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[center][b]Day/Time:[/b] Day Three - Evening
[b]Location:[/b] 26th Floor of Tetris Castle, The Reception Hall
[b]Tagging:[/b] [@Mattchstick][@DracoLunaris][@Lugubrious][@Zarkun][/center]
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Vault Boy glanced around at the guests who had gathered with his hands happily on his hips. [color=fff200][b]“Well that looks like everyone!”[/b][/color]

A green-haired, sleepy-eyed Lemming walked over to Vault Boy and tugged his pants leg. Vault Boy peered down at the creature with raised brows before he knelt, turning an ear to the creature as it whispered something in his ear. Vault Boy jumped to his feet with a gasp. [color=fff200][b]“You’re right. I completely forgot!”[/b][/color]

Vault Boy raised his hands as a neon-orange panel appeared before them. He slid a few circles here and there, and poked at a few buttons. Behind him, the large screen began to flicker, revealing a pair of zoomed-in blue eyes beneath two red finely waxed brows. A female voice was heard through the reception hall’s surround sound.

“I-I think I finally see someone. Just barely,” came Kinzie Kensington.

[color=AC58FA][b]“You broke it!”[/b][/color] came a male voice behind her.

Kinzie angrily glared over her shoulder and yelled, “How did I break it when I just fixed it?”

Vault Boy attempted to fix the flickering problem with the screen and once the flickering ceased, the guests were able to see a red-headed woman in a blue space suit. Behind her were three lengthy couches—two facing each other and one facing the screen. Sitting on the center couch was a built man with brown hair, blue eyes, and a five o’clock shadow covering his jaw. He was sitting wide-legged with his arms stretched out across the back of the couch. To the right of him was Shaundi. Standing behind his couch with his arms crossed was Johnny Gat. On the couch to the right of him were two black males, Pierce and Benjamin “Muthafuckin’” King. Across from them was Asha Odekar and Matt Miller. Standing behind their couch was Keith David. Kinzie smiled when the screen finally stopped flickering.

“Okay! I got it!” she explained. “Hello? Can you hear me in there?”

Vault Boy turned around to face the screen. [color=fff200][b]“Loud and clear! Is the president with you?”[/b][/color]

The man seated in the center raised his hand. [color=AC58FA][b]“Yep…”[/b][/color] he sounded so enthusiastic.

Vault Boy then faced the guests at the table and clapped his hands together. [color=fff200][b]“Great! We can begin then.”[/b][/color]

Kinzie quickly rounded the coffee table as though a movie were about to start and plopped on the couch to the left of the president.

“Hey, what is dis thing about any way?” Johnny Gat asked.

[color=AC58FA][b]“I was wondering the same thing,”[/b][/color] Mr. President replied.

“Will you two be quiet! We’re about to find out!” Kinzie exclaimed.

“Yeah!” Pierce quietly instigated.

Mr. President scowled over at him. [color=AC58FA][b]“Pierce, shut up...”[/b][/color]

“You shut up!”

Johnny Gat shook his head. “All right, both you idiots shut the fuck up!”

“Shut up!” 

The entire room became loud with yelling and Kinzie pressed her hands to her face to hide her embarrassment. Pillow cushions started flying across the room. Asha began yelling at the boys to stop acting like children. Suddenly a loud blaster went off in the room. Everyone immediately went wide-eyed and silent. They glanced over to the reformed Mr. King as he held up a blaster. Once everyone was quiet, he set the gun in his lap and waved his hand toward the screen.

“Let the man speak…” he calmly said.

Vault Boy was standing there with a blank expression. He blinked and then cleared his throat. [color=fff200][b]“O…kay. Ahem, all right. So, The Council has called everyone here because there’s a situation going down in the land of Skyrim.”[/b][/color]

As Vault Boy began to explain, a hologram appeared over the banquet table showing a [url=https://orig00.deviantart.net/f98c/f/2011/316/1/8/18b97dac60b7e7c52586868e99f8da0f-d4g0emx.jpg]snowy land covered in forests[/url]. He continued, [color=fff200][b]“Deep in the region known as ‘The Reach’ is a barbaric clan called the [url=http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/elderscrolls/images/9/97/Forsworn_Armor_Full.png/revision/latest?cb=20120617184409]Forsworn[/url]. The Forsworn have warred for many years here in order to claim one of the largest cities in Skryim. That city is [url=https://img00.deviantart.net/9ec1/i/2012/002/5/9/skyrim___markarth_by_pokethulhu-d4l3r9f.jpg]Markarth[/url]. The Forsworn have succeeded. The Jarl of The Reach—basically, their king—Hrolfdir, sent us a distress message. I will play the message for you now.”[/b][/color] [i]GM Note: This is taking place before the Markarth Incident. This is when the Forsworn first claim Markath.[/i]

