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

[waiting]

[ He shakes his head. ]

You got separated?

[ Then again, he and Mitch had been practically hip to hip when they came over, and that hadn't been any guarantee. ]

Have you tried contacting her? [ He fumbles in a pocket to produce the new and unfamiliar communicator. ]

If she's here, she might've gotten one of these, too.

[ One last parting gift from Lachesis? He's not sure what it means. Porting into another world never meant getting different communicators before, but... ]

[gevurah]

No.

[ She sobers up, as is realizing how stupid she's been and digs around for her own brand new communicator. ]

Jesus...

[ Her usual calm demeanor has been thrown aside entering this world. Her head swimming with too many questions. ]

[waiting]

[ In the time he's known her -- not very long, comparatively, but in a place with a turnover rate as sharp as the City's, it's longer than most -- Bradbury doesn't think he's ever seen Kate rattled this badly. He's not really sure what to say, since he's not exactly the best at comfort, but Kate seems like she needs a few.

He nods to the side of the road, indicating they should step out of the way of people passing by, even if it's not that crowded at the moment -- it's more for the mental ease of something like privacy than anything else. ]

You want a minute to try and get ahold of her? I can wait.

[gevurah]

[ She takes a deep breath and fiddles with the new communicator. It isn't long before she's figured out the basic functions and is tapping away at the keyboard, relaying a message to Nill. ]

Convenient, isn't it?

[ After she's done, she gestures to their new communicators. ]

[waiting]

Almost too convenient. [ He shrugs, shaking his head. ]

But I'm not gonna complain about anything that makes it easier to stay in touch.

[ He looks troubled, too, but he does have the reassurance of Mitch being in one piece to calm him. It's just the rest he's worried about. ]

Kind of makes it seem like we're in it for the long haul though, doesn't it?

[gevurah]

[ Kate shakes her head, an unsettling sensation running down her spine as she thinks about the prospect. Sure, as they narrowly escaped death and a city falling to pieces, it seems as if going back to that world is a pipe dream.

But without knowing if that world has been put back together by Lachesis or something else, she can't be certain it's completely gone. ]

I don't know.

[waiting]

Eh. Probably better not to worry about it unless it comes up.

[ He frowns, glancing to the side. ]

Have you seen the signs?

[ He gestures to one of the storefronts proudly displaying IMP♥RTS WELCOME. ]

Seems like they were expecting us.

[gevurah]

[ She follows his gesture, focusing on the sign for few seconds before she turns her gaze back on Bradbury. She's not certain whether she should feel comfortable or on edge. She opts to remain vigilant. ]

Like celebrities.

[waiting]

[ Bradbury grimaces, clearly sharing the sentiment. ]

Never really saw the appeal, honestly. It's a better reception than the one we got on New Vesuvius, but...

[ But that's not a guarantee of anything, and the whole situation just doesn't sit right. ]

[gevurah]

Hopefully it's not a repeat of that.

[ Where they get turned into entertainment to be consumed so quickly. ]

[waiting]

I sure as hell hope it won't be. [ It's too early to tell, though... not that he shares that thought. It's grim enough contemplating it. ]

Any luck? [ He gestures at her communicator. ]

[gevurah]

Not yet.

[ She grips the communicator, maybe too hard. She stares at it for several seconds before peering back at Bradbury, shaking her head. ]

I'm going to look around the way we came. She's not hard to miss.