OOC Note - See the hidden bracket for map info, since not everybody got linked to the image in-chat, I imagine. (Shoulda done this earlier, but ah well, getting it taken care of now anywho!)



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The dalmation clerk was still making doubly-sure that the two patrons in front of her had no further questions for her, with that same smile that never seemed to falter -- until something happened that took the smile off of her face, and replaced it with a look of utter... surprise...!

From the elevators, emerged a large, hulking reptile, whom then proceeded to make his way over in her direction, stopping just short of the hedgehog and the shark. All the employee seemed capable of at this point was to simply stare, taken aback by the sudden presence of this particular guest. A few moments passed before she was able to find her voice once more, her demeanor taking on an entirely new tone...

"O-oh, oh my goodness! You... you're that one fellow! Sir, you're... you're Alfonso Luis Garcia Aguirre Martinez Jr., otherwise known as Tank, the Power Mask himself...! I know all about you and your career, I..." She gave a respectful bow, though it was a rather -quick- one, as if she didn't dare miss a second of baring witness to the Tank's presence. "I've been a fan of yours for quite some time! It is an -honor-, an absolute honor to have you with us today!" About as giddy as a schoolgirl, the clerk went about eagerly trying to fish around in her pockets for something... "Ooer, where is that... that... o-oh, here we are..!"

Within an instant, she was standing right in front of the hulking turtle, presenting a spotted notebook and writing utensil, her face absolutely beaming. "Would you... would you be okay with autographing this for me, sir..? I would be very grateful..!"

... So. Someone has a fan.

While Tank dealt with an excited fan, Sheffer tried to sort out his own unexpected fame, and the others gawked at the sights, Dr. Henshin took it upon himself to be business-minded and handle signing "the kids" up for the competition.

And so, over at the appropriate counter, some distance away from the others, he went along checking boxes, reading (i.e. not reading) paperwork, signing waivers (and forging the others' signatures thoughtlessly), recording guest and competitor names, and so on... Unfortunately, he forgot precisely who was a guest, and who was competing.

Tank, Sheffer, Hoji, Jack...

"... Hnn," he hummed thoughtfully and tapped the ink pen against his chin as he looked back at Mako. He ended shrugging and putting the shark down as a competitor. "No harm done," doc figured silently as he proceeded to legally obligate the hopeless boy to fight (see: get beaten up) in return for lodging.

"On Westside?" Rock retorted rhetorically to Ace as he approached the line along behind the elderly moth ahead, and started filling out papers. "It'd be an empty competition if they wanted clean sheets."

He skimmed the terms, and started putting down his information (passing a form and pen to Ace, as well). "I bet we won't see much in the way of real boxers here because'a that," he observed in a mutter. "No professional athlete's gonna wanna taint his good name by riskin' a loss in a setting like this."

{[OOC: I feel I should clarify that Hoji was NOT saying that Sheffer was completely covered. I apologize for my confusing post, though. Chalk it up to the clusterpoop that is Hoji's thoughts. Eheh. Anywho}

Hoji came up behind behind good doctor at the registration desk, glancing back at Tank and his admirer. Thinking in the back of his mind that Tank hated people mixing his identities, for whatever reason. He arrived behind Henshin just in time to watch him forge his signaturem, watching him from over his shoulder.

"Old man." He said calmly, having waited for him to finish, "What are you doing?"

He glanced back at Mako, "Old man, I...don't think Mako...was going to fight." He said with a sigh. Poor kid.

Rock's eyes flitted to their corners as the brawny little guy approached, then again as he stopped very close by. His brows lowered almost undetectably, but he continued what he was doing, and scrawled his signature and initials for what had to be the fourth time.

Then the question.

"... Yup," the primate answered, coming up short for anything to say besides that simple confirmation. In some sort of attempt to not be rude, he tacked on a low-spoken, "Sure am."

He took in a single sniff (either as an idle twitch or possibly because the green guy was noticeably malodorous) and blinked once. He tapped his pen a couple times on the desk as he looked the ruffian over, his own expression largely blank and not very telling at all. He then finished his forms in a few seconds more with no further comment, shoved his paper across the desk to the staff member, and laid his pen flat with a clack.



"Old man, I...don't think Mako...was going to fight," Hoji had said to Doc Henshin. The doctor indistinctly mumbled, "Is that so?" and continued writing, as if oblivious to the concern. "Oh well..." Scribble, scribble. "I'm sure he'll be fine..." Scratch, scribble. "A little head traaumaa... just builds character, hm? Yes..."