Space Tours - RPLOG
Participants
Date
20/11/477
Log
It seems that the rumors streaming across the city were correct! A small Creator vessel, only the size of a house rather than a city, has landed in the tournament grounds and a group of Creators in their crisp, clean jumpsuits is milling around before it, talking excitedly to one another and doing inexplicable things with those odd little eggs so many of them seem to carry. One of them, apparently a leader of some sort is dressed in a parody of a ladies ballgown. Honestly, HE looks rather silly in it. "Everyone!" He calls, his voice echoing in the local vernacular from his own egg-tool, "Everyone! Welcome to the Jetstream Flash tour of the cities of PROMISE!"
Between kits and building plans, Mirana hadn't got out much at all. She needed som air. Eriene tending to her children, and with no pressing business this early afternoon, hearing of a creator landing, Mira decided she'd take up on heading to it. In a dress herself, she looks about. Jumpsuits, similar to what she'd been used to seeing them in, and more of those egg shaped machine spirits. A... Jetstream Flash Tour? Raising a gloved hand, she asks, "Pardon, but, what do you mean by a Jetstream Flash tour?"
Natska watches the ship for a few moments from the edge of the fields, the jaguar having been on her way back into the city after taking a job, wearing her black leather half-jacket and a nice scarf in the Solacious family colors. She adjusts the brim of her hat against the sun, and considers the group... although when she spots Mirana approaching them, she puts on an easy smile and wanders her way closer in to see what is up.
Following in right behind Mirana is a coyote female in a red dress, carrying a small infant in her arms. Starting out looking rather flustered and annoyed, the girl's eyes open wide at the sight of the Creator ship, as well as the Creators themselves. "These are our so-called gods?" she asks, having missed previous opportunities to see them up close. Cradling her child, she watches them move around in awe.
Rev arrives shortly after the others the large wolf is dressed in simple set of armor. He stops to take a look over the creators, and their vessel. Scratching his chin as he does so. "Hmmmmmmm so these are creators. I guess they look interesting enough."Though what's this about a jetstream flash tour." He muses as he continues on his approach if the creators.
"Oh! And here are some of the locals, now!" The male tour guide says, turning around carefully in his ballgown. They had not skimped on the costume, despite its incorrect application. He enthusiastically points out the clothing's authenticity in comparison with Mirana's own. "As you can see, I am wearing an article of local fashion," he says, waving a hand dramatically at the approaching females, "And there is no need to worry. The natives here are quite harmless and friendly. Many of the smaller ones even enjoy being held." The tour guide swishes over to Mirana, it is obvious that he has been practicing walking in skirts.
"I am Cliff Hansen," he says with a smile, gently patting Mira on the nose, "And I am leading a tour of notable CREATORS across your lovely world sponsored by the Jetstream Flash THEATER COMPANY." He looks around at the gathering beings. "You are all welcome to tag along, of course!"
Meanwhile, the tourists have started to jabber amongst themselves, making odd gestures over their strange devices and pointing at just about everything.
Mirana blinks a bit, a pat on the nose. Well, at least it was better than getting her ears and hair stroked on. She does though carefully take Cliff's hand in her own, giving it a slight shake. "Lady Mirana Solacious." She says, recovering her dignity as quickly as she can. "And notable creators? From which house would they hail from? Or which company?" She asks, not sure she'll understand the answer or not. Trying to be sure not to seem undo though, she leans in to give a whisper to Cliff, pulling back after. "Assuming this won't take weeks, or perhaps even all day, I'd enjoy taking you up on your offer Sir Hansen." She says, curtseying after.
Natska raises her eyebrows, then grins. She sweeps her hat before her in a bow to Cliff Hansen, then carefully settles it back in place. "An honor, miss," she replies. "I am Natska, and I regularly accompany travelers on their journey to provide aid and protection; I would take a tour. I am sure Cassidy would want to, as well," she adds, to herself. Then she looks over at Ruby and flashes the coyote a grin. "Gods? Pff. No, they're Creators."
Ruby gets taken aback by Cliff's comment about dressing in local fashion, her awe fading immediately. Wait... these were the Creators? Surely it couldn't be. "Oh, erm... sir 'Cliff Hansen'?" she calls out, probably using a tone a bit louder than necessary. "You do realize that the local fashion you're wearing... is the common dress for local women, right?" she asks, putting an emphasis on 'women'. "Not only that, but local /feminine/ women. I wouldn't be caught dead in a dress." she says, then looks down at the one she's wearing. "Except for right now, of course..." she shoots a look at Mirana. Looking over at Natska after that comment, she sighs. "Yes, I see that..."
Rev stops a few feet short if the group of creators. The heavy clan sized wolf raises a brow as he listens to the tour guide speak. "Hmmm I suposse I have the time to accompany you all on your tour....Though quick question first. You do know that dress is for ballroom events, and are usually made to be worn by women right?" He days while staring down at the creator who he more or less towers over
Cliff visibly pales under the onslaught of criticism toward his clothing. "EXPLICATIVE those EXPLICATIVE SCHOLARS," he mutters, then gives a withering glare at his machine as it translates. But when he turns back to his tour charges he is all smiles. "Of course it is!" he says, "But that is because on Jetstream Tours we strive to entertain! Isn't that right ladies and gentlemen?"
The small crowd of Creators all laugh and applaud, though the nearby beings can see that the man is sweating, and his shoulders slump in relief at his audience's reaction. "Let us begin the tour!" Cliff says, waving dramatically around at the tournament grounds. "This is the city of Firmament!" he says, "It is one of the largest settlements on PROMISE, though it is less than a tenth the size of even New New York Beta!" He points to the nearby city walls. "The wall around the city is meant to keep the more aggressive local fauna at bay," he says, "But I am told they are only active at night, so we are quite safe here." Waving again at the tournament ground Cliff continues. "This space is perpetually kept open in expectation of CREATOR visitors," he says, "Since the locals have no NO TRANSLATION of their own."
