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WAYPOINT SHRIL, PT.2

CHARACTERS: All (New Hosts may tag anything from their arrival date on Waypoint Shril forward.)
WHERE: WAYPOINT SHRIL
WHEN: Day :033 - :038
SUMMARY: Come one, come all, to the most amazing show you will ever see! Catch-all for the all ABA! Events, excluding the Demolition Man Derby and Awards Ceremony on day :039.
WARNINGS: N/A, will update as necessary.

I hope you’re all absolutely zazzled and ready to kick things off with a bang! As always, I’m Jaymez St. Jaymez St. Jaymez and I’ll be laying it all down for you as we head into this exciting and definitely deadly five day extravaganza! I’m positively passionate about bringing you all the hottest goss straight from the barrangar’s mouth, breaking down all the most important events that happen on Waypoint Shril for this entire Aurora Blue Arena!! I hope you’re ready, but we all know you’re not! Let’s get it going then!

     ABA! DAY I. THE OPENING CEREMONIES
You’ll forgive me if I scream, won’t you? Have you ever seen anything so zane in your entire life? I know you haven’t, but don’t worry, I’m here to help you process.

So we all know what happened at the big opening, right? Talk about flashy, and did our judges look great or what? I heard from a reliable source that Talius spent the whole night about neck deep in Surellian Smoke Brandy, but you almost couldn’t tell, they managed to keep all their feet on the platform at all times. Anyway, everyone in the stands had a chance to enjoy the show - and the announcements, of course! I have to say, for as long as I’ve been doing this, these sound like some of the best challenges we’ve ever seen. And last time around we had the Great Galactic Cookoff!

Of course, we all enjoyed the show. How could we not? It’s the afterparty that everyone was looking forward to though. Did you catch sight of all the competitors up in the front? The camera loves them, but close up or no you couldn’t get half as close as the people here taking part in the action. After the show wrapped up there was an exclusive meet-and-greet. Sorry, did I say exclusive? Just about anyone with a piece of paper that said ‘press’ on it got into the party. They say it’s business, but you know, it’s funny? I saw a lot more drinks in hand than holo-pads and cam-wires. In my own hand, too, if you know what I’m saying.

Of course, not all the competitors stuck around. Plenty of others ended up drifting off to the more- lets say colorful sectors of Waypoint Shril. Police reported a small brawl down by the SOMEWHERE SOMEWHERE SOMEWHERE, no less than five people had to be taken to the nearby medic station and an entire pop-up artisanal sugar glass stand was destroyed. TUH-RAGIC.

     ABA! DAY II. LIP SYNC FOR YOUR LIFE
I know we all saw it, but hold on to your glitter gloss and pull up your grav-control shorts, because just talking about it is enough to give me the vapors. I can hardly believe what I just witnessed. Did anyone expect that raggedy bunch of Team 010 to turn around such a hot performance? I didn't know Calridians knew left from right, much less up from down but the next time I meet one in a bar I might just have to ask for a demonstration. But of course that wasn't all (PLEASE). If you're anyone who knows anyone, I'm sure you'll be hearing all about the big backstage blowup between those two teams - wow I sure do hope everyone recovers in time for tomorrow events - and who could forget when the stage tilted over and that poor sweet doll from Team Sparkle Ribbon went sliding off that terrible drop and got sliced to, well, ribbons by the laser light show (RIP. YOU WERE FABULOUS AND WAY TO SCORE SOME MAJOR POINTS FOR YOUR TEAM ON THE WAY OUT). Of course, nothing stands up to the entire stagebeing lit on fire - unless, of course, we're talking Miss Mystery's absolutely stunning display of, uhhhh… Well, that dress sure was something, wasn't it? ( *∵* )

