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maskormenacelogs2014-01-15 06:03 pm
maskormods) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-01-15 06:03 pm
Entry tags:
- !event log,
- danger | n/a,
- mackenzie "kenzi" malikov | n/a,
- ruka | n/a,
- † april ludgate | janet snakehole,
- † bane | bane,
- † edward nygma | the riddler,
- † eridan ampora | prince of hope,
- † felicia hardy | the black cat,
- † frank castle | the punisher,
- † frederick chilton | chief of staff!!,
- † gilbert nightray | n/a,
- † karen starr | power girl,
- † karkat vantas | knight of blood,
- † kate kane | batwoman,
- † kirei kotomine | the overseer,
- † lillian crawley-jeffries | diamond lil,
- † mitchell hundred | the great machine,
- † n/a | hooded justice,
- † norman osborn | the green goblin,
- † peter parker | spider-man,
- † renee montoya | n/a,
- † rick bradbury | n/a,
- † rin tohsaka | n/a,
- † rose lalonde | seer of light,
- † troy barnes | childish tycoon,
- † yako katsuragi | miss detective
Everybody wants to rule the world
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.
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:
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.
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He glanced between the friendly natives and his former assistant, suddenly far more suspicious of April's antics than whatever Nixonian tinkering their governmental hosts might be up to. After all -- April was far more motivated than most congressional bodies.
The comparison caused a dour sneer on the man's face.
"Toodles," he said as they departed from their kindly hosts, his eyes rolling somewhat.
"Not even a day, and already causing heartbreak? Or would this better classified as heartburn?" Eddie's tone took an unintended paternal roll. "Really, April, you've survived the whole past week only to play risk here? Now?"
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The accent was gone the second the stepped past the locals, as were the straight spine and squared shoulders. It was back to slumped at her desk and waiting for the day it would all end April. That was, possibly, standing slightly closer to Eddie than normal. Because without dramatics, he was the next best shield against this reality she currently had.
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"Board games, for the bored? We all got the tattoo, April, and it's all the more reason to keep one's head down."
Sensing her atomically closer motion, he gave a gentle squeeze to her shoulder, the kneejerk tension abating. He couldn't plausibly deny the appeal of courting danger to stave off boredom.
"They call it down time, but there's nothing relaxing about the hours between now and eight this evening. There's plenty to investigate, if you're so keen for stimulation."
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Even if she was supposed to be a...something else, now. She hadn't even read the file, to be honest. Just looked at it for a moment as the words all blurred together, then moved on.
After the shoulder squeeze, there wasn't that much room between them as they walked, some of the tension going as she stepped back into something familiar. Forget being in a new world, ignore the people. She was working for the boss now.
"For your new PI. Thing."
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"They disagree with the PI thing," he said at last. "You've perused these folders, yes? Or -- " the absurdity of that statement matched to his audience hit. "You've at least glanced at them, haven't you? At yours?"
It wasn't phrased in a gentle way, but April's boss had never been a gentle man from the exterior. None of them were, really.
"It certainly sends a message."
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The joys of not technically answering a question. It was how she'd survived with Eddie so far, no reason to stop it just because they were in a whole new world. The whole impact of being assigned a job wasn't really a concern for her. Like anything, words coming down from on high were taken as more suggestions than anything to April.
"What. Did you get prostitute or something."
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"No, I did not get prostitute. I was a politician, not a--" Wait. "And before that I as a private detective, thank you very much." Perhaps a bit of a misstep, since he circled back to the topic he was trying to avoid: his declared, effortless new career was simply handed to him. But it wasn't anything he had prior literal experience in.
"Logic professor." A beat followed, the phrase turning over his lips. Eddie had always carried a deeply seeded mistrust of those institutions claiming higher learning. "Assistant logic professor, that's what they insisted upon."
He glanced expectantly at his company.
"What about you?"
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"They put me in charge of the youth, too. RA. So they hate themselves and their young as much as we do, I guess. But it's not like we have to take it."
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It could prove opportunistic; from the preliminary research he had done concerning institutions of higher learning, he had determined them to function more politically than intellectually. After all, college was but a clever business maneuver, and thus depended upon apt salespeople -- much like local politics.
"I'd pity the children, but perhaps this could work efficiently for the two of us. What better place to pitch our own agendas?"
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And then she ended that sentence, remembering just the person she was talking to. April may just be attempting to keep her head above water, but that's why she was happier in supporting roles.
"Of course 'we' have an agenda. So long as I don't have to watch a power point lecture about it."
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The question was poised a bit coyly, a smattering of teasing smiles fluttering along his sharper words. The usual Eddie Nygma way of address his kindly audiences.
"I thought I was using more of a royal we. But by all means! Don't hold back on your brainstorming, do tell me of your hopes and dreams."
He assumed her angle would involve something akin to the dynasty she held over interns back at old City Hall.
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It's been too long a week for the perfect dead-pan, so an eye roll accompanies that. Hopes? Dreams? Talk about energy consuming.
"And to still be alive tomorrow- ngh. Which might be harder here. Porter free. And everything."
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These were his concerns, anyway.
"Do you miss her? Lachesis, I mean. She always reminded me of you."
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"It was nice to have a god that picked up the phone. Now all we've got are people. And I hate those."
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Even in small interpersonal moments, like this one.
"A healthy dislike of your peers never harmed better prospects, however."