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]

[The gift of gab. Tower of Babel, the man: he speaks every language, even animal. All day long, voices. Voices everywhere. Even the lobsters in the tanks at the grocery stores are talking to him. "Help us, help us...no wait actually don't help us actually you should go to the other side of the store or actually the country I'd rather die without you being here thank you."

WOW CHILTON YOU WANT HANNIBAL SO BADLY YOU'D GET POWERS BASED ON HOW YOU COULD FUCK WITH HIM BUT HA-HA-HA MISCHA ISN'T HERE YET THIS IS A NO MISCHA ZONE THIS IS A HANNIBAL RISING NEVER HAPPENED

EVER

ZONE

but hannibal can stay because cordell is the shit we just don't need lee pace mason verger]

Yes. One of—here. Watch me, I'll show you.

[Pfff like Hannibal has to ever say those two words to have Chilton's eyes on him but hey, he'll be nice. Look at him go, holding up that finger like he's demanding the attention of an entire room (when is he not come on children in Chilton's office step up to the show) as opposed to just Chilton (don't feel too special now). He pulls down the sleeve of his jacket so that when he runs his finger along the palm of his hand—thus cutting a line deep enough that blood can be easily seen—there's no chance it'll drip onto his clothes. Abigail already ruined one, why would he do it himself? But he just does it enough so that Chilton can pick up that he's bleeding, drags his next finger back over it, and bam.

Doctor Awesome.

Who is currently pulling out a handkerchief to get what little blood he drew off of him.]

Do you see now why surgery was the most logical choice?

[slightlyoffchilt]

[There's a quiet lull on Chilton's end of the camera, the settling horror (and fascination) building to a silent impact. That's soon broken by the whimperings of children -- and soon the scamperings of children -- because what the fuck did everyone just witness.]

Undeniably useful.

[Chilton cleared his throat, forcing himself to speak. The shock of the physics-defying healing was what disarmed him.

The gruesome display in of itself was a bit more titillating.]

How did you discover that? Under what circumstance, I mean -- was it just intuitive?

[buttpatting]

I had an accident in the kitchen.

[He'll let Frederick think he means something along the lines of messing up slicing something and leave it there. Those poor children (run away, kids, that's right) don't get any heed from Hannibal, clearly fixated on his fine company across the screen. Watch me, he'd said, and Frederick hadn't looked away. Doing well so far, that Frederick Chilton. He deserves to feel like Hannibal only has eyes for him, at least for a little while.]

I put my hand to suppress the bleeding before I could find a towel, and it, well...I didn't need the towel afterwards for anything other than clean up.

It was an odd night. If you haven't discovered yours, it's only a matter of time. The wait is worth it.