Good League of Good visitor's centre

[Fan]

"Of coruse thats fine, dont forget to pick up your complimentry gift basket on the way out. It has moreo f that cake you came for."

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

*The llama has good hearing and he trots back in to grab a gift basket and run back out so his player can go play Star Wars RPG. As he leaves, an excited "oooooh" echos through the room as he explores his gift bag.*

[ApeofLight]

Garth walks in and goes up to the screen. " Hello? Is anyone here? "

[happyturtle]

A welcome drone approaches.

Greeting: Welcome to the Good League of Good!
Query: How may we help you?
Query: Would you like some cake?

[ApeofLight]

Garth looks at the drone. " Hi. I would like to join the good league of good. No. "

[happyturtle]

Gentle Imperative: Please step through the portal, Sir
Cheerful Greeting: Have a nice day!

[ApeofLight]

Garth nods to the robot and steps through the portal.

[TFT]

(are we rping our avatars or something? - I would like to join)

[happyturtle]

((Sure, you can RP your avatar if you like. So long as it's a good-aligned character. I've got to go now, but Lex-kat will be on in a half hour or so and will be able to answer any questions you have.))

[Lex-Kat]

((Catseye, do you still have questions??))

[TFT]

(Nah, I was just getting permission to join)((I was kind of distracted for about an hour there, I apologize)
A young boy no older then 17 stares at the building known as the Good League of Good. He waits a second, then knocks on the front door.

[Fan]

He sees a vampire holding a tuxedo apprach the door beside him, and pull out a set of keyes.
"Oh hey, you looking to gain membershi or are you just here for the cake?"

[RabbitHoleLost]

A purple hat rolls into the visiting center, before just sitting still before the other two present in the room.
It seems to be made of silk, with an orange band of some less softer fabric holding a playing card in place.

[Fan]

Fan goes to investigate the hat making sure its not trapped, and if its not he wil attempt to take it off the floor, and set it in a chair. It is after all a rather nice hat.

[RabbitHoleLost]

There are not traps from the hat, only the soft sounds of piano.
It sits rather still upon the chair.

[Fan]

Fan trys to find the soruce of the piano sound. If it is coming from inside the hat he will peer inside it.

[Lex-Kat]

Bob the Baker walks up. It's in the hat, Sonny. Kids these days. When I was his age, we had to walk up hill, in the snow, with books tied to our backs, with no shoes on. And that was just to get home in the summer. He keeps on walking.

[RabbitHoleLost]

As Fan moves to peer inside the hat, out will pop a hatter. Brunette, bright icy blue eyes gleaming with a light of immeasurable insanity. She wears an orange overcoat, as well as a polka-dotted bowtie, and bows to the two present in the room, folding her white silk glove-covered hands infront of her.
"Greetings, GLoG. GLoGgers. Blog. Log. Tog...gle."

[Fan]

"Hello miss.....I'm sorry i didn't quite catch your name."

[TFT]

(Lets see if we can shift this back to me... yes my posting is slow, but I thought no one was on )
The young man approaches Fan, and says: I don't know anything about cake(Though I would like some...), I was looking for membership.

[RabbitHoleLost]

" The name you chose;Your name. Informal, friendly, official...
An act of will, of self; Defining for yourself who you are." She picked up her hat and swiftly replaces it atop her head.
"Ambrosius. Ambrosius Arietta Reginaldi III."

[Fan]

((We thought the same of you.))
Seeing th infulx of new people Fan callsup a drone to handle the new emeber. The drone itself hands Catseye a bunch of entry forums, and a few cotnracts consisting of consent to an alignment scan.
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@ RHL
"I see, and a fine name it is. May I ask what your purpose is here; are you here for the wedding perhaps? You'll have to forigve me though as I'm not enitrely acquainted with all the guests."

[TFT]

Forms... I should have figured. Name... Place of Residence... Age... Gender... Alignment... Consent to an Alignment Scan (Well, thats kind of redundent, he thinks, they already ask alignment...), among other things.
Filling out the forms, he asks the droid where the Alignment Scan takes place, if the droid can speak...(My character is, in fact, good aligned)

[RabbitHoleLost]

"I come to audition GLoG." A brown doormouse, undead and partially rotting, peers out from the collar of of coat.
"A wedding. Hmmmm, a small form of death wrapped in white satin ribbons. No, non, I have not come for a white death. I have come to sell my wares. I am aware there is a, hmmmm, war, yes? I must know which side offers the most fun."

[Fan]

The Drone points to the portal to his left that is glowing a blue white right now signaling that it is in working order.
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@ RHL.
"Ah I see, your welcome to audition, but currently we are not particpating in any wars. We kinda dropped out after HALO in their hypocrisy alllied wtih everyone else against a good org."

[TFT]

Oh great, a portal. Like those are never dangerous, he says sarcastically. Knowing its probably safe though, this being the good league of good, he walks into the portal.

[Fan]

((after a slight tingle you will be in the base.))

[RabbitHoleLost]

"It wasn't I who was auditioning, but you." The hatter frowned.
"And if there is no war to be found within your halls, it is as useless to me as a flowered rifle." And, with that, Ambrosius simply disappeared.

[Ganurath]

A half-orc clad in gray robes walks in with a polished black cane. He starts putting up fliers for the Moratorium Academy of the High Art of Scholarly Magic, taking them out of a pocket inside his robe and securing them with some minor spellcraft, drawing a simply geometric diagram of red light in the air to cast the spell.

[Fan]

Fan walks up to the man, and
"excuse me sir what exactly are you doing here, and why are you putting up fliers?"