Genessia Awards and Event Start!

[moviemagic]

WHO: Everyone
WHAT: It's the Genessia awards, bitches. Oh and a after party where things get real. You know with the earthquakes and spirits and the like.
WHEN: Monday 5th June
WHERE: Genessia
WARNINGS: Spirits, earthquakes, possible swearing from Krista. Who knows.

Before the awards
[Everyone is gathered who wanted to come. Things were ready and prepared, everything was perfectly in it's place. All that was needed now were the guests of honor. Red carpet laid out for everyone, interested paparazzi standing on the sidelines ready to take pictures and once one was past, a nice cosy area for people to mingle and talk until it was time. One can get a drink or something to eat, mingle with everyone else or simply get your picture taken. Have fun.]

[OOC: To note, we won't be doing the actual awards in this log so the results will be posted: here.]

After Party
[Tables were set up, nicely decorated. Buffet table set up down one side of the hall while the bar was placed on the other side. A dance floor was even in the back where people could dance the night away if they wanted to. There was also a podium set at the back into the center where the tables were facing. The young blonde herself, the host of the whole thing Krista was standing by it after at least thirty minutes into the party, she taps the glass she held lightly before coughing into the microphone.]

Ladies, gentlemen, boys and girls. Welcome to the after party. I hope you enjoyed the awards and congratulations once again to the winners, even if honestly some of them were questionable but that is my opinion. Anyway, that is not why I am standing here for. I wanted to thank everyone for coming, if it wasn't for any of you, I very much doubt this would have even happened. [She gave off the sweetest smile she could possibly do.]

I also wanted to add... [She was about to speak again when there was something strange going on. It was at least enough for the young girl to give pause as she knew what that feeling was. It was an earthquake.]

Okay everyone, this appears to be an earthquake, please do not panic and get under the tables.

[Which seemed simple enough at least. For those who might not be inside the building at the time might notice the sky is different it brighter for around 20 seconds before finally the sky crackles, sparks, and eventually it seems to stop.

That can't be good. Not at all. It wasn't long before there seemed to be something. What's that coming down from the sky? Is it a bird is it a plane. No... They look like freaky spirits. That really isn't good.]

Comments

Before and After

[sonicosuper]

Before the awards, Sonico can be found milling about and looking generally quite bashful. She has been nominated for a couple of awards, after all. When she arrived, she allowed a few photos to be taken, then she was quickly looking for a friendly face and a soft place to sit and relax before the awards were announced. She appeared to be making a beeline for the glasses of sparkling wine at one point too.

After the awards and her performance, Sonico was just as bashful and bewildered as she had been before. Two awards! Sonico could hardly believe it. That one for cutest female had her blushing ear to ear. 1. So after, Sonico can be found the female bathrooms, trying to find a space to breathe and to cool down. 2. Sonico appeared again, soon, however, and made her way for some refreshments, ready to hear what Krista had to say. When the earth shook, however, Sonico jumped in alarm and dropped her glass, starting back when it shattered at her feet. Then her eyes grew wide as she glanced around, sensing from the growing chaos that there was something more going on.

[For Mobius]
As the crowds made their way outside, in part in fear, in part morbid curiosity, Sonico saw nothing else for it but to go after them. Alone, she stumbled along, pale and frightened as her eyes searched for a friendly face. In the pushing and shoving at the exit, amidst the screaming at the sight of the spirits, Sonico was shoved out of the way by a large man desperate to escape, sending her toppling unsteadily against the crowd.

[shelteringwings]

['Don't panic', huh? Just crawl under the tables, she said. It was just an earthquake, she said. What he caught a glimpse of outside through a window at the same time sure didn't scream of just an earthquake to him.

His instincts kicked in, wanting to get some answers immediately and serve as a protector if necessary. He was one of the few calm ones in the crowd, and he was having half a mind to hop out a window to get outside faster to see what was going on... until his eyes caught a flash of pink in that crowd. He knew that hair and dress anywhere.

When Sonico was toppled, she would be caught in the arms of Mobius, who gently pulled her aside to give her some breathing room from the crowd. His feathers twitched slightly.]

Are you alright?