[color=gray][i]The Forsworn have come and never have they been so strong...[/i][/color] 

The President returned from having gotten up and went to the kitchen. He reclaimed his spot, plopping down on the couch with a big bag of potato chips. The bag crackled loudly as he parted an opening in it. A few of the Saints’s heads turned for the noise was muffling the message. He reached into the bag and pinched a few chips between his fingers before he tossed the salty potato crisps into his mouth. His loud munching irritated Kinzie to the point she snatched the bag from him and set it on her side of the couch.

[color=AC58FA][b]“What?”[/b][/color] Mr. President asked irritably.

Kinzie frowned at him and whispered, “Ssh! We can’t hear!”

[color=AC58FA][b]“I don’t care. Give me the bag!”[/b][/color] he whispered back.

“No!”

The president then reached across Kinzie’s lap while she pressed her hand against his face in order to keep him from getting to the bag.

[color=gray][i]…They come led by gods made of steel. The steel gods have managed to command the dragons! We cannot hold! By the time anyone gets this, I fear Markarth may no longer be in my control. What do they want? The mines? The silver? What do they want!?[/i][/color] –Message ends.

Vault Boy resumed, [color=fff200][b]“Gods of steel sounded fishy to us. We suspected that this was not a normal occurrence in the Skyrim gameverse. The Council has called you heroes here to investigate the situation. Find out what happened in Markarth and figure out what the steel gods were searching for. You will meet a man by the name of [url=https://static.tumblr.com/50c1c90c43445517d7b5ab9f725af995/ixhtqde/Q8jnruk33/tumblr_static_7aauopbinukgsosw00c4c8k8g.png]Ulfric Stormcloak[/url] who is plotting to take back the city with his militia. As mentioned before, there are dragons in this world. They aren’t normal dragons either. They are very intelligent. Supposedly, if you know their language, then you can cast powerful spells with it. Sounds cool, huh?”[/b][/color]

[color=fff200][b]“It’s going to be pretty cold, so I hope you guys are prepared!”[/b][/color]

“Cold? I ain’t goin’,” said Pierce.

Johnny Gat grasped his chin and smirked. He thought aloud, “I wonder what it feels like to punch a dragon.”

Having given up on the chip bag, Mr. President scowled and rose from the couch. [color=AC58FA][b]“Whatever. Have fun Gat.”[/b][/color]

[color=fff200][b]“Actually! Excuse me?”[/b][/color] Vault Boy called.

Mr. President paused mid-step and glanced over at the screen.

[color=fff200][b]“The Council specifically called for The President of the United States to handle this problem.”[/b][/color]

“HAAAA! OH SHIT!” Pierce yelled in amusement. He covered his mouth and slapped his knee.

Mr. President blinked as though he didn’t hear Vault Boy right. [color=AC58FA][b]“…What? Well, I mean…[i]technically[/i] the United States no longer exists. Earth blew up. So I’m no longer the president! Ha! I’m not going.”[/b][/color]

He attempted to walk away again when Vault Boy smirked and added, [color=fff200][b]“The Emperor of the Zin; The Leader of the Third Street Saints…”[/b][/color]

Mr. President was finding it harder and harder to creep away the more Vault Boy continued to specify who he was talking about. He eventually just stopped and glared down at the floor as Pierce pointed at him, “That’s you! That’s so you!”

Closing his eyes, Mr. President threw back his head and muttered, [color=AC58FA][b]“Fuck me…”[/b][/color]

The Saints all rose off the couches and took their leave slapping him on the shoulder as they left. Kinzie passed him and smashed the chip bag against his chest. She then smiled holding up her index finger. “Don’t forget to wear that Christmas sweater I made for you!”

The president’s nose wrinkled. [color=AC58FA][b]“But it’s ugly!”[/b][/color]

Sighing, he walked back over to the screen and sat on the coffee table. He looked closely at the Reception Hall. His mouth fell open in surprise, [color=AC58FA][b]“What? You guys got food in there? Nobody said there was gonna be food!”[/b][/color]

“It’s not like you can eat it!” Shaundi yelled.

Nodding as he remembered, he passed a handful of potato chips into his mouth and stammered, [color=AC58FA][b]“You right.”[/b][/color]

Vault Boy faced the guests. [color=fff200][b]“Questions, comments, criticisms, speculations?”[/b][/color]