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TEST DRIVE MEME #1

JANUARY TEST DRIVE





1: SPRAWLING WASTELAND, GLOWING IN THE DARK
No sunlight reaches the Underground, but there is rain: grey, oily droplets that slowly trickle down from the city above, seeping through layers of concrete until they drip from broken light fixtures onto the aptly named black markets below. The glow of neon signs keeps the shadows at bay, just barely. What was once a system of utility tunnels and basement bunkers is now a warren of tiny shops offering reprogrammed ID chips and back-alley cybernetic upgrades, where hitmen and slave traders operate with lawless impunity. But someone is always watching... the eyes of Yakashbah, graffitied in bioluminescent paint, stare unblinking from the walls.

People come to this place for only two reasons: they're either looking for something, or they're trying not to be found. Whatever your reason, the Underground welcomes you.
2: A MIND OF DARKNESS, A HEART OF LIGHT
Outside of manicured parks and glass-enclosed vertical farms, green space is rare in New Gate City, so the elites flaunt their wealth in private rooftop gardens. Fragrant, exotic flowers bloom amidst strings of lanterns, and real grass - an extravagant luxury - carpets the ground beneath partygoers' feet as they sip champagne and admire the dark cityscape below. Tonight, one of the Douman Zaibatsu's myriad charity organizations hosts its annual fundraising gala... but this year, the special guests attract even more attention than the celebrities and fashionistas in attendance. Representatives from the Neo Sapien Organization have been invited to speak on the topic of Human/Meta-human relations, and to raise money on behalf of job placement programs for impoverished Metas in the Last Ward. Of course, most within the Douman Zaibatsu would prefer that these "job placement programs" send Metas to the farms far outside New Gate City (or better yet, to the lunar strip mines), but at least for tonight, members of both factions hide behind false smiles and false words.
3: AS FEAR'S REPLICATING, YOUR WORDS RESONATING
Someone gasps, and everyone looks up. Arcadia's central shopping district goes silent, save for the distant sound of pop tunes played over tinny speakers, as a massive black banner unfurls down the side of a building. A crudely drawn eye fills the banner, bisected by a line of white paint... the unofficial symbol of the Meta rights movement. People start to whisper, and somewhere, there's a cheer. Police drones buzz through the air above.

Meta rights protests aren't uncommon in this part of New Gate City, even though they're soon dispersed by local security forces. This banner, too, will be quickly taken down and destroyed, but the photos and videos of the event will be harder to suppress. Already, the bystanders are murmuring to each other, some in support and some in fear. Others keep their heads down, wary of expressing their true feelings about the rising numbers of Meta-humans. And as security forces move to block off the area, others are frantically trying to disappear.
4: A NEW HOPE GLISTENS OFF THE STREETS
The blocks surrounding the Neo Sapien Organization's headquarters in the Middle Ward are like an oasis at the center of an otherwise inhospitable city. Old buildings have been renovated into bright and cheerful apartments that accommodate a variety of Meta-human physiologies, Meta schools and Meta-owned businesses are flourishing, and Meta-friendly shops and cafes line the streets.

The best coffee in the Middle Ward can be found at The Mean Bean, just across from the NSO building, where the shop's fire-breathing Meta owner personally roasts every batch. NSO employees and and other patrons of the popular cafe congregate to discuss local news and gossip: a proposed Meta registration and identification law, rumors of vigilante gangs near the border with the Last Ward, and rivalries between NSO university sports teams. Arguments occasionally grow heated (especially when it comes to sports), but overall the atmosphere is friendly and congenial.
5: WITHIN THE CHAOS, I KNOW I'M NOT ALONE
The Last Ward's electrical grid is reliably unreliable, but blackouts on this scale are rare. Half the ward has been dark for the past three days, save for a few emergency generators and dwindling battery backups. As winter winds batter old, drafty concrete apartment blocks, the residents grow restless and frustrated. Police have already put down several riots, but there's no stopping the spike in looting and other petty crimes.