[sonicosuper]

*Sure she was going to hit the wall or be stepped on by those in the crowd, Sonico is surprised when she is caught. It took her a moment to realise that it was Mobius, and when she did, she leaned against him for support. Soncio looked at him in relief and thanks, slowly nodding her head*

Yes. I think so. Thank you. It's - what's happening?

Before

[sizedoesntmatter]

[Yugi didn't quite get why he even decided to come. He figured it gets him out of the house more and gets him talking to people, which was always a positive thing to say the least, so he lingered around before the awards, looking out for any potential person who might want to talk.

Soon as he spotted someone he walked on over. Slight smile on his face.]

Nice to see someone is enjoying themselves before the whole thing.

[sonicosuper]

*Sonico smiles when Yugi approaches, lifting up her glass of wine and tipping it towards him lightly in greeting*

Hmm? Oh... Well. It's just such a nice event, don't you think?

*That, and she was just so used to having her picture taking and smiling like she was having a great time*

[k2so]

[Before the awards]

Kay has never gone to a party before, doesn't know the etiquette beyond 'don't start a fight' and is generally uncomfortable around so many people. Not like it would be easy to tell, the droid looks as calm as he always does.

Krista has been really nice to him and in exchange, Kay has tried his best to dress up properly for the occasion. He has cleaned and scrubbed his frame, got rid of as many dirt as he could, and stuck a magnetic bowtie to the front of his neck. There, no one can't say he isn't trying.


[After Party | Before the earthquake]

Kay has never gone to a party before, and he isn't sure if he regrets it or not. On one side, he has never won anything before either. On the other, the award he shares with Cassian's seem a cruel reminder of a mistake, and the 'Cutest Male' award just a mistake in general.

He isn't cute, he's an enforcer droid, he's big and dangerous...and he also has to call home later to check if their pokemons and the cat are doing alright. But yes, Kay is totally not cute, not in the slightest.

What he is, even if he will try not to admit it out loud, is fairly proud of the 'Best Friend To Have' award. That was really unexpected. He's looking at the award as if he can't believe it's real.

[AP]

[om_nom_namur]

[A shrill whistle announces Namur's presence a moment before the fishman slings an arm across what equates to Kay's shoulders.]

Lookin' snazzy there, K2! Right gentlemanly.

[He tugs on the bowtie as a joke, then swears as it pops right off. He sticks it back where it was quickly, but probably unevenly.]

Oh, shit. Here y' go, sorry 'bout that, dude. Anyway, made a hell of a haul there. Way t' go! Which one's yer fave?

[k2so]

[Kay's head turns to the side and although he can't smile back, he looks like he's glad to see Namur.]

Your teeth look impressive up close. [Maybe not the best way to say hello but Kay was aiming for an honest compliment there, of sorts.] Thank you. Krista said we had to try to look presentable.

[Kay's vocoder lets out a small sound, like a chuckle.]

It's all right, no harm done. I can pretty much stick the bowtie to any part of my frame. And ah, you meant the awards? I've got a friendship one, it's nice.

after

[captain_by_the_book]

So... That was. Something.

[ Cassian is still not looking at Kay, and he keeps fiddling with the lapels of his black suit jacket, but he figures he should at least make some effort to act normal. Even if the Cutest Couple award standing on the table in front of them makes everything utterly agonizing. ]

I'm happy that you're appreciated by so many.

After

[k2so]

I don't think that description covers what THAT was...but yes.

[If Kay tried not to look at the award between them, then he ended looking at Cassian by accident. There really is no winning way to go about the situation.

The fact that Cassian looks really good in those clothes isn't helping. Fidgetting, Kay brins up a hand to his neck and makes sure his bowtie is still in place.]

I never really saw that coming. Everyone wants to shoot me on sight in our universe, but here...

[Kay glances up. Cassian is still looking really nice. Gdit.]

Congrats for the best cook award. Clearly many who voted never tried it. [Attempt at a banter, get.]

After Party

[sizedoesntmatter]

[Yugi still didn't get who actually nominated him for the awards anyway. He was even a little relieved to know he didn't actually win. But coming second... He wasn't sure what to think of that. However he wanted to at least congratulate the one who did win at least.]

Hey, I came over to congratulate you on winning. I can understand the how you won, really.

