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

[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.

[enabeled]

The novelty will wear off eventually, I'm sure. Always does, so you strike while the iron's hot.

With ice cream, I mean, not the freedom... so much. What's not to appreciate -- no rules, no doctors, no wife... gosh, who doesn't want all that? Get it? [ A pause. ] Everyone should feel it at least once in their life.

[buttpatting]

There are always rules, Doctor Gideon, just not as strict as the ones you know.

[And, eugh, wives. Marriage. Do not want.]

Some people want to be married. They're meant for it, it could be said. There is no shame in not being meant for marriage. I'm certainly not.

[Not that he had a wife and he killed her, mind, but he'll give Abel something else to relate to him, small it may be.]

[enabeled]

We'll see. Seems like the jury is out on just how law enforcement gets handled around here. I can't be expected to adhere to rules no one can decide on.

[ Loopholes. Gotta love 'em. ]

Oh, I'm not ashamed of it. Anyone can be meant for anything. And not everyone can be meant for everything.

[buttpatting]

The law enforcement is a bit different, it's true. But I'm sure you'll do just fine.

[Hannibal loves loopholes, too. Like, way too much. Bros.]

What's your next order of business, after ice cream? Going for a walk in the park? Sleeping on a bench just because you're out of a cell? I can't imagine how refreshing it must be to be out of that [shithole] place.

[enabeled]

I haven't decided. Get some shoes, I think. Then who knows? The world is my oyster. Far as I can tell, I don't have any pressing engagements... not anymore. Not here.

[buttpatting]

You haven't had the chance to buy your own clothes in years, have you? Fashion has changed.

[He has to do this. Abel Gideon isn't very worthy, it's true, but he's worth more than being too out of the loop to realize that Crocs are not

to be

tolerated

in any way.]

I'll go with you, get you settled. Find things that flatter and suit and fit as opposed to simply picking up the first things you come across. How does that sound to you, Doctor Gideon?