EVENT #1

[space_aces]

SURVIVAL OF THE FASTEST

Dropping a set of coordinates in the logs of every Privateer space ship with no further elaboration or explanation is a way of delivering a lead that only SUPERBIA would do. What awaits at the site of the coordinates is not a civilization, nor an unpopulated rock, but a planet-sized tourist trap: The Dayton Entertainment Platform, the host of the biggest space ship race in the tri-galaxy area, the Mobius Prix.

For a place where everything is happening, none of it seems to matter for a treasure-hunting Privateer. The coordinates may seem like a total non sequitur, or a passive aggressive suggestion from SUPERBIA to take it easy. Until one starts hearing the rumors that the prize for winning the race was carved from a piece of Fortuna itself...

1

Now This Is Podracing

The Möbius Prix is an utterly ruthless affair. Anything goes, with the only rule of the race being no weapons. If a Privateer wants a closer look at that trophy, they can consider entering the race and winning it for themself. Fast space ships have an advantage (advice that could have come from the mouth of Herlock Sholmes.) But speed isn't the only factor that matters here...

Space ships don't worry about terrain per se, but the race track passes through difficult space with a claustrophobic amount of obstructions that require an ace pilot's skills and intuition to traverse. The track also goes through the territory of nasty creatures, including a pack of Triple Helix Hammerjaws during their mating season. Good luck dealing with an aggressive male Hammerjaw that thinks you're what's between him and getting laid. On top of all that, the racers will start to notice some less than natural obstacles. Mines that blow up passing vehicles, tripwires that can catch a speeding space ship, and laser turrets aimed at the track, it seems some racers don't heed the No Weapons rule as long as it isn't on the ship itself.

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Changing Hands

It's not just the competitors that have a vested interest in the outcome of this race. Intermingled with the spectators are gamblers, sweating while watching the results of their bets. No matter who wins, a lot of money is going to be exchanged in the end. Maybe try to cash out on a bet yourself, if one has a lot of faith in your fellow crewmate.

Just like on the track, people play dirty here as well. In the shadows, one might catch some suspicious looking characters lurking around. Following them will lead to one finding some tough looking guys conspiring together, with race fixing being an especially alarming keyword. Those death traps on the race track are not so inexplicable now.

It's common knowledge (to the point that locals will find you a bit naive for not knowing) that the race is a front for vast transactions of money among the local criminal empires. Investigating a bit deeper will reveal the involvement of a specific organized crime family, The Belladahlias. A lot of snooping around (whether through intelligence or arm-twisting) will disclose that the winner is rigged to be a certain ship, the Polar Star. That last tidbit will come at the cost of attracting the attention of large, suspicious followers dressed in black. Ruh-roh! Let's hope you're as fast on your feet as behind the wheel.

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Fast Food

Those with less of a need for speed are free to leisurely enjoy the splendors of Dayton. Attractions include rides, entertainers, and plenty of the Largest in the Tri-Galaxy Area and Smallest in the Tri-Galaxy Area of miscellaneous objects.

Dayton is practically half-shopping mall half-race course, with countless sellers attracted to the planet with dreams of extracting money from tourists. Omnipresent is the amount of merchandise centering around the Mobius Prix, each vendor promoting their racer of choice. T-shirts, water bottles, fans, balloons, anything you can slap a face on, it's being sold. When in Rome, why not do as the Romans do, and sell merchandise with a crewmate's face on it? Supportive AND profitable!

If any of the goods catches your eye, however, prepare to have to open your wallet wide. The Rat Race might be as brutal as the space ship tournament. Everything on Dayton is sold with massive price gouging, including the most overpriced hotdog you will ever see. If it's just food SUPERBIA will probably allow you to write it down as a living expense, but it's the principle of the thing.

Comments

QUESTIONS

[space_aces]

[wresting]

hello! RE the belladahlias, is there anything else notable about them that investigating privateers might learn? such as their main mode of, ahem, business? do they operate exclusively in dayton or planet wide? are they likely to retaliate to outside interference such as this?

lastly, mcgillis is most interested in following up the veracity of the prize. is there someone in the belladahlias he might question, and if so, how far would he have to push?

i realize this is a lot... 😬 ty for ur time!