[om_nom_namur]

Before

Open- [It's weird taking a celebrity out on a date. Everyone wants a photo, but not necessarily with him in it. So whatever, it's fine. Namur can step back and lean against a wall while she does her thing. He figured it'd be this way, so this time his suit is a lot more subdued than he'd usually wear. But hey, if anyone does want to take a photo or hit him up for a chat, they're more than welcome!]

After Party

Closed- [Of course, since there's a dance floor, he's going to try and steal Sonico away from all of her socializing and selfishly hoard her all to himself for at least one song. Wherever she is, he interrupts by slipping his arm around her waist and gently pulling her back and away, sparing a wink and a salute for whoever she'd been talking to.]

Thousan' pardons but I got a job t' do an' that job involves a dance floor. Y'all understand.

[And then, to Sonico.]

C'mon, sweetheart. Promise I'll letcha get back t' yer fans in jus' a few minutes, aye? Been dyin' t' dance with y' all night.

[sonicosuper]

*The people Sonico was talking to - two men and a woman - laughed at Namur's comments and happily waved her away with him. She allows herself to be whisked away, looking in general quite excited. Sonico links her arm with his, helped in some small part by the heels that she was wearing that made her at least a few inches nearer his height*

It's okay! Those people are going to give me a modelling job!

*That accounts for her looking so pleased when he found her - her first since she received those scars. As she says it, Sonico looks up at him with a pleased smile as the song starts up, hoping he'll be equally as pleased for her*

Before and After

[shy_mage]

Before
Bracken had been told his robes would be okay, and that's exactly what he wore. He looked just like he always did, nothing fancy. Just his staff and some robes.

He was really a terrible party person. It wasn't that he disliked them. He enjoyed seeing people happy and celebrating, he just didn't know how to participate. Even at home, when he regularly attended parties held by his lectorium with friends he'd known for years, he often stayed to the side. He didn't approach people, they approached him.

And it was the same here. With so many people he was too nervous to get involved and quietly stayed by one of the walls. He was rather shocked to get anything, even an honorable mention, but he was extremely flattered. Still, he stayed on the sideline, mostly watching other people have fun.

After
Bracken couldn't remember ever being in an earthquake like this. It was much different than when he was using magic and had control of this. This was foreign, separate, and the rumbling under his feet made it difficult to stay up.

When the spirits began coming he had no idea what to do. By himself he would have readily thrown spells, but he could hit other people at the party if he did. It was oft the only thing that stayed his hand.

But he couldn't just let the evil things get him. He ran first to a table, ducking down behind it, eyes darting about. He had a staff, but if anything was close enough for him to use it he was probably already in trouble. His only real defense was his magic.

He could only hold out so long due to fear of hurting others. The spirits came in and started running amok, chaos broke out, and finally he began casting. They were in the air, so wind magic. He drew up a tornado from nothing, growing it quickly from a tiny circle of wind to many feet tall. Directing it with his staff, he had the tornado drift about where he wanted to attack the spirits, guiding it where he saw trouble. His biggest problem was that they were all over and he could only use one spell at a time. Without a tank or damage dealers to protect him, he was open to attack.

Re: Both!

[youfool]

Before
[Ted had looked at the nominations and was so, so flattered that Bracken had entered his name for "most heroic." It's a good thing Bracken had worn such traditional garb, else the man in far more idiotic colorful clothes may not have recognized him in the bustle.]

Bracken! You terrible flatterer, haha. Good to see you! I can see why you were nominated for "Most Generous"; congratulations! How have you been?

[A helluva lot better, Ted thinks, after having to weather the disappearance of two close friends back-to-back. Time heals all wounds, apparently.]

After
Ted's wearing very different clothes once the void spirits break in. He himself looks so black and so distorted, he might even be mistaken for one himself. Thankfully, Bracken has a consistent identity, allowing him to eventually find the terrified mage amidst the chaos. He'll attend to him just as soon as he untangles himself from the tornado he's swirling in.

As he spins wildly, he lances a thread into the ground. Such threads provide portals from A to B, so he disappears from the windy column, then reappears out of the sturdy ground.

Bracken! Do you need help?

[The voice is familiar, even if the appearance isn't.]

[captain_by_the_book]

before

Cassian Andor had Made An Effort. For lack of access to a proper Rebel Alliance dress uniform, he had adjusted to local customs with a nice new coat and a black suit, albeit without a tie. He'd given up on tying that, and stuffed it into a pocket of his suit; you could see something orange sticking out of his left pocket if you looked. He had even cleaned himself up properly, no conspicuously dirt-colored layers of rebel fervor on his clothes.

