EVENT ★ WELCOME TO LERAMZEN

[futurologists]

WELCOME TO LERAMZEN After nearly three weeks of "relaxation" in Oska, Audentes is given 48 hours to prepare for their next mission. Right on time, they are rifted to a different dimension, landing them in the futuristic city of Leramzen. Instead of appearing in a large group, recruits are spread throughout the city center so as not to draw attention to themselves, arriving in isolated areas: behind buildings hidden from the street, in public restrooms, stepping into the street from behind parked cars. The key is to blend in, though the metropolitan nature of Leramzen allows for some wiggle room; the locals see enough country bumpkins from all over the galaxy that they're willing to overlook a faux pas here or there from an obvious tourist. Recruits have two weeks before the day of the museum heist. During this time, they should contact their mission analyst, George, but the rest is up to them -- a perfect time to explore the luxuries that Leramzen has to offer. CITY LIFE Leramzen is a highly cultured city, with many museums and theatres, including its prized Lyushny Theatre which homes the galaxy famous Lyushny Ballet. While the natives of this planet are human, recruits will see a wide variety of other life forms in Leramzen, some humanoid and some most definitely not. Try not to stare! The generous stipend will more than allow recruits to take in the sights and treat themselves to a luxury meal or two, but of particular interest should be the clothing and jewelry stores found in the city center. There are shops that cater to any style and taste, including a few bespoke tailors that have a convenient turnaround time of two weeks. In addition to shopping and cultural pursuits, there is an ice rink in the city center, maintained for the long winter season, and horse-drawn carriages that will take passengers on a ride through Leramzen's historic Old Town. This is also a good chance to observe the State History Museum to get a lay of the land before the mission begins. But remember -- don't draw attention to yourselves, so going in all together might not be a good idea. Settle in and take in some sights, and get ready -- because when the mission begins, you never know what you'll be in for. OOC NOTES Welcome to the new mission! Heist sign-ups are now closed for current players, but all characters accepted after May 21st will still have the opportunity to sign up. For more information on the mission, please check the dossier and direct all questions about Leramzen to this thread. Questions about the game in general should be directed to the FAQ and you may submit mission ideas or player plots at any time.

Comments

[digiorno]

[He's still in the process of trying to parse what about that weird picture is meant to be him when--he's booped? It makes him start, and yelp a little, and cover his nose instinctively, shoulders hunched.]

Asher!

[He doesn't . . . hate it. But he doesn't love it either? He doesn't know.]

I don't look like that! [He's gonna sulk now, at least for a second, while he tries to figure out how he feels about a nose boop.]

[moneyballer]

Awwwe.

[And if that wasn't enough, he briefly takes hold of the other's shoulders, squeezing them before releasing promptly.]

But you've both got da same widdle eyes-

[There are no eyes, only an outline.

He's clearly fucking with you, Giorno.]

[digiorno]

[Why is this happening to him. His shoulders tense, then slowly relax after Asher lets them go.]

There aren't any eyes! You're lying to me.

[He's all puffed up and infuriated now. Maybe he'll have a tantrum, who can say.]

[moneyballer]

Ohhhh, c'mon.

[Once again he comes closer, taking this opportunity to casually rest an all too comfortable elbow on the criminal's left shoulder, jerking his head in the direction of that piece of """artwork."""]

Don't tell me you don't see the resemblance?

[His head moves to either side as Asher pretends to seem baffled. Clearly, he's putting a lot of effort into maintaining this thinly veiled charade.]

[digiorno]

[His shoulders stiffen again. He squirms, crosses his arms over his chest, and gives Asher a truly venomous look.]

[Then he reaches up and whaps Asher across the back of his head with the flat of his hand. Not hard, but pointedly.]

Don't fuck with me.

[moneyballer]

[That may have been light but Asher shakes his shoulders and scoffs as though it hurt more than it actually did. Some spectators turn their heads to stare but are stuck in their own worlds for the most part, especially when they catch the light air of that fake scoff.

Giorno has made his point, however, so the first year decides to come out with the truth.]

It's a character actually.

[Smelly hands find their way into nice pockets. He has a feeling that he's going to enjoy the reaction to this.]

A dickbutt.

A dick 'n a butt, all rolled up into onesies.

[digiorno]

[.........................]

[Giorno just.]

[Stares . . . blankly. Tiredly. Wearily. He is broken down by this factoid. It has ruined him. He cannot go on.]

This is hands-down the least charming quality of men. I cannot believe you've ruined this pristine ice with a cartoon of a penis. Just awful.

[moneyballer]

Whaaaat?

[A bubble of a laugh erupts from deep within him, enough for Asher to thrust his head to the side and cover his mouth with a loosely clenched fist. It's a miracle he doesn't crash into the wall or stumble over his two left feet, although he does pause for a brief moment to lean on the side as he simply continues to grin in the younger man's direction, like some pale-faced imp.]

They're funny. It's funny!

[penises??? ur five]

Squint a lil' bit, and it kinda looks like a hot dog.

[He loops an arm around the side of the rink, an all too casual gesture considering the lewd atrocity he's now responsible for.]

Aaaaand, if I were to draw a dude eatin' that hot dog, he'd-

[don't chuckle like this]

He'd literally be eatin' a dick.

[digiorno]

You're the worst.

[Giorno scowls, although still somehow maintaining an air of exhaustion. Why this! That's what he wants to know.]

What about the idea of someone literally eating a dick is funny to you? That's the most unpleasant kind of cannibalism there is.

[stop trying to apply logic.]