[freearcadia]

To piggyback off McGillis questions, as Harlock does intend to fuck over their rigging - either in the race itself (Arcadia is not the fastest ship but it is very sturdy and agile for it's size), or before hand.

Also how fast do the Belladahlias come down if things get loud re: investigation?

countering the booby traps

[heeroics]

Heero and Wufei plan to locate and disable some of the booby traps on the track to ensure a more fair race.

1. Might they catch wind of the presence and location of the traps through rumor and investigation/interrogation?

2. Could they blow the traps up before the race, and/or perhaps use utilize one as a makeshift explosive to sabotage the engines of the Polar Star? They have the knowledge and expertise to make it look like an accident, but we're both down with the potential for consequences if they get caught.

3. If they can't do any of the above, is it still realistic to say they could get onto the track and disarm some of the traps?

CHARACTERS ENTERING THE RACE

[space_aces]

If you would like to test your ship and luck in the Mobius Prix, comment here with a description of your ship. Results and placements will be rolled in the end of the month.

Hermes v1 | Fortuna

[somuchshipping]

Hermes's ship is called a "Speedster" and its only weapon is a weak laser. Its shields are rated a 2/10 and its speed is 10/10. Hermes is also technically his own ship, but I doubt anyone at the prix will know that.

Furthermore, Hermes has the ability to rip holes in space and thus has the ability to cheat. He'll only use it if desperate enough. He'll mostly play it fair and square, but things may change...

GLHF contestants

Gaelio Bauduin | Gundam IBO

[retributing]

Gaelio will be entering the race! (Apologies in advance for the info dump to follow, I'm not sure what's relevant and what's not so... yeet.)

• Gaelio is not using a ship, per se, but instead his ASW-G-66 Gundam Kimaris Vidar! (After the weapons are removed of course, albeit very begrudgingly.)
• It is 19.5 meters tall (roughly 64 feet) and weighs 34.5 metric tons.
• The Kimaris Vidar is powered by two Ahab Reactors. The important bits, I think, are 1) Ahab Reactors are essentially mobile power plants and are physically indestructible, 2) The second reactor is to provide boosts of immense power to the first, and 3) Ahab Reactors are used for inertial control and, by their nature, interfere with electronics (in canon, Ahab Reactors are not allowed in cities due to the electrical disruption they cause to infrastructure).
• For speed, the Kimaris Vidar has Ahab thrusters, which are a bit slower but do not require propellant, and thermal phase thrusters which do require propellant but are very fast. ('Very fast' in Gundam translates visually in true, if maddening, anime fashion as light trails. There's no other measure the creators offer, unfortunately. Sorry!)
• As for piloting, Gaelio connects to his Gundam via the Alaya-Vijnana Type-E, a unique version of the Alaya-Vijnana spinal cord implant. To put it as simply as possible, the Type-E allows the Gundam to amplify its pilot's abilities at the behest of the pilot himself.

Eddie Bloomberg (Kid Devil) | DCU - Race Entry

[kid_devil_you_dont_know]

Eddie's ship is based on the Space Cab. (Known specs: an atomic engine and miniaturized reactor).

Because he is at heart a teenage boy, he instead made the exterior look like a 5000QV Countach Lamborghini and optimized it for speed. But it drives mostly like an automobile and Eddie has no special interface with the systems, so his normal-human-level reaction times might make his craft less maneuverable and speedy than others in the race.

The ship is equipped with a laser array as its single weapon, which can be deactivated for purposes of the race. There's a bit of "bigger on the inside" at play with Kid Devil's ship, but the interior is about the size of a Galileo shuttlecraft, so... 24 feet long by 8 feet high.

Further details can be hammered out (read: made up by me) as needed, just LMK.

