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TEST DRIVE MEME

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NETWORK

So you've just found your CALL device and you're not quite ready to see what hitting the [TRANSPORT] button does. Instead, you start looking around on the messaging apps to see who you can talk to: the HERO Network for heroes, the CAD network for villains, and the CALL network if curious to see who might answer. Need advice? Want to see what other people feel about an issue? Go for it...



CITY OF NIGHTMARE

So you actually hit that [TRANSPORT] button and while you can't say that the City of Tomorrow where you started at isn't neat and all but there's just so much to explore. But as you make your way across the bridge, a sudden rainstorm begins. Through the gloom and the lightning, you can make out a single building in the distance. It's not particularly welcoming, of course, but it does at least look dry and reasonably sturdy. What could go wrong here? Hopefully, someone in there has an idea of when the rain might stop. Or... someone will come soon?



CITY OF ROMANCE

It is a singularly beautiful night out in the City of Romance, even more singularly beautiful than most of the nights there, which are usually pretty nice. The sky is clear and dark, and it's just the right temperature out for a late picnic or a night of stargazing. It appears that some enterprising soul has put out a number of blankets in the park, though there are a limited number of them so you may have to share...



CITY OF ADVENTURE

You've been in the wilds of the City here for the last few hours. Hot, sweaty, and more than a little uncomfortable given the number of mosquito, you would almost think that someone heard your silent prayers as you come through the trees and spy the most amazing looking waterfall. Obviously, you've learned that many things are not as they seem in this City and that the beautiful can hide all manner of mysteries... but damn if that pool doesn't look like it'd feel amazing to dive into.



WILDCARD!

Go wherever your heart leads you!

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Comments

[goblinjr]

Well... [A short, airy laugh.] No one can blame you if you're spending a lot of time in a place called 'City of Nightmare'. Kind of plants the idea that you're gonna have a bad time if you fall asleep.

[Harry just kind of... assumes that whatever this guy is researching probably wouldn't interest him, so he doesn't bother looking. He exchanges a handshake with him though, and he doesn't have to fake the friendly smile.]

Harry Osborn.

Are you a resident or...?

[the_main_man]

You notice a City of Murder? Besides, people mind their business around here. Figure they're trying not to interrupt all the sweet nothings. Or, you know, most people don't expect a meeting about a job like this in the City of Romance.

This your first time, cowboy?

And don't worry about the super strength. I've gone up against Big Blue more than a couple times. I can handle it.

[granularity]

[ That gets a snort out of him and he shakes his head firmly. ]

I'm from Brooklyn. Born and raised.

[ And he does in fact look like he doesn't sleep much. ]

Though I've spent enough time in nightmares even back home that I think I might have dual status or something. New to the City?

[justakidfrombrklyn]

He nods to that, you know, like you do, and then starts figuring out the logistics regarding where she is, what cover is available, and how he can get to his clothes. There were SSR ops that were less carefully considered, honestly.

"Uh, so do I. I was just... enjoying the waterfall? Water's... water's pretty nice."

[justakidfrombrklyn]

He's glad he's got his pants on. It means that he can dive at her, catch her, without feeling as if he might have done something inappropriate. But once he's got her, he has to figure out what to do with her, especially considering how far out into the City they are. He has a flare gun, of course; he'd been told it was a good idea. But he hasn't actually heard from anyone who would be responding to it.

Instead, he carries her over to his pack and gently lays her against a mound of plantlife that he'd been using as a chair of sorts. There's probably a rock under there, but there's so much green on top that it's comfy. Then he pulls out the first aid kit and, hoping she doesn't slap him for it, gets to work.

[goblinjr]

The City of Shadow is pretty much the same thing, isn't it? But whatever, fine, I'll meet you there. Where do I go when I'm in the city?

No, it's not. [Liar, liar, pants on fire.]

Big Blue?

[goblinjr]

No kidding? I'm from Manhattan, myself. Small world, I guess. [He rubs his neck a bit.] I'll admit, I didn't actually expect to meet anyone with... y'know. [Vague hand gesturing as he tries to form words.] Common ground?

[Harry can sympathize with the guy, though. He's not sure if their experiences compare, but he does spend large chunks of his time warring with himself these days. Sleepless nights are a common occurrence for him, too.]

Sorry to hear that, man. [Not gonna pry, though.] New? Heh— yeah, big time. Just kinda... decided to explore to see what I was getting myself into. Haven't been mauled by the Wolfman or anything yet, so I guess I'm not doing too bad.

[gforces]

you've found out my deep dark secret

[gforces]

( he's a fan of her breasts. admittedly, he's pretty easy to please when it comes to breasts, but hers are really great, and he has to spend some more time getting acquaintances with them, lifting his other hand up as well to cup both of them. )

[gforces]

huh
may have to try that shit myself

[the_main_man]

Madame Lulu's. It's a few streets over from all the shopping.

The Big Blue Boyscout? The Man of Steel? Last Son of Krypton? Irritating @#$%# !#%%#er who likes to punch me through buildings while I'm trying to get shit done.

You're telling me there's no Superman where you're from?

[granularity]

I hear he's got a schedule for that thing nowadays. Just too many helpless victims, not enough time.

[ He's kidding. It's a little dry, but he's clearly kidding. He reaches over then to take up one of the coffees, popping the opening to take a long sip. ]

Though I dunno about common ground. Manhattan? Go across that bridge and it's like a whole other country over there.

