LNH: Dashing Tales #2
Andrew Perron
pwerdna at gmail.com
Mon Aug 31 19:12:20 PDT 2015
On 8/30/2015 10:04 PM, Ben Rawluk wrote:
> DASHING TALES, episode the second,
> "Auditioning for an Off-Baudway Play,"
Heeheehee.
> The swim goggles dig into his face and he doesn't know where to look; the
> statues of Legionnaires make his anxiety spike, and there are so many of
> them. They're tall and golden but the metal's been tarnished by weather and
> Marco doesn't recognize half of them. Legionnaires who are long-dead or
> disappeared or retconned out of existence. Legionnaires conjured out of
> nothing. And then there's the Ultimate Ninja. He definitely recognizes the
> Ultimate Ninja. "I don't think this was a good idea, Em."
Augh. Such good setting-setting.
> "So you don't think -- I mean, you don't think my super-power is too stupid?"
Cheesecake-Eater Lad--
>"Cheesecake-Eater Lad has made a very successful career out of being very
> good at making cheesecake. And eating cheesecake."
Yeah, that! <3
>"And they won't think I'm a villain? It's not, like -- it's kind of a
> destructive power."
I mean, Rogue became one of the X-Men back in the '80s, it's pretty common by now.
>"I'm not freaking out about Steve!" Oh god. He should never have said
> anything. It seemed so, so theoretical, when the words came out of his mouth
> back on the rooftop of the Netizen, looking out over the city. Maybe I should
> join up, he'd said. It was supposed to be a joke, but somehow they live in a
> world where joining the Legion of Net.Heroes is a reasonable back-up plan for
> failing at poetry. But really, this is Emma's fault. They're only doing this
> so that--
Haha, yeah, I've been in this thoughtloop @-@
>The cab leaves them at the front gates of the LNHQ, the golden statues of the
> Avenue giving way to an extensive lawn and front garden that looks like it's
> seen better days -- scarred and smashed by the latest cataclysmic battle, no
> doubt
This is just such an interesting portrayal of the LNHQ overall. (I usually
imagine it opening right onto the sidewalk.)
> "Security measures," Emma says, loud enough that he's pretty sure she's
> trying to quell any coming panic attacks. A swarm of machines emerges from
> some hidden alcover in the gate posts and flies around them. Cameras shutter
> open and shut. Weird pink lights envelope them.
Ooooo. Ahhhhh.
> Marco coughs. "You have a press pass?"
>
>Emma shrugs, then brushes past him to walk along the cobblestone walkway
> toward the main building. "It's a coffee card for that place down the block
> from the Netizen.
Heeheeheehee.
> You have to believe in the power of the media, Marco."
>
>"Bad-Poetry Boy," he says. "We're almost there. Don't they stick to
> code-names?"
>
> "If you call me 'Girl Reporter,' I will murder you."
:D
> There was at least one well-received but perplexing feature in Architectural
> Digest, although the writer's never been heard from since and there's an
> internet forum that grew out of the aftermath.
*cackles*
> He wasn't expecting a lobby that looks like something out of a seedy 1950s
> hotel,
Now I'm imagining the interview segments of The Grand Budapest Hotel.
> with framed portraits of past leaders (Mostly Boy Lad and Ultimate
> Ninja, by various artists, though there is one wall by a sitting area with
> courtesy telephones where close to 500 tiny portraits have been lined up, too
> small to decipher from here).
Oh man. VERY nice. <3
> He crosses the lobby with its orange shag carpeting and carefully positioned
> vintage furniture and steps up to the reception desk, where an older woman --
> close to his Tia's age, maybe -- is watching him over top of thin reading
> glasses. Her hair is piled high on her head, and there is a certain gaunt
> quality to her cheekbones.
Oooo, I wonder which receptionist this is. Has Crystal ever been described?
>Emma holds up her hands -- without the coffee card, this time. "I'm media.
> I'm, ah." She clears her throat. "Net.ropolis Netizen."
>
> "Oh. Are we counting that as media, these days?"
>
> Marco is resolute about not laughing.
Heh heh heh.
> She shuffles around in the drawers beneath her desk until eventually she
> pulls up something that looks like a roulette wheel? Made from sleek plastic,
> with a golden arrow-pointer and little spherical planetoids above each wedge.
> All the colours of the rainbow. "This is the Membership Application Wheel,"
> she says. Her voice has taken on an edge, like a narrator from a nature
> documentary. "There are dozens of ways a person can become a member of the
> Legion of Net.Heroes, and that doesn't count the ways that are less than
> savoury, like body-swapping or mystical pregnancy." Now that the wheel has
> been set up, Marco can see all the tiny options. "Maybe you'll have to fill
> out forms in quadruplicate. Maybe you'll have to face Ultimate Ninja in
> combat. Doc Stomper might assign you an audition mission. You might be asked
> to face a hideous Kirbian monster at the centre of our underground labyrinth,
> go on a date with Easily-Discovered Man Lite, or clean the Augean Stables.
> Sing-Along Lass could require you to perform from Les Mis, or there may be a
> vote by senior members of the Legion. Now, what's your name?"
Holy crap. The sheer density of reference and fun in this paragraph. <3
> Failure to do so will result in being declared a Legion Traitor, followed by
> banishment to the Antimatter Looniverse of Thhhppp. Do you understand?"
