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WHO: Errybody in the city
WHAT: Marker tag and NAPs
WHERE: Everywhere in the city for marker tag; the Spenny’s near the dorms for NAPs
WHEN: July 10-31 for marker tag; July 10-14 for NAPs
WARNINGS: Please use these if applicable!

To tag or not to tag - that is the question.

Welcome, one and all, to a long-running Dualis summer tradition: the annual city-wide Dualis Marker Tag Competition! For the next three weeks, all participants who accept the challenge will be given a marker and set free to tag any other participant in the city by making a mark on their skin, while attempting to avoid being tagged themselves. Careful, though - the ink marks last three weeks, so you’ll have to wait until the competition concludes to wash everything off.

Markers come in all colors, even fluorescent, glitter, and glow-in-the-dark, and you can use however many markers your inner child’s heart desires. These markers will leave marks even on people who have chosen not to play, but you can easily purchase an armband, headband, or similar accessory that says NONPARTICIPANT if you so desire. Marking nonparticipants is considered extremely bad form and wins you no prizes, but "misfires" do still happen, on occasion. It’s usually considered polite to offer a mistaken nonparticipant that you’ve marked a small reparation, like coffee or a more adult beverage.

Safe zones do exist! Any establishment can put out a sign that marks it as such - signs in shop windows, chalkboards outside bars, and the like; many do this, just to keep the general chaos and injury/property damage liability down. Tenants of private residences typically agree that their spaces are also safe zones, but that's up to y’all to hash out.

Have fun! And maybe try not to put anyone’s eye out, yeah?

I like to party and by party I mean NAPs.

Look at all of these bright, shining new faces! There’s even a few less bright, less shining faces, but hey, this city welcomes all types. Chances are, if you’ve just arrived, you're seeing some pretty crazy things, unless you're used to an eye-blinding amount of neon, robots, weird-ass technology, magic, and an omnipresent police force...and hey, if you are, congrats, you're gonna settle in juuuuust fine. But for the rest of you, the Head knows this has gotta be pretty overwhelming, right?

Well, since your quaint individual processing units are probably having a hard time, why not link up with another one? By which the Head means...

Hello, new citizens of Dualis, and welcome to your monthly Network Adjacency Protocol~!

NAPs are a monthly community networking event similar to the Earth concept of speed dating! Two citizens (new arrivals and old hands alike) are placed at a table together with a handy cue card of queries to help break the proverbial ice. Ask queries and receive results, or ignore the card and yeet yourself straight into a brand new friendship! But don't be too shy, you've only got ten minutes together, and if you just sit in silence for the whole ten, then the Network Admins are likely to come supervise and try to repair the uplink through a mild shock to the ol' central nervous system. You might find yourself saying all sorts of unintended facts about yourself if that happens...probably better to just make friends, right? Who doesn’t like friends?!

Plus, you get to hang out for a while at the intergalactically renowned Spenny’s Diner! Spenny’s is a declared safe zone from marker tag shenanigans - until you roll out of the door, at least. So pull up a chair, get to know your new neighbors, and enjoy a cup or two of Spenny’s famous Electric Shock coffee, which contains 900 milligrams of caffeine per cup. Hope you didn’t plan on sleeping tonight!

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Armed with just about every shade of purple -and a couple of green- markers, South is enjoying this "tag" thing. When she first woke up in this strange as hell place, she was pretty sure she was having some sort of freak dream. Or maybe she died? The last thing she remembers is being on the way back from a mission, tumbling around the back of the ship, hiding her worry over North's injuries with irritated anger somewhat directed at Niner. Maybe they were blown out of the sky and she's in a purgatory... She's still not sure if it's real or not even days later, but at least she found something to pass time. Sooner or later, she'll find a way out of this place, but she can enjoy herself a bit while gathering information to do just that.

She's merciless, and has already gotten kicked out of a couple "safe zones" for giving a viper-like strikes with her marker regardless of the tag-free rules. Whoops...

At least right now, this time, she's out in a tag friendly place, lurking stealthily around a corner for her next victim with a neon glowing purple marker held more like a weapon. She's trying not to hurt anyone, not aiming for the face anyways, but she's competitive as hell and more than a little ready to show up any and every person she comes across.

