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IT'S TIME FOR DIPPING STICKS AND...

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!
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Are you kidding him?
...no. Of course not. It doesn't work that way anymore, does it? Elliot frowns (like... always...) and calls out to him, as if there's nothing unusual about any of this whatsoever.]
What are you doing on the ground, shorty?
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Oz blinks, his babbling trailing off into silence with that voice being way too familiar to ignore and further too much of a wishful source of company, particularly in a place so foreign as this. Eyes wide, he looks from the dog towards the voice's direction of origin, landing sight of Elliot (—which isn't possible, because isn't—hasn't—?) almost instantly. Everything internally is an absolute mess of confusion and uncertainty, giving him just one more reason now to find an odd situation odder, but it only flickers over his expression for a second before he forces it away to allow the preferred beam of smile at seeing the other here to shine through. While his smile may not be the entire truth of himself (and obvious to someone like Elliot, at that), there's nothing particularly untruthful about it, either. He's happy to see Elliot (...really happy, actually, the realization sinking in the longer the other is still in his line of view). He's so happy he can't even be bothered to puff his cheeks up at the nickname, it only adding validty to the chances this isn't a bad joke being played. ]
Elliot!!
[ He doesn't want to get is hopes up too far, he could be hallucinating, but he braces himself for the disappointment as best he can and swallows it, pointing to the dog as if there might be some confusion as to whom (or what, take your pick) Oz is referring to in his following answer. ]
—This guy needed a friend! He was all by himself so I thought I could help him out a little bit. [ Whch can only mean that Oz needed someone to talk to so badly he'd taken advantage of a poor unsuspecting animal being held hostage by a leash. Nowhere to run...!! ]
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His frown deepens, partly out of embarrassment, and partly out of frustration. Maybe for someone like himself, being stuck in this place wasn't so bad (though it still made him angry—he didn't belong here, dammit), but to think that the others were stuck here, too... It really pissed him off! Even if Oz acted like it was nothing, it just wasn't right.
On the plus side, the fact that Oz is so enthusiastic about the dog is a good thing. It was slightly less embarrassing when he talked about the dog needing a friend. (But only slightly.)]
He's probably waiting for someone. Are you sure you didn't scare them off?
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These aren't very normal circumstances at all.
Oz's smile fades into surprise, turning to look at the dog (and he gets a pretty blank look in return, but the dog does seem to sense Oz's change in attitude and not like it, its ears lowering along with its head to the ground on its paws as it gives a small whimper—not out of fear, but as if feeling suddenly worried towards the obnoxious company, actually distraught all that stupid nonsense energy is gone so easily and replaced by that). He blinks before slowly lowering his gaze, letting his surprise melt into something morose, actually reflecting on that. ]
...Well, actually, it's pretty weird, but a lot of people seem to be avoiding or ignoring me even if I try to talk to them. [ They also seem to do the same regardless of who pays attention to who first. ] I can't get an answer out of anyone and some of them do look a little scared of me. [ ...Not most of them from what he's experienced, but there have been a few and he's as unsure of what they're afraid of as he is unsure of what certain people keep stopping when seeing him and reacting with something else like contempt. The few that looked interested walked along almost as easily as the ones who decided to ignore him.
Oz is pretty sure he didn't scare this dog's owner away because the dog hadn't been interested in anyone else or their reactions until Elliot showed up. Still, he still apparently was scaring some people off.
Shoot, maybe he should have paid more attention to remembering what had been going on before getting out of that building (or, rather, maybe he should stop pretending none of what he heard ever fell on his ears at all). ]
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They don't like people like us. We're supposed to be here to help, but to them, we're just outsiders.
[It was kind of funny, in a twisted sort of way. Elliot was used to being treated that way—being disliked for reasons that were completely out of his control—and it seemed that, even in death, he couldn't escape it. Tch. Someone somewhere must really dislike him.]
Not all of them hate us, but most of them do.
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Who knows. Regardless, it does bring a smile back. ]
I knew Elliot could answer that. [ Oz gives one last look at the dog before leaning forward the distance to give it one last pat on the head and then get to his feet, dusting himself and finally looking back up to the other. ]
—So, when are you gonna show me around?
[ And feed him, apparently, because his stomach just so happens to follow that question with a really loud gurgle to get a word in, too. ]
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[But Elliot is interrupted by the growling of the other boy's stomach, and all he can do is make a face. Jeez, how long had he been sitting here like this...? Elliot does what any reasonable person would do and reaches out to grab Oz's arm.]
After we get something to eat, I guess. Just how long have you been here, anyway?
[It wasn't like Elliot was in a hurry to go anywhere, so it wasn't going to be a problem, but he's totally judging him. He wouldn't have sat around talking to cute animals if he was lost and hungry and needing answers!
...well. Unless it was a cat. Then he might have sat there for a while. But still.]
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I don't know, not long... maybe an hour... or two... or... [ hm... he hadn't been keeping track of time, it just felt like forever and he knows that isn't right, either, so... ] well, it's definitely been less than a day. [ Definitely less than a day, he would have at least noticed that while wandering about or even simply sitting with the dog. Either way, Elliot's question deserves the obvious return question: ]
...What about you?
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He explains as he leads him down the street, looking around as he goes for a good place to stop for food.] It's not unusual for people to be here much longer. Sometimes, it can be months, and other times, years.