OPEN LOG: THE ANNIVERSARY

[betterliving]

Who: Open to the community.
What: A festival dedicated to the memory of the Fabulous Killjoys.
Where: Hyper Thrust, Zone 6.
When: June 12, 2020.



June 12, 2019. A day that will live in infamy in the Zones.

Most Killjoys were crushed when, just a year ago, Dr. Death Defying came over the radio airwaves of WKIL to tell the Desert that all four of the Fabulous Killjoys were killed. The memorial service last year was held at the Nest in Zone 3, as many more would follow in the year to come. Despite being a funeral of sorts, though, it was anything but somber. Killjoys celebrated the memory of the four men who started it all long into the night - a special appearance was even made by Mad Gear himself to close out the party.

The year went on. Killjoys were born, made, and ghosted. People got on with their lives.

But now it's the one-year anniversary, and the time has come once again to remember one's elders. A memorial service is being thrown at Hyper Thrust, with top-billing players such as Mau5keteer and Mad Gear and the Missile Kid. You may even get to spot one of your favorite radio DJs like Dr. Death Defying or Red Hood.

But beware. IDs aren't checked, and there are moles everywhere.

:)

Comments

[selfish_love]

[Selfish is pretty sure he's technically not allowed in Hyper Thrust - at least not for the remainder of the week - after what he is referring to as the "Shoe Incident". Hopefully though Quarantine will let him slide for the occasion.

The memorial service is both exciting and overwhelming. Meaning that Selfish has pulled off to the side, standing by the wall near the bar with Koneko peering out of the satchel he has slung over his shoulder. He's still not all that use to crowds, after all he's kind of sort of been a hermit until the past year, but for the occasion he's going to try and bear with it.]

[spiritual_advisor]

[This... Might not be a good move. Well. No. It's the perfect move. This was a celebration of the Fabulous Four after all, and this was the Hyper Thrust that she'd heard about while listening to Dr. D's broadcasts.

And yet Spiritual couldn't stop fidgeting with her blue-and-black checkered scarf, that is when she's not readjusting her grip on her bat. She knows no weapons are allowed in, but she wasn't exactly sure where to leave it. She and 413 haven't exactly found a safe place to call their "home" yet, and the last thing she wants to do is lose the baseball bat. Maybe there'll be some sort of "bag check"?

... And there she goes, still thinking like a city-dweller. Spirit couldn't fight down a groan as she tried to peer down the line of people waiting to get in.]

This is a bad idea.

[number413]

[Almost immediately, 413 shakes his head. It was one of the first gestures he'd learned, seeing the scientists do it often and rapidly. He'd come to realize it was a negative expression, and took to it almost immediately, mimicking their movements.]

No. Good.

[He points to the bar, the chairs, the tables, and the stage in turn. People are milling about the club, dancing, chatting, masks on. It was exactly the sort of scene Spiritual had told him about when they'd met. People speaking freely, moving freely, thinking freely. Wasn't this what she wanted? He's confused, and he raises his eyebrows and his shoulders at the same time.]

Good.

[spiritual_advisor]

[She follows his pointing, taking in the sight. It was everything she had always imagined back home when she would listen to her radio, or on the nights when she, Psycho and Holy risked the Spy Flies and other security in the city to bring color to their black and white world.

Except without Psycho and Holy she felt lost, and now that she had to take care of 413? Spirit was beginning to doubt her decisions - not that she had much of a choice.

But she opts to smile at him, nodding her head, a positive expression. She was nervous and scared, but for him she would try to be brave.]

Right, I'm being silly. I just hope they let me keep Mr. Bat or have someplace safe to keep him while we're here.

You remember the dance moves I showed you? 'Cause you're going to have to show them off.

[number413]

Yes.

[It's a one word answer, but it's all he can muster right now, the only word he can hope to find. He needs them to let her keep Mr. Bat. It's all they have to protect themselves against anyone that would try to hurt them - anyone that would want to bring her back home and shut her down, to bring him back to the lab again and shove more things in his face.

Slowly, hesitantly - as if he's still learning to use his limbs - he strikes a pose, pointing up to the sky, one hand on his hip.]

[spiritual_advisor]

[Mr. Bat is their only protection, but it's also a gift from an important friend, from her big brother. She can't lose that, just like she can't lose her scarf from her big sister. She can't lose the one thing she has left of them. Especially with the news she's heard over the airwaves.

His pose makes her laugh, covering her mouth with her hands and the smile becomes less strained.]

Yeah, just like that! Pierce the heavens!

[number413]

What?

[413's not moving from the pose any time soon, though. He's very proud that he remembers so much, remembers what she's taught him. Besides, he thinks it's kind of fun.]

Heavens?

[spiritual_advisor]

Mmhmm, heavens!

Oh um...

[She scratches her cheek.]

It's up there, waaaaaaay past the clouds and well, it's kind of invisible? Yeah, you can't really see it. People go their after their ghosted.

[She flounders for a moment, before a light bulb goes off.]

