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

[topslug]

[ At the sound of her name, she's distracted from her musing on food, but what starts out as relief on her expression becomes nothing short of horror when she actually sees what Gil looks like. ]

Mister Gilbert! You look horrible! [ Wait, that probably wasn't the best opener, but though she brings her hand up to her mouth, it's too late to take the words back. Still, she's quick to come closer. ]

[corviform]

[ Although it's true, his shoulders rise and some colour returns to his face as he yells: ]

Don't start conversations with the obvious!

[ His shoulders settle back into place and he huffs, needing a moment to cool himself after his own outburst. ]

Ugh...

[topslug]

[ She rubs at her cheek sheepishly, where there's still a bit of dirt that won't come off -- but if Gilbert has the energy to get irate, he can't be that badly off, and the smile she gives him is warm and genuine. ]

I'm sorry, I was just so surprised... I'm glad to see you here. I wasn't sure if you'd made it over.

[corviform]

[ He grimaces before adopting a more apologetic expression. ]

Sorry... It's been a long day.

[ He breathes a relieved sigh. ]

I'm glad you're alright, too.

[topslug]

It's fine. I think everyone who made it here can say the same...

[ There's a bench on the sidewalk nearby, but she also eyes the cafe consideringly. ]

Would you like to sit down? Or get something to eat? [ He looks like he could use some unwinding, though she knows there's not much chance of that given the state things are in. Come to think of it, she doesn't even think she has any money, so that might have to wait. ]

[corviform]

No, it's alright... rather, I can't. I'm looking for Sharon.

[ He finds it difficult to sit down and unwind when he's separated from Sharon and he hasn't the faintest idea if she's alright or not. ]

[topslug]

You were separated? [ Her face is all concern, naturally, but it's not really surprising given the circumstances they've found themselves under. In fact, maybe it's just to be expected... ]

I can help you look for her, if you'd like. She would be rather hard to miss, wouldn't she? [ Given what she's seen of Lady Rainsworth, she imagines she'd stick out like a sore thumb. ]

[corviform]

You needn't waste your energy, Miss Yako. I can manage on my own.

[ He thinks... he's not familiar with this land at all, which obviously puts him at a greater disadvantage.

He does nod, however. ]

She must be somewhere. We made it through that door together, I'm sure of it.

[topslug]

It's fine. It's not as though I'm doing anything else at the moment.

[ She smiles, a little wryly, indicating the area around them. The only other thing she could be doing is eat, which is her usual solution to most problems... not that she thinks it will help Gilbert. At the moment, he seems like food would be more likely to make him throw up. ]

This place doesn't seem as big as the City. If she arrived with the rest of us, she can't have gone far. [ And a thought occurs to her. ] There isn't any chance you could use Raven to find her, is there?

[corviform]

Raven's power doesn't work like that. Teleportation yes... but homing in on Sharon isn't in its power. I also can't summon it in such a crowded place.

[ But the idea of using a chain jog his memory: Sharon had constantly kept Eques in his shadow back in the City. If it's still attached, perhaps she's on her way to find him.

He glances down at the sidewalk, at his long shadow, and frowns. He can't tell unless she contacts him. ]

Where could she be in a place like this?