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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!!

((OOC NOTES: This log is the catch-all for all ABA! Events, excluding the Demolition Man Derby and Awards Ceremony on Day :039. You'll notice the structure of this is… atypical. Feel free to glom on to absolutely any of the above hooks and prompts and go absolutely wild with them. No drama is too minor, no explosion too large. However feel free to also create your own logs concurrent to these happenings if nothing catches your eye. That said, please don't log or thread anything beyond Day :039 - you never know when things might wrap up with an unexpected bang. For full details of the events, please see the WAYPOINT SHRIL, PT.2 post. If you have any additional questions, don't hesitate to drop us a note on the Mod Contact page.

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[A very, very flat silence falls between them, Prince's gaze shifting away from Taako and just to the left of his shoulder. It is not quite the same as rolling his eyes, but it is as close as he is likely to get.]

Yes, I did. Your hatching. Certainly you have realized that something has changed in you.

[There was no avoiding the truth of it, even for those who would prefer ignorance.]

Shit changes in me all the time, my good man. I'm practically a changing machine at this point.

[But despite the fact that he's still carrying on a conversation, Taako's eye line hasn't shifted in the slightest; it takes only a handful of seconds longer before he speaks up again, pointing with his index finger as he goes:]

So do you just show your whole dick to everybody that walks into this place, or did you forget to pop on your MeUndies this morning? Because I can see like.

Your entire situation right now.

F-Y-I.

[Prince was much far more easily wrong-footed than he is now. Easily thrown by uncouth behavior and indelicate words. He was no longer so innocent or so sheltered as he had been then.

That did not mean, however, he could not be shaken. He blinks twice, very quickly, eyes focusing back on the new host and eyebrows raised.]

Pardon me?

[If Taako could hear the difference, he would notice an accent far thicker and more formal than usual. A fallback in a desperate situation.]

Edited 2017-04-14 02:01 (UTC)

You.

Advertising your junk.

Wholesale.

[The syllables are counted off on each one of Taako's fingers, as if he's somehow attempting to construct a space-haiku about dicks.]

I mean I'm not judging you if that's what you're going for. I just wanted to figure out the whole deal, you know?

[Given enough time, and enough continued irritation, the surprise wears off. With Taako's help, it wears off quite quickly, replacing, with each counted syllable, with a chilly, unamused countenance.

There was little doubt the new host was experiencing a lingering headache. Clearly it was not strong enough to dull his levity. Which was unfortunate.]

I see. Considering the distraction, perhaps it would be better for you to speak to Cathaway.

[It was hardly the first time he had been judged for his clothing, however he found himself feeling less charitable than he may have for someone who was simply from a more conservative world, which this host certainly wasn't.]

...

[There's a long beat— a solid half-minute of silence made all the more heavy by his distinct lack of mental white noise to go along with it. A quiet that might even make Prince happy, if not for the fact that it ends abruptly a moment later:]

Passing me off already, huh?

[It is a long enough silence that Prince is certain he must either have decided that this was the correct assessment, or that he was considering something. Thinking more deeply than Prince would have guessed.

Of course, as all things, it ended.]

There is little point in my explaining your situation if you cannot focus.

[It's ok, Taako, he's distracting.]

Look, I get the situation. You put a plot device in my head, it's hanging out straight chillin'— [There's a slight cough, Taako leans forward to mutter into his hand:] —like a lot of things seem to be doing right now.

But I'm trying to get to know you, my dude. What makes you tick? What's your story? What's with the jammie jams?

You know: socializing.

[Another very long, very awkward pause. The words seem insincere, but to say so would be rude, and he did not know with any surety. Certainly he could not see what he would gain from this.]

Very well. Perhaps you would like to introduce yourself, then.

[Perhaps you would like to talk about yourself as well, Taako.]

Well... [He clears his throat again, sans the theatrics this time.] I want to make sure that you're sure this is a story you want to hear. Because this is a long one.

In fact, you could say that this is a story all about how my life got flipped— turned completely upside down. And I'd like to take a minute, you know— [He reaches forward to press broad hands against Prince's cloaked shoulders.] Just sit right there.

And I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air.

[He doesn't interrupt him. That would be-rude, but it's undeniable that the longer the speech goes on the more his impassive expression changes. Only slightly at first, but more with each word, until, as Taako's hands press against his shoulders, he has a deep furrow between his brows and a confused frown firmly in place.]

It sounds as if it is a complicated story.

[Go on, Taako. Tell your tale.]

Well in west Philadelphia I was born and raised, on the playground was where I spent most of my days— chillin' out, maxin', relaxin' all cool— shooting some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys who were up to no good, started making trouble in my neighborhood.

I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, she said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air."

I begged and pleaded with her day after day, but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way. She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket, I put my Walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it."

Well, the plane landed and when I came out, there was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out. So I sprang with the quickness of lightning, disappeared. I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror— if anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought, "Nah, forget it– yo, home to Bel-Air!"

I pulled up to the house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo home smell ya later."
I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there...

...to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air.

[Another beat, Taako's broad, expectant smile stuck there as if waiting for some kind of appreciative response. Maybe a little applause.]

And then I wound up here.

Crazy world, huh?

[And still the longer it continues the more the brow crease fades and his expression shifts into something unamused. He had not sung the words, but there was a clear couplet to them, a simple rhyming scheme that, even said without musicality was clear as day.

A joke, then. Some silly distraction. No sighing- but the internal feeling of a sigh.]

Yes. Crazy. [Very, very dry.]

If you are quite finished, I would prefer to either leave you better informed or take my leave of you entirely. Have you any questions?

[You know what, Prince? He can be good. He can play nice, like the rest of the kids.]

You guys got a pool here?

[He takes a very keep breath, but he does. Not. Sigh. His voice sounds slightly long-suffering, and it was only going to get longer.]

Yes, we do. It is located in the lowest level of the Training Wing. Nearly anything you could need to better your phyiscal skills can be found there. [He pauses- then adds] However now is not really the time.

[You are welcome to the speedos, Taako.]

Edited 2017-04-27 04:04 (UTC)

Jacuzzi?

No.

[Flat voice, flat expression.]

Well shit, that kills what I was leading up to.

[What's cooler than being cool, Prince? Ice fucking cold. Which is what you are right now. Jesus.]

I do apologize. [It did not sound like he did apologize, at all] Perhaps you will find one on Waypoint Shril. Now, if you have no further questions?

[It wasn't as if he was not accustomed to being mocked or- what was it Carata called it, needled? But typically it took longer for Hosts to be comfortable enough with him, and with the situation to do so without aggression behind it.

He would almost prefer aggression. At least it felt like it served some purpose, if only venting their spleen on him as opposed to some other young host who would not be prepared for it.]

Are you heading to Waypoint Shill?

[This is important information, okay.]

[He blinked, the furrow between his brow deepening by degrees. Between that and the narrowing of his eyes his confusion- tinged with suspicion, is as easy to read as his expressions ever are.]

No. Cathaway and I will remain here. The Station must be monitored, and we must be prepared to leave if needs must.

[He is not certain he would want to go to the station, even if he had the ability. It did not seem like the type of place that would suit him.]

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