OMS [tn: oh my sequins]! So, basically it was completely off the runway. What else can you say? I can barely wait to see what the ones who lived through that bring to the stage tomorrow. Still, I mean I know what you’re saying. You’re all 'Jaymez St. Jaymez St. Jaymez we didn’t come to you to hear what we all saw, even if we do love your dazzling and completely fresh take on the whole sitch.' No no, I know, you want to know what you couldn’t see on your holos. Ok so, you know Baranay Bartrold and his partner Aarara Ang? The pair who were disqualified in round three at the last ABA!!? Well, they’re back again, only this time they weren’t here for the competition. Rumor has it they’ve been taking cash and cred in exchange for SarSarSeven. You know, that completely wrong, oh-so-right concoction that’s said to give absolutely anyone an edge like no other? Of course everything’s got a price, and SarSar goes beyond the hefty price tag. They say that if you take too much of it, you’ll go completely off the rack (gag) and end end up, like, totally changed. Which may explain the attacks we’ve seen. Several groups of people have been found in various states of like, not so good, and people have reported seeing hairy, misshapen shapes in the shadows clinging to the buildings and lurking in the ventilation. It’s totally creep-central……. unless that’s your thing. I’m not about to yuck your yums sweet things.

Oh, and there was that tramp Garzield. I’ve been told I have to tell you that he held some tacky little off the books game show in some sketchy back lot just after the competition ended and gave away, like, some paltry thousands of Shen to any old rando that drifted in off the streets. Oh sure, he had like a wheel, some doors, and some bright lights but I think we can all agree that they just washed him out. Ugh. No one should wear that shade of chartreuse.

     ABA! DAY III. WAYPOINT WROBO WRESTLING FEDERATION
Get me a sparkling sizza water, because I’m burning up! You think things can’t get any bigger, any better, any bloodier, and then the competition begins! I’m still trying to process and I’m sure all you at home are too. But don’t you worry your sweet little heads, because I’m here to help you get your heads back on straight or sideways or any which way they’re supposed to go. I think we all knew this event was going to be big. I mean, 400 feet is nothing to sneeze at, but did we know it was going to be this big? I mean, first off, you had the fourth place finishers from last year who got in a hee-yooge blowout over whether their wrestler GARBAN THE FEARSOME was, like, an ex-con or an ex-cop? Everyone knows that’s not what it was really about - ahem- Still, you’d think that the way they were trying to fight themselves would make them an easy team to beat, but the team they were up against had a shrevil of a time figuring out how to fight someone who can’t be predicted at all. Then you had PARADA and GUCICI. Sure, they started out normal enough with a fairly rote ‘you stole the love of my life’ storyline, but the twist ending, where they were re-incarnated lovers? Gorgeous! I couldn’t take my eyes off the stage when their half-nelson turned into a full on full grope-sesh. I’ve never been more glad to be posted under the Aircon. And then there were the two teams that kept trying to out-heel each other. I mean, how many orphanages (yes, actual orphanges) did they each burn down? You’ll have to start making more orphans at this rate! Still, it made for a good show, and they really did know how to work the ropes, which you all know Jaymez appreciates.

Of course that's not all. During the day's matches, I hear there was QUITE the upset on Platform Alfa. Apparently some giant ship decided they didn't want to follow the rules and opted to jump the line to park and crashed straight into the platform (R-U-D-E). I won't bore you with the details (fire, explosions, the tragic death of the occasional bystander probably), but I can happily report that that particular ship won't be crashing into anyone else any time soon. The crew's been arrested, expecting of course the captain. Apparently the dastardly drog managed to escape into the crowd and confusion and make his way onto Waypoint Shril. So keep your eyes peeled for any shady looking Roanotian with a cut temple and a scorched jacket. He's probably trouble. >:(

In more RIDICULOUSLY EXCITING news (I know, I know - 'Jaymez St. Jaymez St. Jaymez, what could be more exciting than everything I've witnessed today?' but hold on and regulate your breathing, because this is going to give you an absolute fit), a little lilran told me today that if you hurry right along you might just catch the Late Night Hour with none other than THE Scrilliax Shann, the winner of the ABA! four years ago. Oh my glord, if she isn't just the definition of glamorous and everyone knows her parties are the pinnacle of stellarnomenal. GUH, I'm breaking a sweat just thinking about what it's going to be like. Of course, now this party is going to be exclusive, so I sure hope you have an invite. Apparently only the wildly spectacular (cough), the radically famous, or the stunningly gorgeous are going to have any hope of getting through the doors. But I promise, it'll be worth it. Sure, the last time I saw a holo of Scrilliax she had about five different beings following on their hands and tentacles after her but honestly - not a bad way to live.