Red Savain | Solatorobo

[mech_and_mutt]

Red will be entering the race in his spacecraft, Ishtar AEX01, because what's the point of having a cool piece of hardware if it doesn't have a cool and cryptic name to go along with it?

It's a Small- to mid-sized vessel, presently somewhat stripped-down of armor and comforts and tuned for speed in anticipation of racing; and while Red has removed all weapons for purposes of participating in the race, the Ishtar AEX01 does still have a trick up its sleeve: its arms.

Much like how his mech-slash-crate-lifter the Dahak AZI03 has a set of articulated arms that alternately serve as wings, the Ishtar AEX01 has a set of articulated wings that alternately serve as arms; and while these were originally made with atmospheric flight in mind, if foul play is afoot in the race, Red will be quick to answer it by grabbing and flinging asteroids and other such stray objects into his opponents.

A picture may be forthcoming eventually, but in the meantime, if you need any more info, just let me know.

Toplevel

[somuchshipping]

1 - Landing on the Planet

[Hermes's Speedster approaches the area, still captainless, in his eyes. He'll go ahead and check the scans for the area and eventually, his ship touches the ground. Hermes rushes out and looks around, quickly spotting you.]

Oh, you got the coords, too? Huh. Seems like everyone did. Why would we be bought here...?

2 - Racing Contestants Announced

[It's been a good few hours since everyone landed and finding out about the race. It's going to start soon and the contestants have just gotten announced. One of them may stand out: Hermes v1. If you catch him, he'll be in very good spirits, rushing about from place to place and barely even standing still.

It's then he just rushes up to you and just bombards you with hyperspeed talking.]

SoDidYou HearAboutTheRace? IEnteredIt! TheySayThePrize IsGoingToBeA PieceOfFortuna! I'mDefinitelyGonnaWin! IDon'tKnow IfYouKnow, BuuuutI'mDefinitely SuperFast!

[Looks like he hasn't heard it's rigged yet.]

3 - During the Race

[The bets have been set, the contestants are ready, and the race has begun! Over the next few minutes, Hermes's ship pulls into an early lead, because of course it does. Those that want to communicate with him during the race can choose to do so, whether it be bantering, giving tips or warnings, or even just casual talk through the communications channel.]

4 - Wildcard

[Create your own prompt with Hermes!]

3 - During the Race

[funnylittleclown]

Can--... som...

[ The crackle of static is annoyingly loud and persistent, growing slightly less fuzzy as time and adjustments are made. ]

Can anyone hear me? Please...***** Respond!

2Cpt. Adela Pérez | Original Character

[futuradelita]

1. Now This Is Podracing

[ Adela knows well she stands among her betters when it regards pilots, and even starships. And mind, she's damn proud of that an A.I. would consider her their equals. However, she's seen what happens to the best equipment when there's nothing to maintain it or even fuel it. It is why before the race, she is near the ships of her fellow explorers, moving around and trying to see what can be repaired, boosted, strengthened, given a wider range of view... ]

Pass me the toolbox and all materials you would have here, [ Adela says to whoever's near her, ] y si se puede, we can take whatever junk the other racers may have and add it to our own.

[ At first, she has no reasons to be inside of a ship, if she can't even be a gunner... but once the truth of just how much is it rigged comes out, Adela will know she has to be inside one of the racer ships to help them however possible. She has two ways of getting in. ]

[ One of them, she runs like hell towards whichever ship needs her, toolbox in hand, and slams the blast door behind her. And once the ship runs, she's in here repairing, helping in detection, or even boarding if possible. ]

[ On another possibility, and one that Adela is aware is batshit crazy but necessary, is performing an EVA Op just in the path of whichever ship needs her the most, and hitching a ride in order to repair everything on the outside... and once the Polar Star comes near, prepare for boarding action if necessary. ]

2. Changing Hands

[ It was obvious the race was rigged. ]

[ Adela has always been a cynically-minded woman, but the second she noticed rich assholes in expensive suits than usual, each followed by thugs far more armed than normal, it became clear not only that there were bigger interests in hand, but that there might be a grain of truth regarding a piece of the Lucky Star. Otherwise, there would not be millions in whatever galactic currency exists being gambled. There would not be a giant festival full of bright lights in order to attract tourists. ]