In the Parish, many people have opted to barricade themselves inside their homes until the blackout ends, but others are taking advantage of the chaos. Most, though, have chosen to band together to protect each other throughout the long nights. The people of the Parish may not have much, but at least they have a sense of community.
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[personal profile] buttwarmed 2019-12-31 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
[1]

[Here's one of your semi-regulars. Yasaburo is a difficult customer, not in the sense of trying to rip him off or ask for freebies. He actually tips. He just wants something new and different every time. Nothing addictive. Doesn't have to be a pleasant high. Could send you on a nightmare trip to hell, for all he cares. Just give him something to escape boredom with.

He shakes the rain of the over-city off and flashes that boyish grin. You could swear you smell canid.]


Hi again. I'll take the usual.

[What an awful joke.]
constructadditionalheroes: (That's the tea)

[personal profile] constructadditionalheroes 2019-12-31 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
2. The world could always use more heroes

Tracer felt awkward wearing a fancy dress. She liked feeling pretty as much as anyone, but until recently she had gone to most formal events in a military uniform. Still, she had to make a good impression here, so she plastered the most sincere looking polite smile she could manage on her face while talking to people who probably wouldn’t hesitate to sign the law that made her no longer legally a human being.

At this exact moment, she was addressing a small group of relatively minor businessmen and politicians (and really, was there much of a difference these days?) as she explained her general views while swirling around a champagne glass full of sparkling water. She wanted to keep her wits about her, and alcohol seemed like a bad idea. “Sure, metahumans are getting a lot of attention these days, but I think that’s an opportunity! Whatever the reason the world is watching, if I can make a good impression, maybe I can inspire other people to step up and do the right thing just like I’m trying to do. We’re all living on the same planet, after all.”

3. Try again

Corporate security goons, in Lena’s experience, generally aren’t too picky about who they grab. So when she saw the giant banner she immediately switched to trying to shoo away as many people as she could before they cordoned off the area. She couldn’t just stand by and watch innocent people get rounded up.

She did a pretty good job, too, but not good enough. She managed to direct a goodly portion of the crowd away before they showed up. Unfortunately, when they DID show up, she found herself still within their search area. Faceless men and women emblazoned with Douman Zaibatsu logos and guns started none-to-gently trying to shepherd her away for questioning. She stood out, after all, with the bulky harness around her chest that glowed faintly blue.

No, Lena decided. She wasn’t going to put up with this. There was a flicker of movement, a flash of blue light, and she was gone. Just as you, safely outside the security cordon, might have started to wonder where she went, she quietly appeared right next to you. “That was close! They probably wouldn’t have been very polite at all, would they?”

Wildcard

Or just do some other thing, I guess? I’m easy, I’ll roll with it.
Edited 2019-12-31 00:02 (UTC)
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[personal profile] theghostbird 2019-12-31 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
[2]

Lena actually already had an invitation. The gardens were her creation, after all.

Keeping the hardiest plants alive in the consistently corrosive atmosphere of New Gate City is a herculean task, nevermind delicate ornamentals, nevermind planting within them an entire miniature ecosystem of little sparkling butterflies and beetles. These animals correspond to no known natural species or trademarked ornamental gene-spliced variety. But they sure are pretty, and docile enough to be picked up, tho they won't try to fly around your face or into your drink. Maybe there's symbolism here: wild, annoying things can be useful, even beautiful, when tamed, and so can the metas.

She picks up something with the long thorax of a dragonfly but the scaled-bright wings of a butterfly up on the end of her finger. They look at each other and it's as if something passes between them. Then she blows and it haltingly flies off. She sighs and turns back, reminding herself that her job depends on socializing here.

Naturally she literally bumps into someone in the middle of that turn, eyes on literally anywhere but where she's going. That's you.

[5-A]

With the power out, the robots that hunt pests in the city are nonfunctional. Populations of rats, pigeons and other, more exotic and/or mutated pests have surged. Colorful little omnivorous flying squirrels (?) flit from building to building, snatching up crumbs and taking nips out of the unwary. Reptiles look up with primitive mouths from the sewers, proving every urban legend about flushed turtles and baby crocodiles right.

As biological life thrives, robotic life becomes increasingly desperate: swarms of miniature robots fight for space and power at the streetlights. And wherever these things happen, Lena can be seen with her minicom recording it or trying to get samples, blind to anything else.

