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THE SYMPOSIUM
WHO: Open to ALL imPorts on New Vesuvius.
WHERE: Guggenheim Museum, New Vesuvius.
WHEN: 9PM June 29th 2013 - 11:59PM June 30th 2013. ImPorts return to the City proper once 11:59 hits.
WARNINGS: Inhumane oppression, subjugation, potential violence.
SUMMARY: New Vesuvians throw a Gatsbian symposium in celebration of this "second generation" of imPorts.
FORMAT: Tagger's choice.
The Guggenheim Museum has been gilded out. Long golden drapes fall from balconies above, royal scarlet carpet floods the floors, screens framed in platinum line along the hallways -- often reiterating key moments of the past week (at least, concerning imPorts). Much of the usual interior art has been either stored adequately or happens to be incorporated with the present displays. Champagne in elegant flutes dawn every serving corner, the buffet tables are marked with ice sculptures and rich delicacies orbit around them. All are welcomed to wine and dine (and "all" does include you). In the middle of the entrance lobby there are hollow (but reinforced) glass sculptures of the more famous city buildings, and those are filled with bubbling water. The sculptures are backlit with different colored lights, pink, bronze, blue, green. High windows frame the scene below, dripping in sunlight or darkness depending on the hour. The open exhibits leading from the main lobby and up the stairs feature Agent Archive information (compliments of Caste A), or paintings and chiseled models inspired by imPort influence. Music resounds in every corner, featuring jazzy mood shakers. The theme is simple: excess in nostalgia. Non-exhibit rooms that remain open have been temporarily redesigned for partygoer resting, or short naps. This party flows for as long as the champagne does, so the resting rooms are particularly required. You shouldn't speak in these rooms -- people are trying to sleep! That is per custom.
There's plenty of speaking elsewhere, anyway, because the new grand staircase (implemented only recently!) that glides down to the main lobby is where the speech of the Symposium continues. The topics are weighty and invoked by UNV members or Vulcanus officials (as some individuals fulfill two titles), and while you may not be interested to idle about and listen, keep in mind that most of the subjects discussed concern imPorts. Vulcanus officials in particular open with a conversation of the pros and cons of reinstating the prior containment method of imPorts (i.e. power dampeners) or if such risks committing past mistakes. Arguments in favor of and contrary to depend essentially on what you happen to overhear at the time.
You are free to mingle with each other, and you're not obligated to remain at the Symposium the entire time.
You are expected to know what you'll be doing, as expressed during your rehearsal on Friday. NPCs will interact with you as you wish to play them out. No native knows about Clotho's outreach to you via the Network, so that is a secret kept safe.
After just a couple hours into the event, she contacts you one final time per this adventure:
Hello, heroes.
I have taken the liberty of disabling any electrocution devices you might have accumulated by your handlers, in case you were feeling overwhelmed against the odds. They don't know I can do that.
Our little secret, right?
You can now do what is necessary.
I have for you the names and descriptions of the key-holding Vulcanus officials. This information may be incomplete, but it was not simple to access. Time is an issue. Remember, heroes, I only need four keys.
Lucile Davis. Early forties, brunette, VulcanusCom CEO. Always armed in a .44 pistol in her purse. Black fishnets and a white dress.
Wayland Clark. Late fifties, gray beard, presumably graying hair, brown eyes. UNV officer representing the United States. Always wears a fedora, yet no one knows why. High-pitched screamer.
Daniel Randt. Mid-twenties, light brown hair. Vulcanus Datasphere division. Unremarkable in every way, with the exception of his job.
Frank Lynnwood. Late thirties. Slightly rotund. Blue eyes. Checkered suit. Fond of fancy cheese. Vulcanus imPort Control division. Krav Maga expert.
Jennifer Cisco. Early thirties. 5'10'', green eyes, and angry. Telebroadcast Director. Lethal with knife combat.
Raquel Herrera. Early forties, brunette, blue eyes. UNV Security Director. Judo expert. Likely armed. On duty.
Jacqueline Quail. Late twenties, blonde, brown eyes. Vulcanus Security R&D Head Engineer. Blue dress. Highly dangerous, expert marksman.
Richard Benson. Early thirties, 6'2'' with brown sideburns, brown eyes. UNV top aide. Armed with two revolvers.
Hector Peck. Early thirties, bald, likely armed. UNV representing [redacted] country.
Eileen Chin. Late twenties, armed. Director of [redacted] and highly dangerous.
Nadeen Kaufmann. Early forties, armed. Brunette. UNV secretary and US diplomat representing President Wertham's executive office.
I can open my nest doors in twenty-two hours. Please do not expect a proper goodbye. I must remain in the egg in order to import you back to your city. I do not think it is fair.
Perhaps. Perhaps you can.
