capemods: (Default)
capemods ([personal profile] capemods) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2012-10-15 12:42 am

i need a knack for keepin' out of trouble:

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.
hacktivist: (over the scene of the crime)

[personal profile] hacktivist 2012-10-28 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
He breathed, quietly, poring over the response, vastly more comfortable communicating in text than face to face. Memories of the suit of iron still lingered unpleasantly around him, and although he could put them aside for the sake of the mission, it made their face to face encounters ...tense.

Even when you're away from the City, you're never really away from the City.

From my level things are quiet. But this would be a strategic time to mount an attack on your group.

You are with a group?
liverletdie: (Iron Man | Static in my head)

i actually did the math for this

[personal profile] liverletdie 2012-10-28 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
He noted the question, a little curious in the query. A group? Actually he was alone, there were his roommates, of course, but he wasn't currently with them at this time, opting instead to spend an afternoon doing his own thing. The reply back was instant, even while he sipped at something that was supposed to be the best tea in the area, or something. The waitress had recommended it, and he did have a weakness for waitresses.

A group? No, but I have my eyes here too. If something happens, I'll know about it. It will take me a little less than twenty five minutes to arrive here, if needed.

I'm more concerned they'll go for our home.