Heroes of Light, Battle! The Ultimate Golsaucian Tournament Begins!

[tiredcharmer]

Who: The Heroes of Light!
When: June 16th-19th
Where: Sparks Golsaucia
What: After weeks of getting hounded by the press, corporations, and prospective fiances, Octavaux Dairesault offers the Heroes of Light a way out: by participating in this year's Golsaucian Gauntlet, taking the form of a fighting tournament.
Warnings/Notes: Tournament arc, congoers.


An Offer You Can't Refuse (Prelude)
It starts not long after June begins. Maybe somebody proposes to you in the middle of the street. Or you're bumrushed by a horde of solicitors who want to use your image for whatever product they're peddling. Or maybe a reporter literally busts down your door to get an interview. Whatever the case, the Heroes soon find it's impossible to find a semblance of peace and quiet in early June. Around every corner and in every building is somebody who is just dying to talk to you, or more commonly, several somebodies, each at cross purposes. Even your homes aren't safe, as a few particularly nutty fans are willing to break and enter to get your autograph.

You have to deal with all of this for a week, until you're contacted by Octavaux Dairesault, organizer of the previous year's smash hit Golsaucian Gauntlet. He's noticed (and perhaps orchestrated) your plight, and offers you a way out: simply participate in his tournament and/or the events around it, and the attention will lessen. Considering how things get worse every day, you don't have a lot of options...

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As it turns out, the events around the tournament that Octavaux casually mentioned are really a huge, city-spanning con. Cosplayers are everywhere. Artist alley takes up two entire districts. You can't take two steps without bumping into a merchandise stall. Thankfully, the limos Octavaux has provided means that you don't have to fight your way through a horde of ravening fans to reach the centerpiece of the whole debacle: the arena. A massive Colosseum with bleeding-edge technology to allow for the creation of stages drawn from... something. Octavaux refuses to elaborate on that. Whatever the case, you finally have the respite that you need. There's delicious food, cushy bedrooms, exercise rooms... pretty much whatever you want. And best of all, nobody prying into your business. How will you spend your precious, precious free time?

Of course, the tournament isn't all some of you are here for. Maybe you've decided to host a panel, in which case you're contractually obligated to appear among thousands upon thousands of fans and give a spiel. And give autographs. Lots of autographs. With really weird requests too.

Whatever the case... the tournament is about to begin!

Comments

Panel: Everyday Errantry

[singerofspells]

[watching a whale telekinetically cart in the supplies for her panel is probably drawing more attention than the panel itself]

As an opening exercise, you can help me with the parcels still on the cart?

[peace_through_empathy]

"Certainly." Megatron rises from his seat, and picks up some of the parcels. He can hold quite a few of them comfortably. "Where are we taking these?"

[singerofspells]

"Based on the map, three doors down the hall and on the left."

[peace_through_empathy]

Megatron nods. "Of course; after you, madam." He nods, and then steps aside to give S'reee room to move. "These are for your panel, I take it?" He asks, falling into step next to her.

[singerofspells]

"Yes. I recalled that humans retain information better when it is written down. I don't know if that's true for the other species of this world, but it couldn't hurt."

[peace_through_empathy]

Megatron nods. "It's true of most organic species I've encountered, though there are always variations, and mechanical life tends to digest information differently as well." Cybertronians could have information beamed directly into their brain modules and digest
it instantaneously, though Megatron still enjoyed the odd moments of peace where he could take his time and actually read something on his own time. He had a little more of that here in Vaikuntha than he was used to either in his own reality or the Functionist universe.

"I must admit I've been looking forward to your panel." He carries on. "I think it will be an educational experience all around." There are always lessons to be learned, after all.

[singerofspells]

"Thank you," S'reee said. "Is there anything in particular you are interested in? I can't guarantee that I'll address it, but I can steer things that way. Or if it's entirely off-topic, I can answer it before or after the panel."