[5-B]

And yes, with all this wildlife out, Lena's taken the opportunity to avail herself. Currently she's roasting a sewer caiman on a spit in some urban ruins, around a fire made from god-knows-what. She touches it with a fingertip, quickly withdrawn. Still not done yet.
Edited 2019-12-31 09:53 (UTC)
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[personal profile] fonewearl 2019-12-31 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Open use of powers is always a risk. A small, harmless use, however, is thought to be a little bit less of one, especially when it's done in such a place and in such a way that it would be difficult to be noticed by anyone that was not intended to see it.]

Yeah, probably. Do enough to keep things mostly still and that should be good, I think? [The wrist and the fingers both; give them some rigidity so the impact would actually do something, but not so much that the rocket fist risks damage that way too.]

Though uh, if you go and shoot that thing off and punch a guy from fifty feet away or whatever, are you planning on there being some way to make it come back or do you have to go chasing after it?
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[personal profile] rulerblade 2019-12-31 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, Tooi knows how bad of a joke it is. It's one he is very tired of. And yet, he still lets Yasaburo buy from him every time. He is the fool, it is him.]

What's even today's "usual"?

[He asks, but he's reaching into the crummy backpack that serves as his "stock room" for a vial of something purple and viscous. It's a new acquisition, and he's seen it in action - it will make you see the cosmos. At least, the guy who took it claimed he could see the cosmos.]
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[personal profile] burndownforwhat 2019-12-31 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ at least in a world of hard-light constructs, neon, and holograms, Mirys can get away with more under the guise of "aesthetics". Yang finds it hard to make excuses for catching things on fire with a snap of her fingers. ]

...huh! [ she jerks her hand back and the joints shift everything back into their proper place instantly, like a puppet's strings drawn taut. ] I didn't think about the distance.

[ Yang stares at her hand a moment, flexing the fingers, then makes a universal thinking gesture with her fingers against her chin. ] A rope would just burn up. Chain would be too heavy. Plus, where would I put it...?
sea_salty: (panicking)

3.

[personal profile] sea_salty 2019-12-31 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
Well congratulations, Lena only went and scared the life out of an unfortunate girl who wanted nothing more than to get out of the area. So yeah, as Lena appears and suddenly speaks, Lapis emits a startled little shriek.

"What are you doing!?" Lapis demanded, looking ready to bolt.
fonewearl: (quiet)

[personal profile] fonewearl 2019-12-31 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
A thinner chain wouldn't have the whole weight problem going on, but then there's the question of if it'd end up breaking from the strain, or if it'd melt when it gets too hot. We'd probably wanna see what kinds of materials would or wouldn't work for that.

Fuck if I'd know where to put it, though. [Wouldn't want it on the outside since that would make it risky since it could get snagged on something or grabbed by someone or whatever. But, maybe...] Maybe figure out some way to keep it inside? Might have to reorganize some of the internals to make room, but it's an idea, at least.

[And then there'd be the need to work out some way to retract the rope, or chain, or whatever it ultimately ends up being, in order to bring the fist back. However they each look at this, there's going to be some challenge or another, and that's if Yang decides to actually go and make the thing.]
constructadditionalheroes: (Oh didn't see you)

[personal profile] constructadditionalheroes 2019-12-31 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
Lena flinched at Lapis’ little shriek. “Sorry, sorry. I just want to avoid ending up in a shady holding cell without a representative. Are you alright?”
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[personal profile] sea_salty 2019-12-31 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Aside from being scared half to death and really needing to make myself scarce, I'm fine!"

Lapis wouldn't wish that fate on anyone, especially since she's been through all that herself...
constructadditionalheroes: (That's got a nice ring to it)

[personal profile] constructadditionalheroes 2019-12-31 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
She spent a moment to look at the goons over there looking around in confusion, before turning away. “I think making ourselves scarce is a good idea. Let’s get out of here.”
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[personal profile] fibrillate 2019-12-31 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
Levi gives a weak smile. "Still need you to come in for graveyards, huh? When are they gonna get more people there?" And then shakes their head. It isn't important. Work only exists for however long people want to pay for it, and even if the NSO is better at it than most, they should probably both be grateful for the work they do have.