[ And in fact, no ship worth its grain in salt would be here. Which is why Adela lowers her tip of her hat, just enough to let her see, in order to walk through the gambling areas to study everything around her. She moves around the halls in order to see which kinds of persons actually gamble, and how much, and what are the conversations moving around. It doesn't take long to find gambling tables for french card games, with far more elegance than even she expected. ]

[ She would continue wandering on her own, pretending to be one of many dumb yokels in the multitude... until she deliberately moves through doors forbidden to unauthorized personnel. It is when she raises her hat and unholsters her pistol, looking around and knowing she might be followed, and opening doors with a professional demeanor. Posture locked into a firing position, holding her pistol with both hands, and moving as quickly as she can. ]

[ She was no great racer, and offering her piece of junk to race would have been an insult to junk, which is actually useful for scraps. But she could find out the truth about this all, and help her companions. ]


3. Fast Food

[ In the early day and days of their arrival, Adela realizes a little money might come in handy, especially if they are going to be runners themselves. Would serve to know which are the currencies in the galaxy as well. ]

[ Adela spends her time making some dishes she's familiar with, that are quick and cheap to make, and always useful. She makes tamales that she sells on a stand, bearing the image of the runners that are going to take place. It is not a venture she spends too much time with, more to get some money to get started, but it is one that gets some money... and attention. Apparently some groups don't take kindly to her setting up a stand, making her need to defend said stand. ]

[ Once it is done, Adela wanders around, intent on spending the last days she can take in the carnival actually having fun. She hasn't been able to go to one ever since she enlisted in the Armed Forced of Aztlán, which is why she appreciates it. Adela goes into rides, buys some trinkets and foods, and even gets into some games... but, it doesn't take long for her to get fed up with the ever-mounting prices. While it's not clear what causes those raises in price, at first, she tolerates it, only grumbling that not even carnivals where she's from where as shady. ]

[ Until something sacred is violated, that is. ]

¡Es un vil y pinche churro, maldito alguate! ¡Yo vivo de esa madre! ¡Ni me vengas con que salen caros, cabrón! ¡Ni que esa madre estuviera hecha con oro o la chingada, pinche cacique mamón de panza hamburguesera!

[ Even if you don't understand the words (hover mouse over text to translate), you need only to hear angry Spanish to know Adela is about to get into a fight with a churro vendor for what she deems a just cause and a hill she will die on. ]

[ It's the only place in the galaxy that sells churros. Of course Adela is going to get defensive. It's her culture (and churros) what's at stake. ]


4. Wildcard!

[ Not here? We can make something new! ]

2. Changing Hands

[funnylittleclown]

As it happened Adela opened the very broom closet the Doctor had slipped into to hide when he had heard the pair of footsteps following him down the hall. After fumbling with a far too friendly mop that wanted to either fall out of the closet or rest on his head he raised his hands.

"Don't shoot! I surrender!"

heero yuy | gundam wing | closed starters below

[heeroics]

@braidedwonder

[heeroics]

Even when the work and the engineering is divided between four preternaturally capable young mechanics, modifying the Gundam Deathscythe into a intergalactic-class podracer on the fly is grueling work. It's only a small mercy that Duo trusts every pair of hands that will touch his machine for this endeavor - they couldn't afford the loss in manpower, otherwise.

And everyone knew that without ZERO involved, it was Duo who was the fastest, most capable pilot on a track made claustrophobic with potential hazards - not to mention all the potential advantages provided by the suit's stealth technology.

The other pilots are getting some rest. Only Duo and Heero are left in the garage now, the both of them somehow superhuman in their shared ability to persist without sleep. That one of them is metabolically altered and the other is simply manic is secondary to the truth that it's always been like this. Familiar, despite their utterly bizarre new circumstances... and whatever new feelings Duo may have about modifying his 'buddy' in this way.

