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

Rorschach / Watchmen

[whisperno]

[He's managed to get a hold of a spare communicator somehow?! Either way, the name on the network reads Beware scum | Rorschach What a pleasant person, clearly

A video of an inkblot stained masked appears, presumably being worn by a man. His voice is gravelly, and threatening.]

Depraved filth. No matter where. No matter what universe. Always the same. Always sickening.

Watch out, filth. Lock your doors at night. Bar your windows. Try to feel safe.

It won't help.

*-*

[retropolis]

[ Good first impressions really aren't your thing, huh Rorschach. Nelson recognizes him, at least. ]

Um-- good, that's the spirit! [ Sorta. ] Although you may want to save any extremes for, uh, later. I'd recommend?

screams into fists

[fronttowardenemy]

Death won't help either.

They come back.

[comicbookvillain]

[at least the network knows whats up i guess]

Apparently the Porter decided she needed you among our ranks.

lydia rodarte-quayle (breaking bad) - video

[hotwater]

I need-- I-I need to--

[ the woman on camera has on perfect red lipstick. her hair is pulled back neatly from her face. if it wasn't for the fact that she's clearly counting out deep breaths and teetering on the edge of a nervous breakdown, she might seem like a very put-together sort. ]

Who is in charge here? I want-- I need to speak with whoever's in charge.

[slightlyoffchilt]

I am Chief of Staff.

[That's in charge, right???]

[hotwater]

Chief of Staff where, exactly? I-- Nevermind. [ a purposeful exhale. ] Just. I need to be sent back. Home, I mean. As soon as possible. Preferably.

[enabeled]

That depends. In charge of what?

[ His tone is incredibly calm, in contrast. ]

You know, you seem a little upset.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Of the Norman Osborn Hospital of Psychiatric Evaluation. Though, I'm afraid I don't have the authority to send you back home.

[Wow those two different ideas, juxtaposed. Way to go Chilton, making everyone think they're crazy.]

[hotwater]

In charge of-- of this. I mean, obviously.

[ a surge of impatience. but then, she seems to collect herself a little bit, going on in a slightly more controlled tone: ]

I think being upset is a reasonable response at this point. This-- These are fairly upsetting circumstances.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Is this conversation meant for someone in particular? Because it's out where everyone can see it.

[hotwater]

Yes, I see. [ her voice is brisk, with an edge of anxiety. ] Well, I'm not precisely seeking psychiatric help at the moment, so I don't think we'll be of any particular use to each other.

[slightlyoffchilt]

I often hear that, I assure you. But then we end up working together anyway. [A light chuckle, as if by chuckling lightly he can convince her that it's actually a funny joke.]

Where are you from, if I may? I was stolen from Baltimore.

[hotwater]

Houston. [ a beat. ] Not, of course, that I see the relevance of that. You did just admit that you can't help me.

[enabeled]

Oh, yes. Obviously.

[ Calm and dry as ever; maybe even almost relaxed. ]

Well, I don't think the Mayor will be able to help you. Maybe a xanax in the meantime?

[whisperno]

[The only indication that Rorschach recognises Captain Metropolis is a headtilt and a pause before he replies.]

Now. Later. What's the difference? They'll get what's coming to them.

[whisperno]

Wasn't saying hello. Pleasantries. [He makes a disparaging sound.] Useless.

[slightlyoffchilt]

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

[whisperno]

Explain.

[whisperno]

Was she wrong? This City stinks.

[whisperno]

Good. Everyone should see it. Scum like you will laugh and feel safe. You're still ignorant.

[hotwater]

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

[hotwater]

[ curtly: ]

No. Thank you. I don't think that'll be especially helpful.

[slightlyoffchilt]

That is so.



Rude.

[slightlyoffchilt]

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