Tell my sisters hello for me, won't you?
You will, won't you?
WHERE: Guggenheim Museum, New Vesuvius.
WHEN: 9PM June 29th 2013 - 11:59PM June 30th 2013. ImPorts return to the City proper once 11:59 hits.
WARNINGS: Inhumane oppression, subjugation, potential violence.
SUMMARY: New Vesuvians throw a Gatsbian symposium in celebration of this "second generation" of imPorts.
FORMAT: Tagger's choice.
The Guggenheim Museum has been gilded out. Long golden drapes fall from balconies above, royal scarlet carpet floods the floors, screens framed in platinum line along the hallways -- often reiterating key moments of the past week (at least, concerning imPorts). Much of the usual interior art has been either stored adequately or happens to be incorporated with the present displays. Champagne in elegant flutes dawn every serving corner, the buffet tables are marked with ice sculptures and rich delicacies orbit around them. All are welcomed to wine and dine (and "all" does include you). In the middle of the entrance lobby there are hollow (but reinforced) glass sculptures of the more famous city buildings, and those are filled with bubbling water. The sculptures are backlit with different colored lights, pink, bronze, blue, green. High windows frame the scene below, dripping in sunlight or darkness depending on the hour. The open exhibits leading from the main lobby and up the stairs feature Agent Archive information (compliments of Caste A), or paintings and chiseled models inspired by imPort influence. Music resounds in every corner, featuring jazzy mood shakers. The theme is simple: excess in nostalgia. Non-exhibit rooms that remain open have been temporarily redesigned for partygoer resting, or short naps. This party flows for as long as the champagne does, so the resting rooms are particularly required. You shouldn't speak in these rooms -- people are trying to sleep! That is per custom.
There's plenty of speaking elsewhere, anyway, because the new grand staircase (implemented only recently!) that glides down to the main lobby is where the speech of the Symposium continues. The topics are weighty and invoked by UNV members or Vulcanus officials (as some individuals fulfill two titles), and while you may not be interested to idle about and listen, keep in mind that most of the subjects discussed concern imPorts. Vulcanus officials in particular open with a conversation of the pros and cons of reinstating the prior containment method of imPorts (i.e. power dampeners) or if such risks committing past mistakes. Arguments in favor of and contrary to depend essentially on what you happen to overhear at the time.
You are free to mingle with each other, and you're not obligated to remain at the Symposium the entire time.
You are expected to know what you'll be doing, as expressed during your rehearsal on Friday. NPCs will interact with you as you wish to play them out. No native knows about Clotho's outreach to you via the Network, so that is a secret kept safe.
After just a couple hours into the event, she contacts you one final time per this adventure:
Hello, heroes.
I have taken the liberty of disabling any electrocution devices you might have accumulated by your handlers, in case you were feeling overwhelmed against the odds. They don't know I can do that.
Our little secret, right?
You can now do what is necessary.
I have for you the names and descriptions of the key-holding Vulcanus officials. This information may be incomplete, but it was not simple to access. Time is an issue. Remember, heroes, I only need four keys.
Lucile Davis. Early forties, brunette, VulcanusCom CEO. Always armed in a .44 pistol in her purse. Black fishnets and a white dress.
Wayland Clark. Late fifties, gray beard, presumably graying hair, brown eyes. UNV officer representing the United States. Always wears a fedora, yet no one knows why. High-pitched screamer.
Daniel Randt. Mid-twenties, light brown hair. Vulcanus Datasphere division. Unremarkable in every way, with the exception of his job.
Frank Lynnwood. Late thirties. Slightly rotund. Blue eyes. Checkered suit. Fond of fancy cheese. Vulcanus imPort Control division. Krav Maga expert.
Jennifer Cisco. Early thirties. 5'10'', green eyes, and angry. Telebroadcast Director. Lethal with knife combat.
Raquel Herrera. Early forties, brunette, blue eyes. UNV Security Director. Judo expert. Likely armed. On duty.
Jacqueline Quail. Late twenties, blonde, brown eyes. Vulcanus Security R&D Head Engineer. Blue dress. Highly dangerous, expert marksman.
Richard Benson. Early thirties, 6'2'' with brown sideburns, brown eyes. UNV top aide. Armed with two revolvers.
Hector Peck. Early thirties, bald, likely armed. UNV representing [redacted] country.
Eileen Chin. Late twenties, armed. Director of [redacted] and highly dangerous.
Nadeen Kaufmann. Early forties, armed. Brunette. UNV secretary and US diplomat representing President Wertham's executive office.
I can open my nest doors in twenty-two hours. Please do not expect a proper goodbye. I must remain in the egg in order to import you back to your city. I do not think it is fair.
Perhaps. Perhaps you can.
Tell my sisters hello for me, won't you?
You will, won't you?