IT'S TIME TO PARTY ALL NIGHT

[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

[secondguess]

Thank God for small favors.

I take it you're from New York, originally?

[slightlyoffchilt]

That's the essence of my career. You might find it rather relevant.

[secondguess]

How did you get hired in a position like that here? [ you are a kidnap victim too right ] Did you have to go through a full-length recertification?

[yourpiecenow]

I'm just saying that maybe, maybe, a life of not being able to make friends with normal people left you kind of screwed up when it comes to interacting with them.

I know it'd be so much easier for you to compute this if I were some kind of raging psycho, but. Life is disappointing.

[secondguess]

And you're absolutely sure this isn't an elaborate hoax? [ Things Joan does not want to believe: that everyone she has ever known, everyone she loves and likes and tolerates, that her entire life has been ripped out from under her, and that there may be no way to get it back. ] I mean, it's obvious that this isn't the New York I woke up in this morning, but it can't really be another dimension. That's not even possible!

[centurybaby]

What, like you don't remember?

[hotwater]

I see.

[ truthfully, she doesn't work with a lot of women. not closely, anyway. ]

Lydia. Lydia Rodarte-Quayle.

You were saying something about being friends?

[firstinstinct]

[ He looks aghast at the insinuation. ]

Please! Watson, you must open your mind to every possibility, no matter how remote. We know this is not New York, but it's hauntingly similar to New York, we know there's somebody running this city that isn't the Mayor, or the Chief of Police, and we know that we can reach out and touch people quite easily.

[ And look, he does so. Some random man on the street, who skids away, shooting a dirty look over his shoulder. ]

I've had elaborate dreams before, and this isn't a dream. That was my first thought -- and hoax would be possible, but they would need to limit how far we can move, which they have not done.

[buttpatting]

[and they say she's so lucky, she's a star, but she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart]

Or terrible, if the person in question proves to be less than adequate with their acting skills.

[or they're not hot enough to make it, whatever, hannibal doesn't do hollywood]

[secondguess]

[ She turns her head to get another look at the street, finally taking a sip of that coffee. It's not bad (good work). ]

You wouldn't hit the walls of a cage if you're still in the center of it.

[couldbeavoided]

Not very well. He was-- I didn't want to. But I wasn't strong enough to stop him.

♪ because a vision softly creeping ♪

[couldbeavoided]

[ He blinks; isn't it obvious? ]

In the end I couldn't protect anyone. [ Or you. ] I couldn't do anything except watch.

[couldbeavoided]

[ Bob gives him a wary look, guarded, but nods a little absently. ]

I'm not really sure how long. I don't remember everything.

[couldbeavoided]

That's what history does, Tony.

What other way is there?

[enabeled]

Well -- ever been to New York?

[enabeled]

Reality is reality, regardless of what you think it should be. Sad truth that we all must face one way or the other.

Just go with it.

[retropolis]

I wasn't thinking anything in particular.

...What do you do, then?

[retropolis]

Well, yes. But greatness means a different thing to everyone.

[acrossyourpath]

Born and raised. Slight adjustment, but not much of one. Geographically speaking.

♪ left its seeds while i was sleeping ♪

[invoking]

No!

[ He can't blame Bob, mostly out of a selfish fear that if Bob succumbed to his own darkness, a hero like him, what does that mean for someone like Gil? ]

It's not your fault. We should have been able to do something... you had friends and allies and yet we —

♪ and the vision that was planted in my brain ♪

[couldbeavoided]

[ Bob looks at Gil a little warily, expression both guarded and regretful. He doesn't move much otherwise. ]

It isn't your fault, he would have killed you. He kills everyone that gets in his way. [ If it were possible for him to "dim" any further, it's happening now. ] You couldn't have known, even I didn't know what was going to happen.

[ As much as he might have "had a feeling." ]

[invoking]

[ Perhaps not surprisingly, he begins to shake his head frantically. ]

There had to have been something. I can't accept anything else.

What —

What was it? "He"...?

[couldbeavoided]

There isn't, there never has been. I thought if-- I didn't think he followed me here last time. I don't know if he did again.

[ He pauses, face darkening slightly. ]

The Void. My greatest... foe.

[detriments]

Just wondering. I was never capable of such things, back where I'm from. Must have been fun.