     ABA! DAY IV-V. CATCH YOUR BREATH
[Just a clearly heavily staged (and digitally '~*~enhanced~*~') video of Jaymez St. Jaymez St. Jaymez fanning themselves. It's on loop. There is quite a lot of product placement for a five second clip.]

     ABA! DAY VI. LEGENDS OF THE BEAST NINJA GLADIATOR WARRIOR MASTER
I’m- I’m sorry. I just need a second. Flob, my mascara is running, I must look like a total mess. But can you blame me? I am just - floored. Overwhelmed. Like, completely blasted. It feels like I’ve been blasted by the solar winds on Plezas Twelve. This. Was. Incredible. Like, these are the times you think like, wow, I’m so like lucky to be here. To be as fabulous as I am so that I had a chance to stand here and witness some of the most impressive feats of strength and skill and - let's be honest - pure friendship we saw here today. I don’t know if I’ve ever cried harder than I did when Shivarana was hanging from that cage by her one slender clawed feeding arm while Garavan, who had already fallen into the slip-mud earlier in the round finally admitted that she loved her. An incredible upset. And then there was the temple fun-run, where one of the trailing teams managed to successfully guess the correct door seven times in a row before being grabbed by one of the guardians. My head is absolutely spinning. And then there was the team challenge, where one team ended up stuck halfway through their passage and had to make the tough call to cut half of their team off - literally. I’m still not sure how they broke the chain, but it was fully legal. Still, going into the finale at half-strength… Well, I don’t envy them. We lost so many great teams in this challenge. Fargarvaragarvarava will never be able to afford her surgery now. It’s just so heartbreaking. But that pain only makes the victories sweeter, right? And let me tell you, we’ll be popping bottles of sugar water tonight.

Now, if you're like me then you might need some time to recover before you face tomorrow (I am. NOT. READY.). Luckily, that should be totally doable thanks to the ABA!s brave security force. What's that? You don't know what happened? Oh my darlings, I hate to break the news but during the competition there was an unprecedented threat against the Judges lives and all our happiness. Apparently in the middle of today's event, an assassin attempted to get a line on our beloved trendsetters. If you thought for a moment that Saldo Saldo's amazingly mysterious shape looked momentarily unnerved, why it wasn't your imagination. Luckily, the assassin was foiled before anything terrible could occur. Which, like, thank the stars. I don't know what I'd do without them.

But I DO know I certainly wouldn't be caught dead room sharing with a bunch of defunct competitors. Did you know that when you get ejected from the competition, you lose your room and board? Which means that a bunch of shambles of teams are looking for places to crash for the rest of the week. Eughk. Get a job, losers.

KISS KISS, MY LITTLE SAINTS. I can't wait to see what tomorrow has in store for us. We’ll be heading into the last and final event - and we’ll get to meet this year’s victors. Stay with me! I’ve been, am, and will be Jaymez St. Jaymez St. Jaymez, reporting from Waypoint Shril, for this Aurora Blue Arena!!

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i. arrival;

[ The awakening process is not kind to him. Adrasteius has never been a physically robust man, and he feels his bones rattle in his thin frame as he comes to consciousness; feels an ache flower fast and terrible in his chest. He was torn away, literally and figuratively. There was no time, it seemed. Something after him? A hand in his--he can't quite remember it clearly, now.

He struggles with the tube in his skull, then nearly doubles over from the rush of sensation that follows. Stumbling against the cubby, he fumbles around inside it, half-blind, til his hand brushes against the feathers of his staff. Thank the Light. He gathers the rest of his things in a daze; leaves the new clothes where they are--he'll keep his robes, even if they're slightly stained.