[ More mild, dry teasing. ]

I should know, since I live there now. What made you decide to head over into Nightmare anyway? Plenty of wonders to see just in Tomorrow, after all.

[morethanagun]

[ That pulls a laugh out of her as she leans back for a breath. ]

Two hand man, are you?

[ But she clearly doesn't have a problem with it since she arches into the touch and shifts her shoulders to get her jacket further out of the way. Then she's diving back in to kiss him again. ]

[american_alien]

Wow, from one text conversation. Shallow depths there, sir.

Dairine Callahan | Young Wizards

[i_manual]

[ network | CALL | un: computer_wiz ]

Okay, has anyone had any luck jailbreaking this thing? Or even figuring out what language it's written in? Because so far, I'm hitting a wall.

[ City of Tomorrow | Satellite ]

[ Of course this is where she went. Of course. Because the second she'd seen the word transport, she'd hit that button. And of course, the City of Tomorrow was cool, no lie, she'd never say different, but why stay down there when there was a Satellite full of awesome alien vendors and traders and diplomats and restaurants?

Being a wizard had expanded her idea of 'cool' somewhat.

At the moment, she's at the super advanced equivalent of a food court, sipping on some sort of smoothie beverage that she literally can't describe the taste of without using the Speech. Smoothie in hand, completely normal fries on the table with a couple of dipping sauces, and Spot, of course. She's looking through to see if there are any mentions of this: the Seven-fold City, the CALL devices, some of the alien species she sees wandering around. She's also trying to see if she can possibly build an app to be used on the device, but so far, no go.

No headphones, though, and she's kind of people watching in between bits of programmer brain. Feel free to say hi. ]

[literally_raising]

Well, the thing is, that I can't so much grab oxygen as just... air. So I'd have to be careful not to blow it OUT when I add it, if you see what I mean?

[dejah_thoris]

The world, bright and green with stunning blue skies and water everywhere the eye could see, dimmed a little and went black at the edges. He sweeps her up (his skin is so pale and his eyelashes are ridiculous) and it's pure instinct to put her arms around his neck.

"Knew it. Dreaming. Had to be." She's probably face down in the mud somewhere, or that bloody serpent is squeezing the life out of her.

He sets her down and turns away, and her hands reach for him.

"Don't go. Not yet."

[justakidfrombrklyn]

He gives her a wry little smile that's just a little worried, given that he has no idea whether or not that snake had any kind of poison in those fangs. The fact that her blood is blue gives him some hope since he'd think that the beast's toxins would probably be designed for folks with a bit more red flowing through them but it's also worrying; he has no idea what her medical needs are, other than the obvious.

So he's going to try and smile at her and take care of the obvious.

"I'm not going anywhere," he reassures her, "you just make sure you do the same."

[dejah_thoris]

For such a large man, his hands are surprisingly gentle. Well, at least as he's cleaning the wound. He presses down with the bandage and she bites back a cry, her whole body tensing. Her eyes close and her head tips back. It seems like a really good time to just close her eyes and rest for a bit. He said he's not going anywhere.

"Don't tell Kantos. He'll be so upset with me." Her words blur together at the end.

[justakidfrombrklyn]

"I promise I won't tell Kantos," he tells her easily enough as he keeps working. This is... not really his skill, to be honest. He knows his way around it because he'd watched his mother most of his life, and then he'd gotten a crash course in doing it himself after she'd died, both for him and for Buck. After that, though, Morita'd taken over for the most part so he's rustier than he'd like.

"Though I can see why he'd be upset with you. How'd you get that thing after you? Or don't I want to know?"

[dejah_thoris]

He's still talking. She shouldn't be rude. She reaches for the words and they come from a great distance away. "It fell out of a tree."

She's trained to be observant but there's so many things to see here. She didn't even see the thing until it was on top of her.

Her hand touches the back of his. "I'm sorry. I got mud all over you. And you were so clean."

[goblinjr]

Should I wear a rose so you know who I am, too? ;)

Wait, seriously? You're not just trying to yank my chain, are you? We've got Superman, but he's just a story.

[goblinjr]

Wow, poor guy. Must be ruff.

[Harry, no.]

Can't argue with you there. New York just kind of takes a bunch of different worlds and slaps 'em together, doesn't it?

[His smile falters a little.] Morbid curiosity, I suppose. [There's truth there, but it's a little more personal than that. Anymore, he's plagued with nightmares, grappling with demons and conflicts that he's left scrambling to wrap his head around. Maybe there's something ironically therapeutic to be had here. He shrugs.] Guess I am doing a little research of my own. Just - [He gestures to Sanderson's pile of books.] - not the same kind you are.

[justakidfrombrklyn]

He pauses at the touch, can't help but pause at the touch, and stares down at her hand on his. He swallows and gets his mind out of places it has no business being in before huffing out a bit of a frustrated sigh.

"Fell... or dived?"

[dejah_thoris]

"I was... I got lost. The trail disappeared, a few days ago. I was trying to pick it up again, so I wasn't. I didn't..."

She doesn't remember now. Had it been following her? Was she that far removed from the hunting trail that she forgot how not to be prey?

Her hand grips his wrist where he's pressing down, and her mouth twists in pain. "How bad is it?"