"Whatever. You know I love the taste of blue," they say dryly to the person who is definitely just a convenience store clerk and nothing else. Nobody could ever confuse Jess with Yeowoo, obviously, and nobody would ever dream to bring up the similarities. "I'm working on getting my Sombra game down, but if you wanted to do some League stuff then I could probably do some fine-tuning on my ADC." They shrug and lift their coffee up to their lips, then mutter out, "It's up to you," before drinking.
ayoungman: (i have never been so excited in my life!)

[personal profile] ayoungman 2019-12-31 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
3 - Another Day Another Mass Protest

[John had just been in the process of leaving with a few bags of groceries for home when the banners made their appearance. It was the usual routine really, finish school, grab a some things for dad before he came home from work, and maybe sneak an hour or two over at the arcade if he managed to b.s. through his homework fast enough.

But, it was almost on cue that the banners seemed to appear. Not that it was so on time that it was predictable for the authorities, but it was just common enough in this part of town that he knew what came next.
]

Aw man, there's no way I'm going to be able to get over there now...

[He visibly sulked, his arms full of bags slouching slightly as he sighed out in an almost comical fashion. He knew how restless the neighborhood got the moment anything by the MRM was brought up. Police were going to be all over the place and people were going to start acting up at any given moment.

Home it was then.
]

Oh! Uh, excuse me! Pardon me! Just your regular ol' jovial prankster making his was through with an almost ridiculous about of bags here! Uh! Oh heh, sorry sir! Didn't see you standing there-Gogh! Wait hold on!

[But it was too little too late. Upon trying to squirm past the crowd of gawkers did John end up stumbling over the foot of a particularly portly man only to lose grasp of one of his bags and send it flying--]

Agh, owww, man I'm sorry I- pft. Pffffffahahahahah oh wow! That's classic! No! I mean, I'm sorry right now but-- Wow. You look really stupid at the moment. Like there was a party and a special "lady" jumped out of a cake? Except it's not as nice and kind of gross cause she slipped and got covered in the actual cake itself? Except that classy lady is you and there are no lonely middle aged men around and just a single awkward teenager sitting on his ass waiting for the show to begin. Which sounds horrible now that I'm saying that out loud actually-- Um, did I mention that I'm sorry?

[He can't help but shrug awkwardly and give a doofy buck toothed smile, a slight bit of gooey white egg slime dripping down from his own hair and onto his glasses.

He really wasn't one to talk about looking stupid at the moment.
]

4. Just a Regular Grown Gentleman Ordering A Regular Ol' Cuppa Joe From The Establishment That Makes Drinks For Tired Adults Who Need It

[Okay, yeah, he knows. Thirteen year old kids should not be ordering red-eyes at the high end coffee shop where the Meta-Humans all hang out. But that is PRECISELY why there are no thirteen year old kids here!

Oh no! Only the classiest of adults come to places like this to order their espresso drinks filled with liquid fuel. After all, why would a kid even need that level of caffeine? Children are full of energy and youth and go to sleep early in order to wake up for school the next day. Not--you know-- staying up all night without rest getting into heated debates over how the second Ghost Busters movie is obviously an I respected cinimatic masterpiece of its time during an era where sequelizing and branding for merchandise initially became an overall commodity.

Also that Titanic scene was awesome.

No. What we had here was a bonafide adult with a suit and a most definitely real mustache that wasn't at all attached to the glasses that were obviously fake and sitting over his real glasses.
]

My name? Oh it's um... Zeus. Zeus Mell. Make sure to call it out nice and loud for me all right?

[Ah yes. This was truly a man of class. A true gentleman. A refined sir.]

Bonus Round- Choose Your Own Adventure!

((OOC: Up for some crazy antics with this nerd? Want to form a preemptive relationship with him within the world? Feel free to leave me a starter of your choosing here! Or feel free to send me a message or contact me at [plurk.com profile] ChoHakkaiFan and we can plot something out! I love any and all new ideas so don't be afraid to go as all out crazy as you'd like and we can see what happens!))
Edited 2019-12-31 01:59 (UTC)
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4-C and I, too, have no icons

[personal profile] rubricatus 2019-12-31 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ Magnus inclines his head, finding an angle that will compensate for his height and his missing eye. When someone is so enthusiastic about their craft, he finds it difficult not to mirror them, and he smiles as he studies the design proudly displayed on her tablet. He's no engineer, but he can get the gist of it — or, at least, the gist that it was designed with more thought to style than practicality.