NAPs

While not as ape-shit crazy for coffee as her brother or York, South can appreciate the caffeine kick. A drop-kick it seems, she's practically vibrating out of her skin. But that's fine, she can keep awake during this boring shit. She had been hoping to get some info, find out what's up or if anyone had any clues to exploit a way out of this insanity. So far, it's been a snooze fest.

But there's food. Thank god for that. She'll hang around a little longer with these people for food, only somewhat hoping to get anything useful out of them but not holding her breath.

She eyes the next person to sit down across from her, nudging her food lightly before letting out a heavy breath and asking, "Been here long?"

NAPS

God he hates this 'getting to know you' shit, but if it gets his phone to stop buggin' him. He goes to his first table, figures he can come up with a solid excuse to cut out early.

But it ends up being a blue fella that parks in front of her, looking about as bored as she is. "Been here about a month." Easy question, impersonal answer, no cause for sass. At least not yet.

"That any good?"

He nods to her food. "I don't think it can put a fight no more, so no reason to kick it around."

A month, maybe he has some useful information...

She considers him, a little curious about the blue. He looks normal, more or less, otherwise. Funny looking thing on his head, but he could be enhanced. She's seen plenty of people with cybernetic upgrades to their person, but he's the least "normal" looking person so far. Probably nothing, but now she's fixating on the blue.

"It's good, just tired as hell of being in this place." She gestures the fork around the points it at him, "You always blue before this place or something funky happen?"

"Yeah, that's the usual thought unless you're one of the population that seems fine with puttin' on a happy, smilin' face."

And Yondu's face doesn't seem like it's done much smiling in a while. Or if it does, it was probably at the very best case in a fit of schadenfreude. "Yeah, I just come in blue. At least it didn't turn me Krylorian pink or nothin', for all the other ways it breaks things all to hell."

"I'll be happy and smiling when I get outta here." She's not a bubbly, giggly person, but she smiles plenty and is happy enough with what she does back home. She's not anticipating much smiles here.

Though that thought does draw a smirk, even if she doesn't know what the hell Krylorian is, she knows pink.

"Now that'd be a sight, a pink person running around." What a silly thought, the only odd colored beings she's seen has been the Convenient, it'd be hilarious to see someone who was pink. Though thinking of the Covvies makes her have to ask, "So are you, like, human otherwise?" Human-ish?

"We usually call 'em Terrans but yeah, somethin' along those lines."

"Quite a few of 'em out there, actually. An' if someone that ain't Krylorian has kids with 'em, they turn out pink, too. Never figured that'n out an' didn't really care to go lookin' for more info." He holds his hands up in resignation. He wasn't planning to have kids. No pink baby research for him.

"Actually I only talk as much as I do 'cause I got used to it. Natural sorta Centurians just wanna click an' whistle. Talkin' takes a lot out of 'em. And we like meat a fair amount better. Ah... yeah, I figure that's about it."

"Aw, but c'mon Blue, you could possibly make a perfectly purple baby!" And, of course, purple is the absolute best color to ever exist, so. Kids aren't her thing by a long shot, but she'd love to see purple people...

"We got some people like that back home, speaking with clicks and whistles and stuff instead of words. Never met any personally, can't imagine how any of it makes sense." She shrugs, considering the idea a second before shaking her head. "Meat's good, you guys have jerky where you're from?"

Squall is ready. He's trained for combat, for life-and-death situations. Sure, this is a game but he has a competitive streak too. The moment he picked up his yellow glittery marker and steps out of the dorm, he's ready for anything. He's already marked a few people by the time his shift ended (and gotten marked himself because unfortunately he can't play at work and his employers didn't mark it a safe zone. There's an unstated understanding that classy individuals don't play these games. They were wrong.)

He's been prepared (and hoping for) a sneak attack so when she emerges from the corner, his movements are instinctive. He avoids her attack and ducks around it to try and mark her arm in turn.