Somehow, jaw clenched and legs shaking, he makes it down the ladder. He moves forward slowly, leaning on his tremendous staff for support. Shoulders hunched, ears folded back like an aggrieved cat. Echoes swirl in his mind, a sensation of not being alone, of in fact being surrounded--unfamiliar and not that welcome, either. He rubs his temples as he crosses the stark room, and then he spots someone ahead. Someone turning to speak to him. ]

Yeah, I've got a goddamn question. What the hell did you people do to me?

ii. on the streets;

[ His new position in the universe is difficult to accept, but his problems with the hivemind pale in comparison to his problems with absolutely everything going on right here, on this planet, in front of his eyes. He's quite literally staggered by what he sees on the screens (never mind the marvel of the screens themselves, a technology that goes beyond even the holograms he's seen before). He grips his staff at he stares up at a hovering display on some flesh-packed thoroughfare, his indignation so violent that his shoulders quake. The wrestling matches are on, and he's watching competitors hurl insults at each other--some storyline about somebody banging someone's mother or father or some other overheated family melodrama--while beating each other to a pulp. One fighter grabs another by the jaw and slams his opponent's head down onto the arena floor, again and again and again. The screams from the crowd swell as the opponent's face shatters, turning quickly to a mess of blood and pulp. The fight doesn't stop until referees, laughing and shaking their heads, pull the two apart--or rather, just the one, because his opponent is definitely dead.

Color commentators make cavalier remarks about somebody taking things a little too personally! The crowd laughs. The folks gathered up around Adra, eyes glued to the screens, laugh too. ]

This -- is -- filth. Filth!

[ His voice is rising. Heads, not entirely friendly, are turning. ]

I haven't seen such callous disregard for life since I was on a battlefield.

[ He makes an accusatory gesture at anyone near him. ]

You find this entertaining? You condone this? You're disgusting.

[ He's probably about to get punched in the jaw. Maybe even by you! ]

iii. a corner somewhere;

[ He knows he's far from home. Not just Azeroth, but from what he understands as the cosmos in general. Perhaps he's been brought to a whole other reality altogether. It'd explain why the Light does not feel so close as it did before. A discomfiting thing, this loss, but he must take comfort that he hasn't been abandoned entirely. He blinks and floats through the throngs of people, past bars and clubs and ostentatious hotels. No churches that he can see. No places for silence or reflection. Everything is garish and gaudy and shrill; everything is plastic and consumable. He can't stand it.

Adra moves until he's found a relatively quiet place--an alley, to be honest, wedged between a run-down dive joint and some food vendors who aren't getting a lot of business. He presses his forehead to the tacky, grimy wall and clasps his hands together. He prays, and the Light responds; a golden glow suffuses his silhouette, limning his hands and making a halo on top of his cornsilk blond hair. ]

Light, why did you bring me here? How can I serve in this chaos? Who can I help if I can hardly breathe?

[The newly hatched always had such loud minds. Even Prince for all his years of practice and his own quiet could not block them out entirely. It was not their fault. They could not help themselves.

Nor could he blame them for their reactions. Anger, at least, was sensible. And he is, for now at least, calm in the face of it.]

I could simply say that we have saved you, but it would hardly be a satisfying answer. Do you remember what you faced, before you woke?

[ Light, get a load of this guy. Adra's no stranger to flowing capes and tight-fitting armor, but he's having a hard time letting his eyes stray anywhere beyond Prince's face. He looks up at the other man, frowning, shifting his weight restlessly. ]

I remember some druid--who was clearly not a druid--taking my hand. I remember some kind of writhing darkness ... a warning.

[ He shakes his head. ]

She didn't exactly lay out the details, though. And now I'm here, and I feel--not right.

[He nods, slow, thoughtful acceptance. More than some, less than others. But he'd answered the question- and thought about it- and that was as important as what he said.]

You are correct, she was not. She was a member of the Nest, sent to your world because you were in danger, and you were targeted because of what you are. Because your mind is perfectly suited to the symbiote that now resides within you.That is why you feel as you do.

[A pause, weighed down by what he would add afterwards.] It will not pass.

[It was not a platitude and not a comfort. It was truth- a hard one, inescapable.]

Edited 2017-04-20 05:01 (UTC)

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