That isn't a mark against her. Even he realizes that would be hypocritical of him. As if to voice its agreement with that unspoken thought, the stylish, impractically-custom-ordered cuff bracelet on his wrist clinks as he lifts a too-small-for-his-hands cup to his mouth. ]


It's ambitious, but I wouldn't expect anything less from you. [ He isn't as close to Yang as he has been to some students, but he has a fondness for anyone who makes the effort to learn whatever it is they've set out to, and he hasn't known her to slack. ] Tell me, does it do what it sounds like it does, or is the name more metaphorical?
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jet star | the true lives of the fabulous killjoys

[personal profile] trafficreport 2019-12-31 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
i. i always knew privatizing security was a bad idea
[It's best to be a fast runner, living down here.]

[Jet catches the edge of a hotel with one hand, rounds the corner without sacrifice of momentum, and tears down a narrow strip of walkway carved out between two dilapidated buildings that both look to be in dire need of repair. The clatter of footsteps behind him are a sore indication that he's still being followed.]

[There's no telling what cops around here want him for. Whether they're genuinely interested in upholding the law or safely in the pockets of some local crimelord who wants their hands on him, Jet doesn't care much to find out. He's yet to run into any form of law enforcement he trusts.]

[One of the buildings has a door open. He ducks into it, presses himself against the wall just behind it, and waits for the tattoo of passing footsteps to fade.]

[His hand falls to the gun at his hip. His breath is low and sharp, his eyes watchful. He leans forward slightly - and then promptly flattens himself against the wall when another contingent of the Last Ward's police flurries past.]

[He slides down slowly as his heartbeat starts to slow. Hopefully he hasn't just trespassed on someone's hiding place, because it's likely that he'll be here for a while. If he hears anyone approaching, he'll be quick to draw his weapon and point it in your direction. He's a little wary from being chased, is the thing.]


Show yourself. [But his tone is nonetheless quite calm.]

v. pg&e power outage...............2!
cw: police violence
[With how people are reacting to a blackout, you'd think the world had ended.]

[The unrest in the streets makes a decent smokescreen to make a little more headway in certain areas that aren't always easy to access. The police are stretched thinner with all the riots, but that doesn't mean Jet isn't still on guard. If you catch him at the right angle, you might glimpse a distinctive, cybernetic glow issuing from his right eye. Turns out that he doesn't need a light when one of his eyes can ignite the way for him.]

[He's mostly keeping to himself. He works best in a group, but for whatever reason, that's not in the cards right now. He needs to take advantage of this while he has the time.]

[His toes are going more than slightly numb. He doesn't have the best protection against the weather.]

[Nonetheless, Jet weaves throughout the streets with the practiced ease of someone who's lived in this area for a good, long while. He ducks underneath a buzzing neon sign and starts moving for the nearest scrapyard.]

[He doesn't get far. Even under cover of darkness, the police forces here don't need much incentive to tail him. He's gotten on the wrong side of the law a little too many times for them to feel like they need an excuse to kick his knee out from under him and start laying into him.]

[Jet is completely wordless when one of them drives a boot into his ribs and doubles him over. Several times he tries to make a break for it, but he's outnumbered. Badly. It's five to one, half the ward is blacked out for most of the foreseeable future, and he has no backup.]

[If he's lucky, they won't feel up to killing him. That would be nice.]

wildcard, etc.
[ you can tap my au workshop top-level for a better idea of what you'd be dealing with! let me know if there's anything in particular you wanna do ]
rulerblade: (HE HAS A GUN)

4 - john no why

[personal profile] rulerblade 2019-12-31 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
[...

Oh God.

Why. Why on the day Tooi decides to clean up and slip into the Middle Ward for a cup of tea did someone try to come in here in a very obvious getup. What is this kid's deal, he can't be much older than Tooi himself if he thinks a beaglepuss and a suit aren't going to arouse suspicion.]


...This is the dumbest thing I've ever seen.

[He says it to himself, but also coincidentally just loud enough for John to overhear and notice he's being openly stared at by a tired 14yr old in a black hoodie and jeans.]
ayoungman: (A Young Man Stands In His Bedroom)

3! AKA Lapis is forever plagued to be followed around by peppy well-meaning preteen boys.