Heero just pulls down his mask and starts up the welder again whenever Duo's voice gets too distracting.

@wing cast, junk food picnic, general plotting and stuff like that

[heeroics]

Here they are at the Mobius Prix - the largest spacerace in the tri-galaxy area, purportedly - their team inexplicably entered into the race as a contestant without a fuss through SUPERBIA's apparently limitless means. Limitless means which have also supplied them with the materials necessary to improvise their racer, as well as money enough to rent out the vastest hotel suite Heero has ever seen as the base of their (above ground) operations - which is now stocked with least a week's supply of unspeakably priced carnival fast foods.

Heero, with only his best guess as to what some of the foods even were and no idea of what a sensible price might be for them, simply purchased one of everything wherever he went. Also, no one ever told him that you're not meant to wrap kebab meat and mustard in funnel cake like it's a sparkling, powdered-sugar-frosted pita, so. That, or something a lot like it, is what he is eating.

He sits on the floor (more room to work), schematics and simulations are displayed on the various devices strewn in front of him.

The Doctor | Doctor Who - OTA

[funnylittleclown]

1 - Now This Is Podracing

The no weapons rule was easily enough followed, he never carried them, but the racing bit... let's just say that would have been a little difficult when you were a creative flyer that never really knew where you were going to land. So instead of signing up for the race itself the Doctor settled in near the podium where all the preraceing festivities were being held, waving a little racing flag for anyone's name he recognised, and generally enjoying watching the show.

From here one could get a look at the trophy though not a very good one. It was kept away from the crowds on a pedastool in the middle of the racing podium where presumabally whom ever won the race would be presented with it.

It really wasn't too far away though was it? There was only the low fence to sneak over, then up stairs.

"Hm... maybe we could just take a look..."

The Doctor glanced right, then left, then quick as a wink popped through the fence.


2 - Changing Hands

The gambling halls were abuzz with loud speaking, rancorous laughter, and the frantic exchange of money as bets were thrown down. Even the Doctor got into the spirit, placing a small interstellar quarter he had found down on Hermes for the win. Why not? He had as good a chance to win as anyone!

Or so it had at first appeared. The the rumors began to stir, of rigged races, crime families, money laundering all the sorts of things that were utterly irresistible for a nosey busybody, I mean, curious natured person such as himself.

That was why, not even twenty minutes later, the Doctor came flying out of one of those secretive looking and partially guarded backrooms in the gambling hall and dived underneath the nearest gaming table. And he wasn't alone. Just as the door he had run out of closed four big burly men dressed in black came charging out after him.

"You didn't see me and even if you did... make sure they didn't see me."

He could very much see the men, at least part of them, by looking through the legs of the gamblers who went about their own business trying not to get involved in this.

"Oh! Oh, they're coming this way! We've got to get out of here!"


3 - Fast Food

There were any number of attractions set up which added to the 'fun faire' aspect this area and with so many buildings, rides, and other guests it was the perfect place to hide from the burly hoodlums that had been after him since he had learned the truth about the race.

In one side alley they had nearly caught up to him but the Doctor grabbed the purple curtain off the 'Fortune Teller's' booth and wrapped it tightly around his head so that once perched behind the mystic's table, glazing deeply into her crystal ball, he went by unnoticed as they walked on past. The lady fortune teller who usually ran the booth had always been on the shorter side... But maybe when the Doctor reached out to take the nearest passerby's arm they would not be as easily fooled?

"Why not come inside dearie?"

This said in a older lady's style voice just in case they might be overheard.

"Fortune's forecast, lucky charms... Or maybe you are interesting in the future? Who might win the race?"


4 - Operation, Mines

Space mines. These were nasty things. They were small, agile, and easily maneuvered into the course of a passing space ship with only a few commands. The only thing they needed was some one to send the trigger signal and that would take place from this very building.

It was unremarkable looking, much like an old warehouse or abandoned factory, but some where in there was a master control room.

"I don't see any guards..."

The Doctor spoke as he peered over a crate of replacement engine parts.

