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WHO: ImPorts in Venezuela
WHERE: Mérida, Venezuela
WHEN: October 15th 2012 - October 18th 2012
WARNINGS: Strong language is likely. Potential violence.
SUMMARY: President Pisani throws a festival for imPorts one and all! While this is a catchall log for the first four days and set wholly in Merida, you are not limited to those parameters. If you want to pursue your own logs too, feel free!
FORMAT: Whatever you'd like.


It was a beautiful city, green and lush. Morning mist locked fingers with older stone and quiet brick. Much of the populace lulled in the valley between two solid growths of mountains, cushioned in an ancient palm and electrified by the lively pulse of the crisp, rain-courted air. The temperature is brisk, chilly, but that shouldn't discourage you from enjoying the lakes and rivers breathing through the land. The city itself is equally crisp and its usually pristine avenues are ablaze with color; banners and posters and warm hellos. There was warmth everywhere, in homes and faces and hands.

Welcome to Mérida, Hero.

Comments

[paints_lanterns]

Uhm. [She almost looks embarrassed, but her eyes just look sad.] I don't know. He's a boy back home, he saved me. [She shakes her head.] But he's not here. He was, for a little while, but not...anymore.

[hellionated]

[ He watches her for a moment, then pointedly looks away. He knows that look. ]

Yeah, it sucks. I know. My girlfriend’s gone, too. [ Glancing sidelong at her. ] Will you see him when you go home?

[paints_lanterns]

I think so. I mean, I was with him when...[She trails off and shakes her head.] If I even go back. I've been here for so long...

[She doesn't know what she wants, honestly. This is home, but that is also home.]

[hellionated]

[ He shrugs. ]

You will. All of us will. I’ve been home once already.

Do you want to go back?

[paints_lanterns]

I have been home once before. [It had been a very...eventful...day.]

I don't know. I have a life here now. But I have...a life there too. Maybe.

[hellionated]

Then it depends on which one you think is better. Me, I'd stay. Not that we even get the choice, but still.

[paints_lanterns]

...It's not really an easy decision to make, Julian.

[hellionated]

Ain't it? You've gotta know which world gives you a better life.

[paints_lanterns]

[She frowns.] Here I have friends, and a job I really enjoy, and my hair...and so many amazing things.

But...back home there's Eugene. And...I think I might be a Princess.

[She shakes her head.]

How would I choose?

[hellionated]

[ Staring at her, obviously surprised. ]

What do you mean you think you might be a princess? That’s the kind of thing you might know, from like, birth.

[paints_lanterns]

I....[She presses her hand into her forehead in frustration.] It is a very complicated story, but...I was kidnapped, as a baby, by my...by the woman I thought was my mother.

I only remembered recently, and I...don't know if it's real. I was on my way to find out when I was brought back here.

[hellionated]

[ He frowns at her. She looks like she's genuinely struggling with this, so maybe he should just shut the hell up.

Or keep asking awkward questions like it's his business. That's cool too. ]

Then don't you want to go back? To find out who you are? Hell, Rapunzel. I would.

[paints_lanterns]

But what if I'm wrong, Julian? What if I'm not a Princess? And I lose this life I have here and go back to...to what? An empty tower?

[hellionated]

[ He shrugs. ] An empty tower, and the boy you left there.

But you’d know, either way. Here you don’t.

[paints_lanterns]

Mm. But is knowing worth losing so much?

[hellionated]

Can't tell you that, Princess. No one can.

But I'd want to know. Figure if I were you, I'd want Eugene back too.

[paints_lanterns]

Mmm. [She made an unhappy sort of sound and sighs.] I suppose I will find out one way or another eventually.

[hellionated]

Could be you won't get the choice, the Porter'll decide for you.