EVENT ONE: JUNE 21ST-28TH

[luminals]

TAKE BACK KNOWHERE
When: June 21-28
Who: Everyone.
Where: All over Knowhere, ending in the Continuum Cortex and Observation Deck.

Event details are here, IC announcement is here.

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Comments

[badnewsboy]

[he yells as he approaches—and from the oddly graceful way that he can both talk and run at the same time leads someone to believe that he's no amateur at it. not only does it go film-perfect from Peter's end, but Loki seems to be like a trained actor in a movie. he ducks his head just slightly as something goes whizzing over it, muttering a curse.]

Ymir's frozen balls—!

[and is grabbed, and despite his weight, dragged like a cat by the scuff of the neck into an adjoining room. it's not until the peril passes that he catches his breath.]

I've an inkling that they'd find little in jest!

[immediately ready to do some over-Loki-like-explaining.]

My thanks, er ... space goer.

[getoffmyearth]

[If only there were a camera. Eat your heart out, George Lucas, this is a film the likes of which you could only dream of making.

Unfortunately, this is just Peter's life, which means it's about to go wrong any second now. Those are the laws of the universe that he lives by; the situation will always get much, much worse.]

It's Star-Lord.

[He can't help wincing; please, people, just remember the damn name if he has to be using it at all.]

Did you just curse somebody's frozen testicles?

[They have more pressing concerns than new swears, surely, but he just can't help asking about it.]

[badnewsboy]

Ymir.

[ he says, as if that clarifies anything. he leans in and squints up at him, as if he's looking for something. ]

Are you truly the Lord of all Stars?

[ you know, as if nothing else mattered and they really weren't being invaded at the moment. this was a very important question! ]

[getoffmyearth]

[Peter winces to hear that question anyway. Really, he'd really wanted people to drop the Star-Lord thing, and it sounds unbelievably stupid when the kid puts it like that.]

It's Star-Lord.

[And to forestall any more awkward questions, he pushes the tiny interloper further down the corridor, behind him, while he eases up to the corner to take a look.]

I think they're gone. I suppose there's no chance you're carrying anything to defend yourself, like, I dunno, at least a taser? [Giving him a better look.] ...slingshot?