He was nervous and distinctly uncomfortable with the attention at the award show, doing his best to stick to the shadows. He had also, in fact, snuck in through the back entrance to avoid the paparazzi.


after, prior to the earthquake

So... that had been nothing short of excruciating. Even with the awards ceremony over, Cassian's face was still frozen in what he could only hope passed for a polite smile on some planets. He couldn't even enjoy the award as Best Cook, couldn't enjoy the honorary mention for Best Friend - how did that happen anyway? Being liked by people was so confusing.

He had a plate full of delicacies in front of him and a glass of wine, but he only picked at the food and tried his best to make himself invisible. The Cutest Couple award was placed on their table, looking over him like a threat, and if you observed him you would see that he was looking anywhere but at K-2SO.

If you paid attention you could overhear him muttering, "How long do you have to stay at such a party?"

after, prior to the earthquake

[pretty_handy]

[Ildikó doesn't really know more tan just two or three people in the whole room. The only reason she's there is because it seems like a good place to actually start meeting people and perhaps future business partners. And well, the drinks are for free.

She sit next to Cassian with a casual movement that leave no room for questioning if she should be there at all or no (the answer being, of course, a 'no'). The mercenary is holding a glass of white wine in her hand and wearing a white and orange dress.]

Wait until everyone had a few drinks, then no one will notice you leaving. [She looks over Cassian up and down, smiling appreciatively.] You clean up nicely, Mister Andor.

[zenoh]

Before

[ The party was like a dream come true for Ayame, who always fancied glamorous award ceremonies for films like the Oscars and the Golden Globes. While she has no expectations for any accolades, Ayame went in tow with her friends Satsuki and Anastasia, as another reason for them to dress up. Ayame created a dress for this event, with brilliant gold accessories and trims that contrasts the differing shades of purple of her dress. As usual, she is there to drink some of the finest alcohol the party has to offer, ask for photographs of people's dresses, and enjoy the atmosphere and the live performance by her friend Sonico. Always up for a friendly dance, Ayame can also be found by the dance floor. ]

After

[ The quake was like a switch that activates a certain mode in Ayame's psyche. The panicked screams and what her psionic senses have picked up outside of the event space has wiped whatever semblance of excitement in her face. The same serious expression she always wore returned to mask the sense of dread that came with it. Invading spirits are nothing new to to her, in fact that's what's normal to her. But as someone who has now ran away from that sort of life, Ayame wasn't pleased by this chance of events. Rushing to the window of the party space, Ayame moves the curtains telekinetically to take a better look at what's going on. The barriers are down and ghostly entities are raining down and swimming around the air of the city. ]

This again, huh?

Fox Presents: When Prompts are Difficult to Choose From

[weavemyownfate]

[Just moments before After]

[Satsuki, as already mentioned, arrived with the group adorn in her own dress that's another brilliant commission of her friend. She was caught completely by surprise to find that someone had nominated her for 'Most Likely To Accidentally Cause a War', then can't help but end up taking it personally. It's stupid to do so, she knows it, but she couldn't believe it. She's confident that Sun didn't do it either. At least Anastasia will probably get a much needed ego-boost, but Satsuki herself can't help but feel embarrassed and perhaps a bit cranky as she stands at the bar with Ayame. Her eyes dart about for anyone who might appear suspicious or looks at her the wrong way..]

Damn it.. Who was responsible for that.

[She mutters, arms crossed and brow twitching.]

[Before]

[om_nom_namur]

Well, well, if it ain't the slosh.

[Namur winks, passing Ayame a bottle of blue rum.]

How y' been, sweetheart? Keepin' busy?

[borntolove]

Before

[Ten is certainly enjoying himself as The Doctor sips on his wine and observes with glimmering in his eyes, which he's probably looking to enchant some lady to come and dance with him.]

