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

i am sorry i am just grinning like a fool over here iM SO PLEASED LOOK AT THESE LIL SHITS

[hotbrains]

No, no. Sorry, I... I didn't mean to... [sound picky? ungrateful? has he already agreed to meal? it's not as though it matters, it's not as though the ghost will be sticking around to haunt his kitchen.] Nevermind.

No, soup is fine. If you don't think it's too hot for it. [god dammit, will. rude is a dangerous thing to be, here.]

will plz just accept that hannibal can make normal people food gosh he's human too!!!

[buttpatting]

[Haunt Will's kitchen, haunt his own kitchen, haunt every kitchen he has access to—most people would take it as a blessing, not a curse.

Then again, most people don't know what they're really when he has the time to properly prepare for a meal. But it's so delicious, surely they wouldn't mind...?]

If you find it too hot, we'll turn up the air and make it more fitting.

[Rude is always dangerous. He looks him over a minute, taking in the color of his face and his stance. His smell. Yes, this is most decidedly the Will Graham he knows. But what does he remember? What has he been through? What does he know?]

I've got all I needed. Were you looking for something in particular? Let's get what you need and move along, shall we? It's best cooked immediately, even if good fresh produce can last a while.

well yeah, you are what you eat.

[hotbrains]

No, no- [he's forgotten what he came in here for, of course. hannibal's appearance knocked him off balance, made the world tilt just a degree more on its axis. will blinks slowly, trying to recall the list that he cycled through his mind a dozen times to commit to memory; before he stepped outside and felt the world, all the sounds and sights and people overwhelm him, before reality flattened out and went hazy when his focus shifted.] No, I...

[he decides that even an imagined doctor lecter probably knows better than he does (especially in this state), and gives a small nod.]

I didn't need anything. I don't need anything.

right back atcha buddy old pal old chum old friend

[buttpatting]

[Poor Will, having come here with a reason and apparently forgotten it entirely in the time it took to spot Hannibal and realize that yes, yes, it was him. Skittish, almost. But he was agreeing to go back with him, so it wasn't all a waste.

It just made him wonder what his last memories from home were. What it was he thought he knew about Hannibal, if he'd gotten to the time when he thought he knew he was something less than friendly.]

If you say you need nothing, I'll believe you. You do, however, look like you need a few hot meals in you. Other than that...how have you been, Will?

[There's no point in standing around, so Hannibal moves forward, fully expecting Will to follow and carry the conversation without needing to check his watch. When has Will not followed him, really?]