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

[slightlyoffchilt]

You might be stuck here awhile. Wouldn't you say companionship makes it easier?

[hotwater]

Excuse me. I'm sorry. Are you suggesting we become friends or something?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Networking with people of influence seems like a bad plan to you?

[hotwater]

Theoretically, no. But you have to understand my skepticism, of course.

[slightlyoffchilt]

I would be worried if you lacked any skepticism. But delaying your advantage too long won't prove advantageous.

[hotwater]

Okay, look. Let's just-- let's just say, right, there's something to be gained here. I know that I can be useful to you. And-- I want to be clear here-- you're saying that you can be useful to me. You can help me. Maybe you can't get me home, but you can help me. Is that right?

[slightlyoffchilt]

I can help you here, yes. I've been networking. [If there's one thing Chilton does very well, it's shimmy up to the people who can get him the things he wants.] I know people who can be highly altruistic, and I've no doubt you have a level of quality you expect, what with your personal arrangements. Traumatic change is more bearable when we have other familiarities, isn't that right?

Now. How can you help me?

[hotwater]

[ she doesn't answer right away. not because she isn't sure that she can be helpful in some way-- but because she wants to consider the value of what's being offered to her.

well. survival first. ]

I was-- am an executive at a billion-dollar corporation. I work in logistics. I have a lot of skills.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Perhaps you would be suited to a business here, then? There are two I'm familiar with, who are at the very least multi-million corporations and maintained by imPort CEOs.

[hotwater]

I see.

[ a beat. ]

And helping them somehow helps you?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Norman Osborn is my boss. Tony Stark is a potential investor.

So, yes, quite transparently. My angle is yours for perusal.

[hotwater]

[ a beat. then, a bit assertively: ]

Well, I'm the best. Get one of them to hire me.

[slightlyoffchilt]

And while I'll reap some benefit by acting the role of arbiter, what else is my incentive? From you, specifically?

[hotwater]

[ a hint of anxious impatience again: ]

You have to tell me what you want. I told you. I have a lot of skills. [ a beat. ] Or I'll owe you. A favor.

[slightlyoffchilt]

[He leaned back, enjoying this moment.

The power of choice.]

You can owe me a favor, yes. I rather like the idea, actually. Who knows when I might need -- [A beat.] A favor.

[hotwater]

Fine. That's-- fine. Just. Keep your end of the deal, and I'll keep mine.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Perhaps we ought to formally exchange names? I wouldn't want to be rude.

[It's nicer to have it given, rather than taken from the communicator.]

[hotwater]

[ there's a weighty pause. then: ]

It's Lydia. My name is Lydia Rodarte-Quayle.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Doctor Frederick Chilton. A pleasure.

[hotwater]

Yes, I'm sure. [ another, slighter pause. ] Do we have an arrangement then, Dr. Chilton?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Rest assured, Ms. Rodarte-Quayle, we have an apt arrangement.

[hotwater]

[ a slightly wavering exhale. ]

Good.