"That probably means they are all inside. I can't believe they would leave this place unguarded. I'm sure there are traps too, just like in the race itself. Better mind where you step. Now... how do we get inside?"

4

[freearcadia]

"Or their guards are of the automated sort," Harlock suggested, a hand resting on the hilt of the odd-looking rapier on his hip. "Main and access doors are likely wired to alarms, as with windows, vents and drainage pipes are usually too small..."

He stares upwards, pausing for a moment.

"...How good are you about heights?"

2

[kid_devil_you_dont_know]

Eddie really only came in here to check on his own odds for the race (abysmal, but that's to be expected when you're a relative unknown to the space-faring community, yes?) and isn't expecting when a short older man dives under one of the gaming tables and declares, "You didn't see me and even if you did... make sure they didn't see me!"

But being no stranger to trouble, Eddie obligingly moves to block the man from view as the burly 'men in black' scan the gambling hall.

"Play it cool," Eddie hisses. "We're close to one of the bartending areas... you should be able to stay out of sight by keeping behind the bar counter. I'll make a distraction if I have--"

And it looks like he's going to have to, as those four approach the very gaming table that Eddie is trying to block from view. Eddie snatches up the nearest cocktail from one of those 'very not involved in this' gamblers and proceeds to deliberately trip right into the path of the lead 'man in black'.

[statictunedintoreason]

⚙ WHEN IN ROME
Doing as the Romans do

---

The markets around the races were nothing short of a marvel, cutthroat and exploitative even as they were, and Tok wasn't one to miss an opportunity. The little stalls selling toys and mockups of the different racers had captured her imagination, and now she felt inspired.

And so, barely a day after the Prix had started, a new stall entirely had appeared, one admittedly a little hastily constructed- but the kobold behind it was hard at work, hammering and forging with all the love and attention to detail of a master- two products she knew even the best imitators couldn't hope to match. Tiny constructs, some buzzing about overhead, some arrayed on the table in front of her, with a pair of many-legged clockworks merrily engaged in making more.

There are a few toys, of course, on offer- little clockwork kobolds that move and walk about exactly as directed- dragons and airships that really flew, albeit slowly and clumsily, avoiding obstacles and staying within a certain range of their owner, but for the Privateer with an enterprising soul (or, perhaps, an ego), she'd offered, as well, to sell model starships and even poppets of the Privateers themselves- with their likenesses' permission, of course, and with the source's owners receiving half the takings.

⚙ INDUSTRIOUS ESPIONAGE
Little kobold in big trouble

---

As it turned out...

People did not, in point of fact, like the idea of Tok snooping around and asking pointed questions. That the race was rigged was nothing surprising; this much money being thrown around, how could there not be? What was surprising was the fact that she was now being followed by very serious-looking men in black suits, none of whom looked as though they had friendly conversation in mind.

A glance over her shoulder revealed there were actually quite a few of them, at least six she could see... that was bad, actually. Not in that she thought they were a threat to her- but more that she knew, if it came down to a fight, it was going to end up being a great big bloody scene.

Then again, so would activating the Drive and taking off. Well... damn.

[futuradelita]

Adela returned with a huff back to her ship, after things went to shit and may or may not have involved herself into a fight. Everything out there was expensive as all hell and people cheated as much as back home, which was a feat.

Her huffing mood ended immediately upon finding a kobold with her own little stand. It had a good variety, too.

The being looked like a lagartija, and a brilliant one at that. Spiders that worked not that differently from those farmers back home would use at times, and even got to build little ships in such a small amount of time.

Her world lacked friendly aliens, but there was one reason Adela did not immediately turn hostile: That engineer didn't try to kill her on sight, so that made her like the small alien.

"How did you build all of that to sell just now?"

[mech_and_mutt]

"TOK!!"

Don't look now, Tok-- here comes the cute and fluffy merchandising-juggernaut-waiting-to-be-tapped himself. ...Except, rather than having a windscreen-mountable suction-cupped Red Savarin or something like that in his mitts, he had a small, plastic facsimile of Tok. Rather cheaply made, but recognizable nonetheless.