Y'know stars? There kind of hard to see out here but...

[number413]

[Stars. The word's only sort of familiar once, and he has to rack his vacant memory to find some sort of meaning.

Still, he remembers the day they'd met, under the night sky. There were sorts of twinkling lights, but they were friendly, unlike the harsh florescents of the lab.

Carefully, he raises his hands up above his head and bends his fingers in and out to mimick twinkling, a quizzical expression playing across his face.]

[spiritual_advisor]

[A matching quizzical look crosses her face as she tries to decipher his gesture. Then she realizes what he means. She nods again.]

Yeah, yeah. Those stars, the twinkling lights? Those are people watching over us from heaven.

[Okay, no. They were balls of gas. But Spirit was always more of a fan of the explanation her Mom had given her when she was small.]

[number413]

Who see you?

[It's the longest, best sentence he's made in a while. He means to ask 'who's watching you?', but he can't find the words. All he can do to help himself out is point to Spiritual Advisor.]

[spiritual_advisor]

Huh?

[Again it takes her a little while to decipher what he means, and even then her words are a bit hesitant.]

Who's watching over me?

[A soft sigh escapes her, she looks away, up at the sky where the stars would be if it wasn't daytime. She liked to think that Psycho and Holy were watching over her, except that would mean accepting that her friends were ghosted.

So what if Psycho's transmission made it seem that way. Spirit refused to accept that.

She shrugs.]

Probably my grandparents?

[number413]

Grand...parents?

[He only sort of understands the word parents, though he can't ever remember having something like that. They have a long way to go with his speech, especially if they're going to get him to communicate with others that don't really know the 413 lingo yet.]

What?

Spirit attempts to teach...

[spiritual_advisor]

Ummm...

[It's a good thing that Spirit had wanted to become a teacher before having to take to the Zones - it's given her an insane amount of patience. Tapping her finger to her lip she thinks of a proper explanation, taking in consideration his limited vocabulary.

Though he's come a long way since she had met him.

She peers down the line again, and seeing as they aren't moving squats down and begins drawing in the dirt with her finger. First she draws a stick girl, then a stick man and woman. Between the man and woman she draws a heart, and then a line connecting them to the girl. Making sure she has 413's attention she points at the stick girl, then the stick couple.]

So, for the sake of this, that girl right there is me and these two are my parents, okay? They were the ones who raised me and took care of me before... Well...

[She trails off, leaning forward to draw two more sets of stick couples, one connected to her stick mom and the other to her stick dad.]

So grandparents are your parents parents. Everyone's got them.

[number413]

[Grandparents. He sort of understood now what Spiritual meant, but...

Well, he couldn't remember having a mother on his own, much less her mother.

He points to himself, raising his eyebrows.]

Me?

[spiritual_advisor]

Oh, ummm, well... Your family'd be the same as mine.

But... But sometimes people die.

[She draws a decisive 'X' through her stick grandparents.]

They leave you alone and you're not always prepared and sometimes you don't even remember them because they left when you were really little...

Other times - well - even if their alive they may as well be dead because you'll never see them again.

[She draws an 'X' through her stick parents.

It's not a very good explanation, she knows. She wants to assure 413 that his Mom and Dad are out there somewhere looking for him, but she can't promise that.

Instead though she offers him a smile.]

But see, the thing about the Zones is you form new families. So you and me?

[She draws a smaller stick figure against hers, then a circle around it.]

We're family. Like... Oh what's that line... Ohana! We're a ohana, and that means nobody gets left behind or forgotten!

[With a sheepish laugh she stands, wiping her hand on her torn jeans.]

... Okay that was a really bad explanation. Did I just confuse you more?

[reselling]

[Hm. Hyper Thrust. Famous, yeah. Crowded, most likely. Good business? Eh, probably not. But something's to be said about remembrance and shit like that, and Cash had tangled with the Fabulous before, so paying his respects once more was not remiss.

He's not one for loud music made louder with alcohol, so while he's hanging around the bar, he's probably not imbibing on anything stronger than water. Sure, he'll drink if offered, but it's better to have a clear mind should any marketing opportunities arise. Or something more... unsavory.]

[bubblegumbitch]

[Cash isn't left sitting for more than a couple minutes before a grinning pink-haired girl greets him from behind the bar, her pixie-like stature leaving her only a head or so above the counter. Though she has to nearly shout to be heard over the music, it doesn't look like it bothers her.]

Welcome, stranger! What'll y'be havin'?

[reselling]

[Well. That's a little too much energy and pink for what he needed right now. Oh well. He's in a killjoy club, so he shouldn't have expected anything less.]

Let's keep it simple, honey. I'll start out with some ice water.

[bubblegumbitch]

[Her smile drops slightly, eyebrows furrowing a bit -- it's strange to have a customer who doesn't want any alcohol -- but it doesn't deter her.]

Just water? C'mon, gotta get something t'drink to the night! Everything's twenty-five percent off~