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]

Too many to type. Where are you?

[firstinstinct]

5th & Main.

OMW 7th.

[secondguess]

I'll call a cab. See you soon.

[firstinstinct]

Good, Watson. I will be there in five minutes, hurry up.

[ ANd that is walking slow for him. He is giving her time. ]

[secondguess]

I'll get there when I get there.

[ god how is she supposed to predict cab and traffic patterns in surreal new york?? sherlock ]

[firstinstinct]

And in that time any number of things could happen. You must be prompt, or if walking is faster, you should walk.

[secondguess]

[ walking
hah
no sorry sherlock it is twelve and a half minutes later that a zippy little cab rolls up to the corner, squeaking a little on the brakes, and an only-slightly frazzled woman climbing out.

things had better not be on fire or dead sherlock stg ]

[firstinstinct]

[ He's pacing, pacing, but there is thankfully nothing on fire.

Actually, he's pacing with coffee in his hands, and as soon as she's out he's handing one to her like it's normal and that he expects her to like it.

Then again, Sherlock knows how she likes her coffee. ]

[secondguess]

[ She takes it with only the briefest of looks—one to the cup, one to his face, before turning to look at their surroundings. If his arrival was as he stated (five minutes), he'd have had a rough five to seven between when he reached the designated meeting point and when she did, and Joan is certain he would have been able to figure out just how long it would take to ride from the Brownstone's brownstoneless-location to this spot.

She does not see the coffee shop that matches these cups.

Ordering, paying, and retrieving would have taken at least three, if the place was deserted. Getting from an out-of-sight one to here would have been at least another thirty, sixty seconds.

Her tentative flash analysis: knowing how long it would take her cab to arrive, he stopped for coffee on the walk over, but did not collect anyone's phone numbers (or personal problems) (but possibly cell phone(s)). ]

Good morning to you, too.

[firstinstinct]

Good morning, Watson.

[ He's already pacing, as it's obvious by the way he starts to move. He's breathing in and out, heavy breaths, attempting to stimulate the brain into the quandry that was: alternate universes. ]

We hadn't gotten to this part yet, but have you read any Hawking? Witten? Anything about String-Theory? [ He waves a hand in that eclectic manner, the way that says that he's picking it up, and he hasn't dropped it, but he's not elaborating yet.

He's working through it. ]

The problem, of course, is that outside of the ludicrous displays in media, it's never been attempted, but here we are. This isn't New York, not really. [ He paused, just briefly. ] Did you know I can't go to London here? [ Not that he wanted to, but hey. It was the fact of the matter, like an insult. ]

JILL WHY

[secondguess]

String-theory, that's... [ They haven't gotten to this part yet, and she hasn't read either of them—the only Witten she knows is one of the writers on one of those medical dramas her old college friends used to put on in the lounge, and they'd take turns making fun of procedure errors—but she's heard of Hawking and String-Theory before. Who hasn't? ]

... The idea that particles are composed of one-dimensional "strings," but can exist in more dimensions than we can currently measure, right?

[ What a weird time (and topic) for a quiz... but aside from that— ]

Wait, wait a second, what do you mean you can't go to London? Is that gone, too? What is it called, The Town?

[firstinstinct]

Yes, exactly, Watson.

[ He paused, holding up his hand, gesturing wildly still, somehow not losing a drop of coffee, but then he took another drink, before starting back up. ]

No, because we're apparently illegal in London. [ A beat. ] Now, the problem is, unfortunately, I'm not sure how to solve the equation to leave.

[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!

[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.

[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.