mandatory But Really Is Just An Open Mic Night
When: April 7th, 11:00PM
Where: The Thesa Station
Warning(s): N/A

A week following an Omage Post and the distribution our heroes' awards, any character that pays mind to their devices will receive a forwarded message from Dorian Pavus (sparkler) on the evening on the 7th. Within is a mock version of the letters they received:

●●●●○ THESA

sparkler says:

You are incordially invited to the ACTUAL first assembly of the
Coalition of Refugees*
11:00PM, Thesa Station

DON'T BE LATE!
*we are NOT calling ourselves that.

FIRST IMPRESSIONS

Upon entering the conference room, arrivals will first hear music emanating from overhead speakers. The vinyl Here's Little Richard is playing on a turntable in the far corner, and several other records are on display (with a sticky note reading PROPERTY OF RICHIE TOZIER - DO NOT BREAK) to be exchanged when the tracklist has had its run. They will smell the food from the catering table of a week's work of preparation, featuring homecooked meals and dessert from other refugees that took his offer. But, most importantly, they will see the wide space of the conference room.

With the back of the room serving as a space for food, drink, the remaining half looks something like a lecture hall. There rows and rows of imperfectly placed sofas to recline in, all facing a large film screen to project images onto, which currently shows various locations of El Nysa. It's evident Dorian himself hasn't quite figured out how to produce a sleek design, though—the transitions are something straight out of Windows Movie Maker. However, it's more than they've had, and seems to be available for anyone to put the Station's database to use.

If you've arrived early, you might witness Dorian tapping his foot along to the music (he's just impatient, he will insist) and desperately downing a glass of champagne. He will inform you can help yourselves, gesturing towards the wide variety of meals (cooked chicken and complimentary sides from Venom, an abundance of meat pies from Rosalind, Welsh cake from Nash) that may or may not include something you remember only being on your homeworld, taken from the Natha's cookbooks. There are four kegs in a trolley (thanks to the efforts Eggsy Unwin), providing an overabundance of wine, mead, cider, and sparkling water. The sofas are comfortable, and even feature cup holders for a truly luxury experience. The advancements they've made for comfort is amazing.

If that alone isn't enough to keep you from being an uncomfortable wallflower (or just leaving), there are also items taken from the Lounge areas of the station—stacks of playing cards sit on the arms of sofas, and tables free of the catering to play them on. He seemed to have thrown them in last minute, as they're scattered around the room with little hint of order, but they're there. He tried.

SECOND IMPRESSIONS

For all that it seems like an incredibly boring, mediocre party, Dorian has made some effort to make the room more serious than the indulgences he offers. He's taken several items from the Exhibition Hall for a display for anyone that might have missed wonderful gems like their own portraits, the postcards, the buttons of the world they all know well. Tastefully (or rather, tastelessly), his own portrait is ahead of the rest.

But in stark contrast, there is also items from events past. There is a distinctly personal sign of those that were hailed as heroes in first entrance into Wyver, where the names of the refugees no longer with them are burnt out, as well as one of the first, damaged pods from the very arrival onto the planet itself. They line the back wall as objects would in a museum, highlighting everything they've partaken in since they've arrived. It isn't a particularly nice sight, but as his personal project, Dorian seems to find it necessary.

SPEECH! SPEECH! WAY TOO MUCH SPEECH.

At some point in the evening, Dorian will lower the volume of the music and rise to his feet. With a glass in one hand and a remote in the other, he descends on the space between the seating and the computer console and, with the slowness of a professor that does not know where to put their cursor, eventually pulls his mediocre slideshow of the world behind him. He places the remote down and picks up a microphone, tapping it for good measure, and speaks.

"You're probably wondering why I've gathered you all here..." He starts, an anxious grin on his face. He then continues to to point of why he requested them.

FINALLY:

But speeches are long and some might find the meeting is boring—there are all the tools for people to do whatever they want after he departs. The drinks are plentiful, the floor is open for an impulsiveness when the vinyls resume, and it is the whole point of the evening to relieve oneself of all the strife the refugees have endured. Air your grievances, to one another, or to everyone. Utilize the projector by plugging in your phones, for serious or completely ridiculous subjects As Dorian says, Maker knows they deserve to be a little happy.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

He did! There's a lot of stuff in-between the lines, too. You just gotta use your brain to hear it. Not that most people ever use their brains.

[He grabs an entire bowl of salted nuts and claims it as his own, leaving his alcohol within easy reach on the floor beside him.] Pretty sure that's what this whole production number is gonna be about, actually.

You must have known him really well, too. And you're observant!