It was soon thrust in her face.

"Why didn't you tell me?!"

Red Savarin | Solatorobo

[mech_and_mutt]

1. Muttley
That trophy was going to be his. Sure, he'd raced before- he'd even come out on top in the Air Robo Grand Prix races more than once, back home- but how could he pass up the chance to try and take home Mobius' proverbial blue ribbon? And racing in a spacecraft just plain sounded cool.

...then again, he'd only raced in aircraft his whole life, or at least things that obeyed the physics of atmospheric aeronautics. But racing in space couldn't be that different from racing in air, right?

How hard can it be?

For better or worse, he had his first taste of reality when he first sat down, opened up a few engine and thruster panels on his spacecraft, and started attempting to tune it for racing performance; he may have had an intuition and affinity for machines and how they worked, and SUPERBIA may have given him a whirlwind tour of spacecraft functionality so he wasn't completely clueless... but how the heck do you tune a spacecraft for racing?

He had to resort to reading the manual. Several of them, open to various different pages, now dog-eared and lightly smudged, along with some overpriced books about the Mobius races and the winners; but he was visibly growing frustrated with how much reading he was doing and how little doing he was... uh... doing.


3. "Moichandising!"
One of the many perks of Red's cute, fluffy, canine good looks? Highly marketable. And while he may have been a black horse, second-string, no-name racer on this world, the sheer merchandising power of furry animals was practically a universal constant. So, unsurprisingly, there was no lack of cheap bootleg paraphernalia in Red's likeness; sticker sheets, posters, knockoff video game cartridges like "Super Dog Bros." or "Redtris", and the occasional highly-sought-after plush.

But Red was oblivious to his own profitability, because he was busy stocking up for the journey ahead; with all his food expenses paid, why wouldn't he seize the opportunity to stock up on extra-large bags of jerky, crisps, soft drinks, and other such snacks so saturated with cholesterol, salt, and preservatives that it was a miracle his kidneys didn't crystallize and his arteries didn't take on a crispy battered coating just looking at them?

At least until he got halfway through that Mobius Milk Chocolate bar and realized there was a trading card inside the package. With his face on it. Then he'd fall to his knees in the middle of the walkway, his armfuls of junk food set aside, gawking and fawning over the sort of celebrity recognition he never thought he'd have.


X. Wild Card
Got an idea? Hit me up at Metafive and let's talk.

1. Muttley

[somuchshipping]

[Well, well, well. One contestant appears to have left the door to their ship open. Hermes will go ahead and wander in. Shortly, he approaches where Red is, he may be able to hear the metal-on-metal footsteps.

Once Red enters Hermes's vision, he hops up to take a closer look.]

Whatcha reading? Oh, are those the tutorials to your ship?

mcgillis fareed | ms gundam: iron blooded orphans | closed

[wresting]

( mcgillis's plotting post, and a general sense of his whereabouts during the event, can be found here. HMU @ the plotting post or gjallarhorn for anything specific! )

@gaelio

[wresting]

( in all things, Gaelio Bauduin is stubborn, a Seven Star sense of pride and entitlement that refuses humiliation, loss, simple, monosyllabic words "yes" and "no." the disarmament of any gundam is an affront, McGillis wouldn't disagree, but that Gaelio protests, a hawkish eye on Dayton's mechanics, is unsurprising: Gaelio at his most predictable. )

Careful, Gaelio. ( in a suit and tie, a short slash of fabric over his arm as though a coat, the only indication McGillis belongs in the hangar is his own casual confidence. ) A pit crew can spell the difference between winning and losing.

( so he has learned, at least, mingling among fans and gamblers alike. it had been the betting windows, in fact, where McGillis had learned Gaelio entered the race, he and Kimaris Vidar, the man who avenges Odin and slays the wolf Fenrir. the thought that Gaelio is the man who will kill him sits heavy and strange, stinging hot for all McGillis ignores the tangle of emotion. )