[personal profile] ayoungman 2019-12-31 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
"And I'm not one for mysterious people who probably have broody backstories and nothing to lose, but you see I kind of have this paper due tomorrow that I still have to work on and there are no other seats so... You mind if I sit here?" The young man stood there with a drink in one hand and an arm-bag full of books in the other. He was obviously a student from around the area, and despite the bite in his words, his expression seemed more confused than anything else. After all, weren't cafe's a place for people to socialize and shmooze and work on things while they enjoy their bitter fuel? Why else would anyone show up to a place like this?

"Look, I'll do my best to not bother, whatever super weird suspicious thing it is you're doing all by yourself, okay? I mean, as long as you're not here to cause some trouble. Cause if that's the case I'll happily go maybe sit outside at the park or something.

This place just has better wi-fi."
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[personal profile] buttwarmed 2019-12-31 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Tooi is lucky that Yasaburo's money is always the real thing. He makes enough doing very low level scams. He leans in (and down, there's a height difference) to examine it closely.]

Looks like something that came out of a huge bug.

[That's not said with any kind of disgust tho.]

What's it do?
ayoungman: (you got it right!)

Hey hey hey, this entire set up is pure comedy GOLD ok?

[personal profile] ayoungman 2019-12-31 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
Oh? Did you have something to say young lad????

[That's the whole point! What more of a classic joke existed than a kid trying to buy something that an adult would normally get while disguised as one?

Initially, he was trying to go for the whole "three kids in a trenchcoat" idea, but none of what few friends he had were willing to humor it. But hey! Who doesn't like a classic set of beaglepuss glasses? And have you even heard the name he's going to make the barista call out? Why it's absolutely genius!
]

Do you need help with something?

[His voice is taking on the ridiculously forced tone of an older man. His mustache moving in a way mustaches most certainly don't do naturally with each muffled word that left his mouth.]
ahead_of_herself: (frustrated)

v.

[personal profile] ahead_of_herself 2019-12-31 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ numbers won't be an advantage for those officers for too long. the thing about them all crowding around one body like that is that it puts them in close proximity to each other. who knows what could happen when one misses a swing or a kick meant for Jet and instead takes it out on their partner.

something stalls the forward movement of one of those boots. maybe it was a rock. a crack in the pavement. something on the floor. it's impossible to see in this darkness, but it's there, and it's solid, and there was enough power behind the kick that the resulting momentum topples them over -- to crash face-first with their counterpart directly across Jet's prone body. that's a pair of bloody noses. they stumble back flat onto their asses. ]


"What the fu--?" [ protests a third, before he is silenced by one of the others "accidentally" rearing back their arm and "accidentally" discharging their stun baton right into their shoulder. that seems to be a shock for both of them - but obviously more literally for the unfortunate sap who falls away, a shuddering mess until unconsciousness claims him too.

that just leaves the poor sap who just zapped his buddy and the fifth cop, gawking, panicking, reaching for his sidearm. it won't budge from his holster, though, and when he hunches over with both hands on it to try and yank it free it puts his head at the perfect level to eat the boot of Mr. Stun Gun as he slips on who-knows-what and just about cracks his skull open against the alleyway wall.

it all happens so fast. like someone toppling a short row of dominoes or a stack of cards. they're not all K.O.'d but they'd certainly not be moving anywhere for a bit.

hopefully Jet can, though. because the only way the shadows call out to bid him deeper inside is with a flash of a digital display set behind a darkened visor. two bright white words that briefly illuminate the silhouette of a familiar yellow helmet. ]


GET UP
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[personal profile] jediparkour 2019-12-31 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
1. SPRAWLING WASTELAND
He might not stand out much from the crowd here, but Cal is as furtive-looking as they come. With the hood of his poncho pulled low to shield himself from the oily rain, it's a bit easier for Cal to hide his uneasiness with being in this part of the Underground. Necessity might've driven him here, but there were a lot of bad things going on in the dark that he wanted no part of. He hated it enough to wish that the police would finally decide to sweep through and arrest them all, but since when could they be counted on doing anything for the Last Ward?