After

[When the earthquake hits, Ten manages to find his balance; just like being in the time vortrexx and coming across some turbulence. Though - catching himself for a moment against the table helped. What happened? He will eye around to make sure no one is hurt before running towards the danger]

[Action]

[youfool]

[Before the awards]

[Someone should spell it out, in very clear and unambiguous terms, what "formal wear" is supposed to mean, for Ted's meaning is as aggressively colorful ever. Where does he find such tailors to make such garments? He'll do what he does at every party: talk to anyone who will listen about anything, then listen to the awards with rapt attention. He sneaked a peek at the nominations and was very flattered at what he got.

The reality was another story. He did not, alas, win the coveted "most heroic" award, which was disturbingly given to a murderer. And honorable mention for "most annoying"? That made him laugh. Still, even then he was beaten out by a serial window-breaker. Is there no subject this dilettante can master?

For all his external attention, Ted's dreamy gaze betrayed an inner fire. More than anything, he wants to save people. To do something that matters. He's the believer. He's the faithful son. He should be what people think of when they think of heroism, goodness, and light. A soul's salvation might depend on it! He has to do more, be more. His life should be a brilliant torch in a dark world. He should win "most annoying" because his heroism is so blindingly bright! If only he had some opportunity...]

[After Party]
[Speak of the devil. The earth shakes, the heavens split, and who should he see but the reappearance of an old enemy?

He was having a good time, despite his burning, unsatisfied heart, doing what he always does at parties: talk and dance. But when the world goes to hell and chaos surrounds the scene, Ted does something very strange.

He smiles.

He wanted to be a hero. He wants his good deeds to shine before men. It was as though the universe heard that request, and decided to give him the chance he craved. With a pang of regret, he destroys one to him beautiful suit for an ugly one: his pitch-black goku uniform. Ted leaps into the fray, ushering the innocent to safety while baring his sword and having battle with the wicked.

He wants his deeds to illuminate the world; he feels a pang of regret that he has to do it with clothing so dark.]

[Before]

[om_nom_namur]

[PHOTOBOMB!]

[No, really. Namur's trying not to get in Sonico's way, so that means he's got to ruin someone else's day by getting in their red carpet pictures, and that means there are going to be some lovely photos of Ted's garish getup featuring a looming, face pulling, victory sign flashing, blue hulk of a fishman in the background. How good are Ted's there's someone right behind me, isn't there? senses?]

[im_gonna_heal_u]

[[Before]]

[ Well, on the one hand Konoka rather liked regal awards. She had been nominated for 'Best Dancer', albeit knowing what she had notably danced to, Konoka was a little reluctant to show that off in a party like this, especially with her dress having a more eastern flair to it, more designed to be regal than to move around in (though thankfully, it doesn't really inhibit her very much. It's part of why she likes it). For now though Konoka would be looking for someone familiar to chat with, though that didn't stop her from being distracted by new faces... ]

[[After]]

[ The earthquake struck, and at once Konoka's mind is drifting back to the crisis that struck a few years ago in her timeline, the awful dangers that befell the magical world as Cosmo Entelecheia attempted to compel it to its doom. But no, there was no deliberate plan. Rather, Konoka found that she was very much finding a natural disaster, one laden with strange and awful spirits she had never seen before. ]

What's going on?! What are these...?

[ But the screams and panic compel Konoka not just to flee these strange spirits, but look to deliver help. She gently clapped her hands on her face to compel herself to move just in the nick of time, avoiding a drifting spirit and moving herself toward someone who could use a helping hand. ]

[Early into the After-Party, pre address and attack]

[paganf_ckingmin]

[This business was, as far as Pagan had been able to tell some sort of glorified popularity contest. Even more-so than an election but he supposed people just panicked if you took away their precious MTV music award shows and what-not.

He is there, because, quite simply, it is a party. Honestly, once there, he knew that his hopes had been far, far too high. No drugs, of course, so he would have to resolve that situation soon.

This event afforded him information above anything else though, especially combined with everything he'd been through on his communicator thus far and the gossip he had managed to overhear.

For now, he is dressed in a freshly cleaned suit - blindingly magenta, that he had actually managed to get repaired magically. That was still fucking with his head but good suits took time to make and he still needed a gun to wave in peoples' faces to hasten that kind of thing. His shoes were new, his hair combed, and the expression he wore one of obvious distaste.

Even the wine he had gotten ahold of was mediocre, but, he supposed, he would have to deal with slumming it just a little longer. More than anything, the tyrant King of Kyrat is fucking bored.]