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cape and cowl 2020: planning post
![]() Someone call for a dystopian future au? Sometime around 2014 (THIS IS NEW, GUYS, WE'RE JUST SLIDING THE SHIT HITTING THE FAN FORWARD A FEW YEARS OKAY), the government in the City decided that they'd had enough of these superhero antics. There was a nationwide crackdown on metas, requiring registration upon penalty of incarceration. The network was shut down, and many residents were scattered to the winds. There are a few that stayed in touch, however. That's where you come in. For some of you, this might be from before your time. Not to fear! Since it's a highly flexible splinter universe, there's pretty much no such thing as canon. Retcons abound, either as allowances for contradictory canon information (except for the premise, of course), or even just if the player wants to change something around! So, use this post as a free-for all. New characters get new projected histories, dropped characters can be said to have come back, and old characters can be reexamined or given more story. On Sunday, an open post will be put up in ![]() |
molly hooper
The answer was easily.
In hindsight, it had been a mistake to make her work into her life. But it was really all she had known, all she had wanted to do. Helping people was what she'd been good at, whether it be by giving them medical attention or figuring out how their loved one had died. But now she didn't have any of that, just her skills and a more than modest bank account to show for all her years of work. But her research, her friends--taken, scattered. The uncertainty was the worst.
Leaving the City didn't seem like an option. She was too settled, liked it too well. Registration had been the clear option, the safe one. It hadn't been that much trouble; her powers weren't really anything that could be considered threatening, and that was how she preferred things to be.
She rents a flat somewhere else in New England during the year, so she can travel back and forth as she likes. Her work boils down to volunteering now; she shows her credentials in whichever small town she passes through, stays for a week or so and helps out where she can. But she misses her work and research, and has never quite fixed her sleep schedule. More nights than not she's awake in her flat, reading this or that medical text or romance novel, drinking a glass of wine and trying to decide where she'll go next. Lacey curls up on her lap and she pets her as she peruses her books, wondering where everyone has gone. But she doesn't regret her life--Molly isn't good at regret. She only wishes there had been more she could've done.
[if the clinic/rossum didn't close, etc. i will change this!! but this is what i've come up with, assuming they did.]
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