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

[corviform]

Don't joke about something like that!

[ He unconsciously rubs at his neck, his scarf tied tightly around it despite how hot it is. He swallows. ]

She... [ Isn't a kid, but he can't say that. ] She's not the type to wander in a situation like this.

[aggressiveapathy]

Okay. Fine. That's one thing eliminated. Do I gotta list off every other place to look or are just gonna go where you think she'll be? Because I don't think you'll survive the blushing from my list.

[All said with utter seriousness. She didn't even need her fake severe voice for this one. She was fairly convinced that last part was utterly true.]

[corviform]

... You don't need to do anything like that.

[ Because he will certainly cry hearing whatever dirty thoughts she has on the mind.

He thinks hard for a moment, trying to determine where Sharon would go in a place like this. ]

Does this place have its own City Hall?

[aggressiveapathy]

Probably. Look for the building actually covered in flags, I guess.

[Sh scowled over at one of those flags as they went. This place took patriotism to a new, terrifying level. It made her skin itch.]

[corviform]

A lot of these buildings host this country's flag.

[ He knows patriotism when he sees it, but it's still jarring. ]

Do you recognize this place?

[aggressiveapathy]

Florida. Disney world is near here- or should be. If it isn't Flag Landia now or something.

[That this city didn't exist in the 'real world' wasn't in her data banks. Florida geography was pretty low on her priority list no matter what the dimension.]

[corviform]

Disney... that movie company?

[ Shockingly, he knows what Disney is. He's seen their ads and merchandise all over the City. ]

The state of Florida, yes?

[aggressiveapathy]

[If there wasn't all this insanity going on, Gil, April would be shocked. She didn't know he'd figured out what a movie was yet.]

Mm. So. They sent us to Hell, I guess. But we're closer to my ancestral land now.

[corviform]

"Hell" is a bit harsh, isn't it...?

[aggressiveapathy]

Have you ever seen mosquitoes raised on the blood of the old and republican?

[corviform]

[ His dumbfounded expression answers "no". ]

What is that supposed to mean?

[aggressiveapathy]

It's not harsh. At all. This is the worst.

[Technically that 'worst' she's talking about was their whole world being destroyed. That was the worst. But mocking Florida was just easier.]

[corviform]

[ There's simply no way for him to tell, but he does already hate this heat. It's winter, how dare the humidity be this offensive? ]

It's... [ He struggles for the word. ] At least we're safe... for now.