Cal's carrying a worn-out looking bag on his hip, only partially concealed by his poncho, but it's still proof that he's carrying something valuable. It's only by sheer luck that he feels the sight tug of the blade that cuts the strap free, and in seconds the thief that slipped behind him has grabbed his bag and started to run for it.

"HEY!" Cal wastes little time in turning on his heel and booking it after the thief. "Give that back!" It's not long before the thief makes for a darkened alley that could conceal any number of dangers, but Cal isn't slowing, either undaunted by what's ahead or oblivious to it.

3. AS FEAR'S REPLICATING
Cal doesn't come here often, but as things go, he's one of those Parish youths that likes to escape to somewhere a little cleaner on occasion. That, and he's finally got enough extra money to indulge himself in getting a holovid or two of his favorite bands. If he looks a little dirtier and unkempt than most of Arcadia's usual crowd, well, it wasn't like he was planning on going to a party.

He's one of the bystanders nearby when the black banner falls, leaving Cal staring up at the eye symbol painted onto it, for the moment conscious of little else but the sound of his pulse pounding in his ears. The Yakashbah symbol wasn't so uncommon a sight where he lived, but the unique danger of being caught in the Middle Ward during a protest made him freeze up all the same. It's seeing one of the circling police drones that snaps Cal out of it, instinct yelling at him to get out while he still could.

Cal starts pushing through the crowd with quick apologies, "Sorry! Coming through!" There's too many people here to start running, but with his increasing panic, it'd be hard to mistake him for someone that's just in a hurry. He reaches the sidewalk only to be met with the sight of the security forces making a perimeter, forcing Cal to turn around and go in the opposite direction. He's beelining for an alley that promises a quick way out, assuming you're not blocking the way, whether well-meaning or not.

5. WITHIN THE CHAOS
This blackout was one of the worst things that's happened since Cal started living in the Last Ward, and considering the usual crime rate, that was saying something. It's hard to navigate in the darkness between the places lucky enough to have a generator, making it a gamble to figure out if the lights shining ahead of you were pedestrians, the police, or a roving gang looking to make a profit off of other people's misery.

Not many people were on the streets if they could help it, but Cal wasn't the type to hide away like that. Instead, he's spending his free time walking between the residential buildings himself, armed with a flashlight and a smaller hand-held light that wasn't as easy to see from a distance. He's familiar enough with the ward now that roaming around in the dark doesn't daunt him, and this way he can help his neighbors get home safely. It doesn't matter if you're a face he recognizes or not; if you got stuck in the Parish, Cal's here to help light the way.

A. WILDCARD
rulerblade: (This is...)

[personal profile] rulerblade 2019-12-31 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
Can't confirm or deny if it did.

[He'll hold it out so the weak candlelight catches the hue of the contents.]

Takes you on a space trip for a while. You'll want to stretch it out though - I only saw a guy take maybe a thumbnail's amount in one shot.
rulerblade: (Its coming from here...)

shakes head solemnly

[personal profile] rulerblade 2019-12-31 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Again: this is the dumbest thing he's ever seen.]

Maybe getting something stronger than green tea, that's for sure.

[Does he need that to actually fall for John's disguise or to have it in him to humor it? Yes.]
Edited 2019-12-31 04:51 (UTC)
trafficreport: (★ it's impossible for a horse to die)

[personal profile] trafficreport 2019-12-31 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
[He's lucky. It gets to be apparent that one of these "police" aren't as on the force as they might otherwise believe. He's down and he's not as alone as he might have thought, but that's no excuse to lie around and wait for things to worsen.]

[He's already rolling to his feet. Something in his middle feels like it might have given in. His breathing is uneven, verging closer to a wheeze.]


Thanks. [The word is nearly inaudible.] How'd y'know I had guests?
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2C

[personal profile] fibrillate 2019-12-31 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Levi also finds themself in a suit, and it's because they aren't expecting a suit that their hand stops in the middle of reaching out to greet this other person with a friendly tap on the shoulder. because... she turns around, and it's Yang. and Levi's face falters.]

Oh... I didn't know you'd be here. [they try to smile, but it's definitely too late. they aren't angry, they're just... surprised. and it's already too late to cloud out the lenses of their glasses, so they're just going to have to do this.] You look good in a suit.

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