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

[gevurah]

[ "Sometimes you can see the beauty in it."

The words that had left Renee's mouth then sometimes haunts her. That book called for her death and it led to her sister's. ]

The Crime Bible.

[gevurah]

[ She's growing tired of this conversation, too worked up about Nill's whereabouts and other people cares about who may or may not be here. Her feet stop and she turns, frowning hard at Renee. ]

That book was calling for my death and you were going down a dark path. You wanted the book and I wanted to destroy it.

[ But it had been about much more; Kate feeling locked out of a decision that should have been hers, too. That entire cult circling her life and Renee claiming she was only doing everything she could for Kate's safe. To save her.

She lets that hang in the air before she sighs. ]

I left. I left, okay?

[gevurah]

[ She hangs back for a moment, staring at Renee's back. How many times has she looked upon her back as she walked away from her?

She sighs and picks up the pace. ]

It was a long time ago now, Renee.

[gevurah]

Renee.

[ Kate finally matches Renee's pace, extending a hand toward the other's shoulder. ]

Renee.

[ She warned her: there is no taking this back. ]

[gevurah]

No, you're not.

[ Her frown begins to ease away, sympathy creeping into her features, but her tone is firm. ]

It's a lot to take in, Renee, I know.

[gevurah]

[ Guilt sinks down into her shoulders, a tightness in her chest now.

Renee wanted this, but it's difficult for Kate to feel good about any of it.

She says nothing more. She doesn't want to argue right now of all times. Focus on Nill and the dog, then they can come back to their future. Renee's future. ]

[gevurah]

[ Her frown deepens. The knowledge that the military and now the government has information about her and her secrets is not one she welcomes with open arms. ]

Yeah.

Did you? I wonder where they got it.

[gevurah]

Residence nine.

[ She shakes her head, not knowing where Renee is going with this. ]

Why?

[gevurah]

Probably.

[ The sunlight reflects off the hood of parked hover cars, jabbing her in the eye. She squints, raising a hand to shade her face from both reflective light and the sun's rays. ]

Easier to keep an eye on everyone if they're corralled together.

[gevurah]

[ Kate nods her head. ]

Alright, let's go.

[gevurah]

ImPort Military Adviser.

[ Isn't that oddly perfect. ]