IT'S TIME FOR DIPPING STICKS AND...

[erewhile]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Are you thinking about apping to to Cape & Cowl, but you want to get a feel of the setting and how your character will fit in it? Then you’ve come to the right place! Pick any of the following scenarios below or feel free to make up your own, and don’t be afraid to throw yourself at anyone’s thread, either!

And remember to have fun!

1. As you exit the Porter Building, the ambient noises you heard, so faint back inside where you found yourself at the center of glowing platform alone – save for the black screen and the female voice who greeted you – erupt in every direction. Every corner you look is bustling with people and cars and bicycles; people going about their everyday life, unaware you’re one of them: an imPort.

2. Or perhaps your bizarre behaviour or appearance catches their attention. Maybe it’s the communicator you picked up before leaving. Either way, several Cityzens headed your way come to a full stop immediately, each one eyeing you differently. Some looks outright afraid, others seem intrigued, and then there are the others whose surprise fades quickly and they carry on past you without as much a second glance.

3. Confused? The Network seems like a good place to start with soliciting information. There appear to be three functions for you to access: AUDIO, VIDEO, and TEXT. Make some friends while you’re at it!

4. Maybe you’re just thrilled to be here and help. The night time is a great time to scope out the underbelly of the City and its criminals. There’s always something going on in its more troubled corners: breaking and entering, drugs or arms trafficking, an attempting kidnapping... the list goes on. The question is: what will you do, Hero?

5. Make up your own scenario, if you wish! You may have discovered the Porter has granted you the ability to make it hail cats. Or that your power of super speed is gone entirely. Maybe you’ve noticed the Statue of Liberty’s sporting a new look. It’s up to you!

Comments

omg *-*

[indentcision]

You gotta be kidding me.

Like anyone thinks what we need around here is more cops. More Gotham cops.

[enabeled]

Someone bought me an ice cream. Very kind of them, I told them I had no money. Or even shoes. People seem to really respond to that.

[enabeled]

It's different, eating ice cream as a free man and eating it in a cell. I aim to appreciate that difference. Plus, it's on a cone.

[ Not in one of those little hospital cups, you know the ones. ]

That's usually how it works, isn't it? Be good, get a treat.

[fashionprincess]

[He hasn't paid any attention to the name attached to the post. He looks now and wrinkles his nose.]

Why would you even call yourself that?

[fashionprincess]

[He looks like he might faint. Not at the prospect of having to work...surely he can find something he can, but at the fact that he doesn't have any of his father's money here. He has such expensive tastes after all.]

[enabeled]

Logic is a problem every city has. Just not always the same kind. Baltimore and New York, for example, very different cities. Can't count on them to be any more interchangeably logical than you can count on people for the same.

[buttpatting]

It's on a cone.

[Yes, he has to repeat it because he's not sure why Abel must state the obvious, but apparently he must, and it is on a cone. Ice cream cone and Abel Gideon, an image that is somehow endearing and yet still needs more ostrich eggs.]

I think, Doctor Gideon, that if you remain good you'll be eating more than ice cream cones outside of a cell. I'm sure you'll still appreciate them just as much, though, your new found freedom taken into account.

[buttpatting]

[Maybe he's wearing riding gloves for the same reason Hannibal has that damn handkerchief folded perfectly in his jacket pocket: they're both assholes.

Maybe? No? Who knows then, and wow Hannibaby only his friends call him that of which there are none but hey sometimes he gets sad at night all alone listening to his super rare obscure recorded tape of an opera that ran all of three nights in 1930 and he has like one of five copies because he is legit hardcore super hipster, too, okay, just because he's not wearing 100000 rings doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate all the things no one else does because no one's heard of them!!!

but good god that's a lot of rings but hey! He has a friend (not a Hannibaby friend it's just a guy who thinks Hannibal is his bro and he's gonna screw him over super hardcore later) who wears the most obnoxious ring in the world and yet somehow he would welcome it now because he can't even count the rings on this motherfucker's hand what a world.]

I can't say I've been called Doc much before. [Suddenly reminded of Bugs Bunny and other hopping rabbits and oh no he has to shake that thing and it's probably been touching seafood and and

oh well, a handshake it is. And he won't even wipe his hand off with his handkerchief because he is so damn polite. Shit, look at all this politesse. It's almost worth a capital P.] Perhaps it's because you are not a prince in this place. That, and people seem to have trouble using titles if they think it takes too long to say.

[doctor lecter

his eyes scream into the night]

[buttpatting]

[More like pop, pop, RUDE but hey, some people like their bubblegum. Hannibal doesn't get it himself, but he's not a dentist. He doesn't have to care about people's teeth.

He just has to care about that squelching noise which is just, really, totally unacceptable. It shouldn't be allowed unless he's doing it himself and then it would hardly be in public because

well

you know]

Only if you pair it with Campari tomatoes and Kalamata olives. [Bam. Boom. Was that expected? Probably not. But oh well, Hannibal drops food-related names like he drops bodies, and she asked. It's only polite to answer.] Then it would work quite well, yes. I've used it in salads myself.

