Everybody wants to rule the world

[maskormods]

WHO: YOU.
WHERE: Downtown Cape Canaveral
WHEN: Wednesday January 15th, around 5 PM EST
WHAT: Willkommen, bienvenue, welcome.
WARNINGS: None anticipated; let us know if this should be edited.

Cape Canaveral. It's no longer the heat of the day and in January the temperatures will be livable; not too hot and not too cold, either. A pleasant change from the City, perhaps. The sun is on its way to setting but the last light of the day still fills the sky, bursting the city into color. The air smells like ocean.

The locals are friendly and smile and wave, looking on at you in awe. They'll approach if you ask for help, or a question, but they don't want to interfere, either; if you want to be left alone you probably will be. American flags can be seen in many windows and restaurants are rolling out their dinner menus. There's no parade, no big banners, but many storefronts have handmade signs and posters that read:

Welcome, imPorts! We love you!

The woman at the Porter told you what to expect: You know what your tattoo means, you've been given your file, and you know in a few hours they're going to be here to answer more of your questions and see if you'll stand with them or if you'll go off on your own. "It's your decision," one of them had said, but you were already told what you get if you agree and what you don't if you don't. After that's done, she told you, you'll be driven to your new homes.

In the meantime, enjoy the area, or try to. It may not be what you're used to, but after the apocalypse even Florida might seem like an improvement.

Comments

[viced]

Bradbury? Oh, he's...somewhere?

I saw him, just a little while ago. He's here, not too banged up, so I think we're alright.

[ Mitch was used to crises. He's seen too much to get too worked up, even if he desperately wanted to do nothing more than curl up and panic. But he couldn't. ]

So far, everyone I've found has been alright. You seen anyone injured? Or...you know, not doing too well?

[boobwindow]

Those I've seen are in one piece. [ Which is strange when she considers the metas that came after them, but she'll take it as a relief anyway. ] It really seems as if Lachesis came through for us there.

[ Which serves as another confusing fact. ]

[viced]

Yeah, she did. [ His voice turned sour, before he realized it, and he shook his head, grimacing. ]

Don't get me wrong, I'm thankful, but... I don't know, it just never seemed like her. Why does she even do it? Why would she even fucking care enough to bring us across the divide? I can't imagine it's easy.

[ He knew it wasn't easy. ]

[boobwindow]

She wanted us to be heroes.

[ She purses her lips. ]

Maybe there's still something we need to do and she can't have us dying on her.