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

[acrossyourpath]

[ She has to think about that. Sure, it seems like the smart thing to do... even if she hates the idea of being, somehow, marked, the idea of being stuck in a strange new universe without anything even briefly doesn't sound tempting just now. ]

I'm thinking about it. What else do we have to lose, right? [ It's a little dry. ] Doesn't sound like they're asking anything we wouldn't already be doing.

[glassbox]

At least for now.

[ she voices that addendum without really thinking about it, pausing when she's realized what she said. it's cynical, but not exactly unrealistic. she'd simply barreled through her doubts and made a decision -- though that might not be the best method for making important choices.

after a beat: ]

I guess it's better than nothin' right now, that's all.

[acrossyourpath]

[ Felicia nods her head, looking at the ground. It's dry beneath her bare, stocking-clad foot. Almost warm. She doesn't sound concerned, when she speaks again: ]

I'll say it is. If not for some of the leashes I'd almost call it a meal ticket. [ But-- ] I've never been one for rules. Have to think about if it's all worth it.

[glassbox]

I ain't really much for rules myself.

[ it's that recklessness. and she's got a bit of a selfish streak -- she knows that. if she ever aligned herself with a government before, it wasn't out of loyalty. not to the faceless body of authority, anyway.

lil sighs. ]

Wonder what they do t'folks who break the rules around here.

[acrossyourpath]

[ That earns a smirk. The situation may not be ideal, but as they discuss it the more trying to investigate loopholes becomes tempting. It's one of the pleasures of being a risktaker. ]

Sure we'll find out eventually. Wouldn't mind pulling on the leash a little and seeing just far it stretches. No one has eyes everywhere. And-- [ She glances around the street, which is dimly sunny and milling with a moderate handful of passerby in short sleeves and the occasional cargo shorts. ] This clearly isn't a police-state we're dealing with.

[glassbox]

[ lil makes a thoughtful hum of a sound in response, more or less agreeing with the sentiment. she does have a tendency to do more or less what she likes -- with compliance earned by loyalty or necessity and few other things. ]

They seem pretty ready for us. Hard t'say what else these folks might have in store.

[ absently, she rests her chin in her palm. ]

Not that I'm scared of 'em or anythin'. We definitely got more firepower.

[acrossyourpath]

[ Felicia glances at Lil curiously for a moment before she glances away again, pulling her hair back off her shoulders so that it hands down her back (though her bangs still fall over her face a little limply). ]

Mm -- maybe. But I don't know if it'll take long to find out. If we're as loved as all the posters would lead you to believe, I believe in the power of the creative loophole.

[ With that, she blows at her bangs. ]

Only after a long shower.

[glassbox]

Definitely after a shower.

[ lil glances down at herself -- at her ripped, blood-stained clothes. at least the blood isn't her own, though given the circumstances, the thought isn't actually all that comforting. ]

No matter what rules they got, I'm glad I got runnin' water and a bed t'look forward to more than anythin'.

[acrossyourpath]

[ She nods, quite agreed on that point. If nothing else it makes complying worth it for the short term. ]

Me too. Set-up isn't too bad if you don't mind being herded into boxes. [ But to be fair: ] Could go either way. I think it's smarter to keep your options open starting out.