[that italian dressing may have been questionable but it was still a salad]

[batmanbungledeverything]

Trust me when I say you'd find me locked up in Arkham with all the loonies before I did any "consulting" with you.

Harrrrrrveeeeeeey!

[batmanbungledeverything]

[Great, he has to deal with all the crazies today.]

Jeez, you're all just comin' out of the woodwork today, aintchya? Look, I got enough work to do without dealin' with wackos like you, so why don't you just crawl back into your what ever hole you came out of? Make this easier on the both of us.

[batmanbungledeverything]

...New Gotham huh? Packed with as many crazies as the old one by the sounds of it.

[batmanbungledeverything]

...He probably used one of his silly bat-gizmos to do it.

[Don't call his bluff Montoya, it's always Batman's fault.]

Yeah, what ever you say. I'll believe it when I have proof.

[Which he'd have if he read the pamphlet apparently.]

[batmanbungledeverything]

'Course I did, I skimmed it.

[He did no such thing. He crumpled it and threw it out the second he got it, missed the garbage can when he tossed it too. He's a pro at this.]

[batmanbungledeverything]

...

"Check out the gift shop before you exit."

[batmanbungledeverything]

What? Who puts "you've been sucked into an alternate universe" on a flippin' pamphlet?

[batmanbungledeverything]

Well, someone needs to put a better system together. No one reads pamphlets Montoya, no one.

[batmanbungledeverything]

[No one reads them.]

Alright, Alright. I guess I can play along for a little while.

...Of course, why wouldn't we be? You didn't go and ask for a switch, did you?

[gevurah]

Suit yourself, then.

sharon rainsworth | pandora hearts

[auntyquated]

( Goodness. Certainly everything had a bit of a mess before finding herself in the dark (literally or figuratively), and even with her hands full with the ah... literature provided in the imposing building behind her, all combed over before stepping foot outside the unfamiliar doors, Sharon wouldn't be inclined to saying she has the slightest proper inkling of what's going on.

For one, there are cities, and there is this place, filled with people as any city is wont to be, and filled with all sorts of vehicles that roared, buzzed, and hiccuped their way through streets empty of anything usually found in streets -- except for birds.

Birds were ubiquitous.

Regardless, it's difficult to prevent her eyes from widening, confronted now with the sights more than the sounds, the scents more than recent memories. This is no Reveil, but with a distracted glance up, up, up past the top of the building she's just stepped out of, there is the sky, dutifully looking much like the sky usually does, dependent on the weather. There's that, she thinks, and deciding that it's past time for reaction, breathes in, closes her eyes, tucks her chin in and straightens her back. Poise, cheer, delicacy and beauty. She's a Rainsworth. She can handle this, unplanned and unexpected as it was, and she will. Simple as that.

Sharon smiles as she opens her eyes again, letting thoughts filter through (are those women? dressed as men? in such form fitting clothing! can someone be both scanadlized and intruigued at once? no one else seemed to notice, or to care. hmm.) that were largely irrelevant. The literature provided in the building hadn't been so in depth as it had been cautionary. Understanding the extent of her situation, or that of people like her, would require looking into.

Which would be why an apparently thirteen, fourteen year old girl with slightly mussed hair dressed in Victorian-style clothing has taken to walking down the sidewalk, coming to a pause in front of the puddle of the century. There is no way around this puddle, and no clear, easy way through.

It's an awfully silly moment to find herself confronted with, sincec it's nothing but a puddle, but for the few moments it takes her to decide on the best course of action, there she is: stopped-before-a-puddle-girl. (Young woman, but one would never know, not without insight into her history.) )

[batmanbungledeverything]

I'll do just that Miss...

...Just who exactly do I have the "pleasure" of speakin' to anyways?

[batmanbungledeverything]

A quake? In Gotham?

Now I know you're yankin' my chain.

[Except it totally does apparently happen in the DCAU according to a Batman Beyond comic. ...Go figure.]

[gevurah]

Kate Kane. [ Without knowing when he's from exactly, she refrains from calling him by his title in the force. ] You... were an old friend's partner for a while.

[amoray]

[ wow man eridan has the worst mentorship/sorta friendship in like, ever, okay, hannibal and chilton ain't got nothing on this shit.

but here's that shitty little half-smirk that says hm yes, me not a prince, how quaint, as he withdraws his hand and readjusts one of his gloves for absolutely no real reason. this is some vegeta shit going on right now. ]

You must be real new. [ he gestures to himself, other hand (with the bag) at his hip. so sessy. ] Most folk around here know somethin' about the King of Atlantis by now.

[ because that sounds SO GENUINE. ]

Gotta agree on titles, though. Buncha plebs don't got a proper appreciation for titles like us.

[batmanbungledeverything]

Right. Nice to meet you, Toots. [He's heard the name before, but Harvey isn't that great at being respectful.]

Huh. I've had my fair share of partners, gonna have to be more specific than that.