When he dodges her, she does her own pretty little footwork, sidestepping his return attack easily enough- after all, she's pretty used to avoiding knives as a space marine, so. A marker is nothing. Maybe she's a little cocky and overconfident, but she's kept herself alive this long with her skills.

She's probably a little flashy as she moves, dancing closer to him and raising her marker back up for a second attempted attack. Again, she's used to more dangerous things than markers, she strikes like she's slashing with a blade rather than a silly pen.

When she dodges, his eyes light up. His expression is still mostly stoic but there's a determination there now. She's good.

His own movements are more swordsman than schoolyard brawler. He circles around her, watching her hands and when it comes swinging down, he brings his own marker up to block. It's a bad idea the moment their markers meet though and he tries to brace against and grab her wrist with his other hand instead so he can mark her arm with the same marker.

South's body stays in motion as she tries to twist the marker just so in an attempt to wriggle it out of his hand to disarm him, even has his hand does catch her wrist. Not an issue at all, really. She's had her hands caught plenty of times before, she just flashes a sharp grin for a second.

She simultaneously pushes against his hold while kicking a foot out, trying to hook her boot around the backside of his ankle to pull forward, hoping to land him on his ass. She might not be able to have her armor here, but she's more than adequately trained in hand-to-hand and CQC.

He's so focused on keeping a grip that he's already taking a half step back when she grins. A curse flashing across his mind as he's tripped and falls backwards. He almost loses his marker. Almost. He quickly adjusts his grip and tries to kick out at her shin before she could get another attack in but there's still that split second delay from surprise.

He hits her shin and earns a sharp 'fuck' from her, but she's taken worse hits and doesn't really falter. Rather, she keeps advancing on him, especially once he falls, free hand lashing out with a second marker- always be prepared!

Squall's eyes widen at the second marker. He immediately leans back and lashes out with his own hand to try and grab at that hand and halt her movement. If he's successful, he doesn't waste any time bringing up his own marker to try and mark her hand. Otherwise, he's making an effort to try and roll out of the way but will likely get marked if she manages to get around the long sleeves.

She tries to deflect his marker with her elbow to his forearm, taking a step to the side trying to get around him a bit so she can get the upper hand. She doesn't want to hurt the guy, it's just a marker fight- but she also refuses to lose...

Same. But Squall is exactly the type to take a game too seriously.

With his attempt deflected and she's trying to move around him, he decides to move away, take a moment to regroup and reset their positions.

Which of course means this is the perfect time for a drone to pass by as he stands up and slam into his chest. It's going fast enough to knock him over into an awkward sprawl near her. He's aware he needs to move now more than ever but he's still winded for precious seconds.

She watches the drone attack the guy, more than a little pleased as he flops to the ground. South grins as she straightens up, cocking an eyebrow and tilting her head slightly down at him. She has no mercy, she's aiming to jab him with her marker, though she isn't moving all that fast, cocky and taking her time with no small amount of amusement.

His eyes widen and he quickly blocks with his arm... except he miscalculates his angle and brushes it against the marker while aiming for her forearm.

He clicks his tongue.

Dammit.

"... You win," he relents reluctantly.

Yes! Not that she's surprised to get the mark- she is great after all, but she is pleased nonetheless.

"Yea, seems that way. But now I'm wondering..." She trails off as she reaches out, a very lazy, halfassed attempt to get another mark or two on him.

"Hey!" This time he does smack her hands away, glaring at her for trying to play dirty. "Don't push it."

He grunts and gets back to his feet, keeping her movements in his view... Then sourly, "You're pretty good."

She snickers as she relents and backs up, not putting her marker away in case she needs it, but she's not on the offensive any more.

"Pretty good? I'm fucking incredible, space marine training will do that." She scoffs. Pretty good. Pretty good? Please!

"Not too shabby yourself, I guess. Cadet level, maybe. You'd probably survive a little bit with a Covvie invasion." It's kind of a compliment? Seeing as she figures literally nearly the entire city would be wiped out if the alien baddies from home invaded here.

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sorry for the forever waiting tag life tried to consume my face]]

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Sorry for the delay!!

def no worries my brain has been a mess so my replies are scattered and late too

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