[Not to mention grumpy, but Kale's realized that Rocket has plenty to be grumpy and bitter about, and it doesn't bother her. She can handle grumpy people so long as they're not going out of their way to be mean to her.]

It's not a bad idea for the refugee community as a whole to try to look out for each other.

[Rocket only preens for a second, because yes. He is observant. How nice of her to notice, but Groot's still in stasis and it's a bit of a sore spot, so it's nice to know there's other things he can focus on.]

So we can form our own city and screw the rest of 'em? My lifespan ain't long enough for that kind of project, so here's hopin' for a short-term solution to this petty feud we got dropped in the middle of.

[Kale's not the leader type by any stretch of the imagination and it's never a role that she'd want. That being said, she does still have some thoughts on the matter.]

What if we were just like...an organization? A guild or something. We could try to be a peaceful group that just takes jobs, pays rent, and doesn't get involved in the feud between Olympia or Wyver.

That's kinda what we are anyway unofficially. [He glances around the room.] I haven't seen anyone who's actually loyal to either country- they just live there. [He chuckles.] Heh. Can you imagine what this place would be like if most of us did buy into the party lines of these places?

[Chaos on the station. Darma staring directly into the camera realizing she's made a huge mistake.]

Maybe what we can do in the short term is just make it more official?

[Something a little more formal, something to help them reach out to newer refugees and ensure nobody gets taken advantage of. Little things like that seem doable in a shorter time period.

She can't help but chuckle at Rocket's suggestion.]

Considering some people's skills and abilities? That could get pretty bad pretty fast.

[He shrugs offhandedly. Official, in his world, tends to happen accidentally due to circumstances. The Guardians of the Galaxy never declared themselves an official team- it just happened. He figures the same will happen here... Or someone with more interest in that kind of thing will start it.

...Preferably before his idle joke becomes a reality, because Kale's right- it would be terrible.]

There wouldn't be any cities left and then we'd have to start from scratch and everyone would be pissed at each other, and the Celestials'll probably pitch a giant bitchfit. So basically a big mess all around.

[Kale can't see much point in getting involved in wars that aren't her own, beyond protecting the civilians and her fellow refugees that will be adversely impacted despite not particularly wanting to get involved themselves. If they can maybe do something to prevent a war all together, then great. But she's not a diplomat. She can be muscle for the people who are better at that sort of thing, though.]

I think I'd rather not piss off people who can revive the dead and save people from the destruction of more universes than I've even heard of.

Right. I mean I blew one up once [you did no such thing], but, like, he was actually legitimately evil.

[And also a planet. It's complicated- go with it.]

[Kale blinks.]

You blew up someone that powerful? That's amazing!

[Peaceful natured as she may be, Kale is still from a warrior race. She can appreciate a little destruction here and there if it's for a good reason.]

I totally did! [Look, no one can check him on this. It's so anticlimactic to just be like "well I was gonna do it, but then the Storm happened."]

And I'm sure Darma knows that, so she knows better than to mess with me. Honestly, I expected a formal apology from her for all the hardships I've faced that I completely don't deserve.

[Ham it up more, Rocket.]

[Kale's not going to question him on that. She is, however, catching on to the fact that he may be a little full of it when he mentions that Darma should have apologized to him.]

Well, Darma does have a lot of people to take care of after the storm, so maybe apologies are a little lower on her priority list than everything else. There are actual gods in some of those pods, including my universe's god of destruction.

[Rocket's fur bristles a bit.] Yeah, there's people in there that'd be bad news if she ever let 'em out. Dunno why she ain't keen on just settin' them adrift. They'd screw up everything here even worse if they woke up.

I guess she wants to preserve whoever she can, and maybe she doesn't really know how dangerous some of them are.

[She pauses for a moment, feeling that she has to explain.]

My universe's god of destruction isn't really a bad guy, though. He's just more...um. Part of the life and death cycle instead of being evil?

[Yeah, somehow that's not convincing. He cants his head at her slightly.] That sounds a little bit ridiculous, but it ain't my pseudo-religion or whatever.

Oh, I don't worship him. But I know him a little. Remember how I mentioned being in a tournament with multiple universes? The gods of destruction in each universe picked who from their universe got to fight in the tournament.

[She's aware that this sounds even more ridiculous, but sometimes truth is stranger than fiction. ]

[There's a long pause.]

Y'know... That makes about as much sense as anything else I've seen, so, uh... Congrats to those people. You were one of 'em, right?

(MINGLE) OPEN MIC NIGHT

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Sorry for the delay!

it's cool!!

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