AAAAAAA. <3
>The whole thing feels doubly embarrassing, with the stupid costume (Goggles?
> Really?)
Hey, goggles are rad!
> She's the kind of reporter than should be jumping out of planes and narrowly
> escaping mummies. It feels strange to have her directing all of that energy
> at him.
Awwwwww. <3
> He doesn't really feel like Bad-Poetry Boy. But maybe that comes later. Maybe
> he's allowed to feel like pathetic Marco Ramirez right now, before he spins
> the wheel, before he gets his shot at the Legion of Net.Heroes. He got dumped
> two days ago and the closest thing he has to a job is an unpaid internship.
Awwwwww! HUGS FOR ALL.
>(And he wonders what would happen if he recited something? If he leaned in
> and recited that haiku he wrote last summer, about the smell of ocean in
> Hovel Homes? Would the roulette wheel stop? Would it explode? Seventeen
> syllables, barely long enough to give anybody brain damage?)
Man, you totally shoulda done it, Marco
> "Oh," says the receptionist. Marco's eyes are closed. When did he close his
> eyes? "That one's a classic! You're very lucky, I don't think he does that
> one as often anymore. Special Bonding Boy had some concerns about how the
> associated trauma would affect new members."
>
> Aw, crap.
Bwa-ha-ha. A classic!
> She presses a few stray keys and pushes a Bluetooth earpiece into her right
> ear. "Sally? This is Irma, down on the desk.
Ahhhhh, a new one! <3
>"What?" Emma rockets forward, almost pushing Marco out of the way. "Deal
> with me? Excuse me? I have every right to be here--"
>
>"This is private property, and media are required to follow certain rules
> when on the premises."
Aha! How oddly sensible.
>"Fine." Marco shrugs, and slinks past her. He doesn't look back, because he
> doesn't know what will happen if he looks back.
I think she gets sucked into the underworld and gets to interview Hades.
>He doesn't want to meet Ultimate Ninja. He doesn't want to fight him. If he
> walks into the Peril Room and tries to use his super-power, what if it
> damages the Peril Room? What if the safety protocols go off line and he ends
> up with a Ginsu Katana through his throat?
We can probably fix it. <3
>PERIL ROOM, reads the display overhead. A pair of gigantic mechanized doors.
> The computer panel next to the door chirps when he steps closer and an
> electronic voice buzzes: "Marco Ramirez, also known as Bad Poetry Boy." How
> did it know his full real name? He hadn't -- "Subject has access for ten
> minutes. Status: training mode. Current occupants: Ultimate Ninja." The voice
> halts after that, and the doors hum and grind as they open to reveal a vast
> white space. It's almost suffocating to look at.
SO COOL.
>"There's a reason there haven't been many exposes on the Legion." It is then
> that the Ultimate Ninja appears: tall and impossibly thin, dressed in jet
> black from head to toe, except for the red-white-and-blue belt. Marco's mouth
> goes dry. "We're very particular about who gets to walk around in the LNHQ
> without clearance. You learn after the first, oh, dozen or so secret traitors
> and saboteurs."
You are making him really cool here - an excellent balance of "gruff" and
"weary" and "straightforward".
> The Ultimate Ninja sighs, and it is long and strange and tired in a way that
> Marco never expected from someone purported to the deadliest Legionnaire ever
> imagined. "There have been several of me already."
SEE??
>"Half of us have no powers, you know that? Half of us are very gifted
> amateurs, or protected purely by Editorial Fiat." The Ultimate Ninja. "Half
> of us will never know real pain."
AAAAAAAAA. SO GOOD.
> "God, are you the Angel of Death too?"
>
>"Ending of the Finishless," says the Ultimate Ninja. He catches the look.
> "Ask Retcon Lad, some time.
Too many good appropriate references *falls over frothing*
> They both watch the other version of Marco convulse for a moment before he --
> before Marco -- has to turn away. He can't pinpoint the moment when he
> stopped being the Marco on the floor and started being the Marco watching the
> Marco on the floor.
That is such an incredibly best way to put it.
>He pauses, and looks back at Marco, who must look shell-shocked, because the
> next thing out of his mouth is: "Sorry, the Ultimate Ninja doesn't do
> orientation."
Augh. Holy crap this was so good. You've communicated stuff with deceptive ease
that I still haven't figured out how to get across.
> There are a lot of different ways a net.hero can join the Legion. In some
> versions of Dashing Tales, I pretty much skipped over the audition process,
> but they always seem to be inevitable. The Membership Application Roulette
> Wheel is definitely open to anyone who wants to use it, and while I feel a
> little uncreative having it turn out to be a fight against UN (which sort of
> felt inevitable, based on Marco's anxiety), I'd never written a fight with
> the Ninja before and it is a classic trope, after all.
Yeah! It worked REALLY well. <3
>I'm keeping these short so I can churn out a couple in sporadic heaps. Next
> time will focus pretty heavily on Emma with the possibility of an interlude
> or two, to break the "big long scene" vignette structure.
(This is "keeping it short"? Wow.)
Andrew "NO .SIG MAN" "Juan" Perron, holy crap, this is basically going to be my
new go-to "what the LNH is" thing, I think
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